Coconut: Our Good Deed For Today

“Hello,” I called out. “I have your dog.”

No answer.

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I was outside with Doppler a few minutes ago when another dog walked up to us and started sniffing. He was white, a Maltese like Doppler, freshly groomed and around twice her size.

“Hello,” I called out. “I have your dog.”

No answer.

I took a look at his collar. There was a phone number and his name, Coconut. We went inside.

Helaine called the number, but it went to voicemail. A few minutes later I sent a text. That’s when Coconut’s mom called.

She had been unloading groceries. Coconut must have walked out without being noticed. She’d meet us in the street in front of our house.

We’d never seen Coconut before even though he only lives a few hundred feet away. He is lucky we found him. There are coyotes who live in the farmland adjacent to our development. They are also dog lovers.

Good deed for the day. Mission accomplished. Cute doggie. Aren’t they all?

When Viewers Say Hi

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I went out for dinner tonight with my boss. He was a few minutes late, so I hung out in front of the hostess podium. I wasn’t there more than a few minutes before a couple from Minnesota walked up say they enjoy watching.

You know, this stuff still affects me. It never gets old.

Actually, I was surprised. I’ve only been here a few months. Recognition takes time.

A few minutes later another couple, this time from Cathedral City, stopped to say hi.

Having a job like mine comes with built in advantages. It really is a fun and fulfilling occupation. Plus there’s no heavy lifting. Having viewers say hello is icing on the cake.

Dinner was great. I had pasta with fresh tomatoes and a Caesar salad with anchovies. These two ‘appetizers’ only made it better.

I actually don’t mind my boss didn’t get to see it. It was its own reward.

So Sweet

Frisky is not a word normally associated with Doppler. She is laid back. She’s two bars on the battery charge indicator. She wanted to be engaged.

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I am upstairs at my desk. Doppler is behind me, asleep on a blanket that’s there for her. It’s not one of her favorite spots. Helaine’s gone for a few days. Doppler wants company.

We went out a little while ago. Sprinklers are on tonight. I picked her up when she was done, then carried her upstairs like a loaf of bread. Very trusting. She’s used to being transported.

I got down on my hands and knees to give her some rubs, but she was frisky. Frisky is not a word normally associated with Doppler. She is laid back. She’s two bars on the battery charge indicator. She wanted to be engaged.

We played. We made the game up on-the-spot. She’d run to me, then as soon as she reached me she’d run back to her blanket. She waited for me to call her again and again and again.

She’s a little shaggy. Her hair was tousled. She’d stand there, looking up at me, still a little winded from her last run. She looked happy.

We played until she was exhausted. She’s small. It doesn’t take much.

She’s out. So sweet.

Great Day For My Dad

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My father is impressed with his own accomplishment, which actually is pretty darned impressive. Last night his dirty joke on YouTube passed the million viewer mark! It’s heady stuff for a guy who predates video.

It’s not just the numbers, it’s the comments. To summarize, a lot of the commenters want to be like him when they’re 89.

Why not? He’s sharp. He’s funny. His obvious (and less obvious) physical infirmities, though part of him, don’t define him.

Being Harold Fox at 89 is a good thing.

I get a chance to put more on the hard drive soon. He’s coming to visit in a few weeks.

When I write about my dad, people always say I should cherish the time with him. I do. But my dad’s not coming because this is some final roundup. He’s coming because we enjoy his company and he ours.

It’s also a little warmer here than Milwaukee.

Lindsey Graham Has Never Sent An Email?

Seriously? I’ve been sending email for nearly 30 years. How is it possible to live in the 21st Century without email?

More importantly, what does this say about what Senator Graham doesn’t understand about modern life?

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Senator Lindsey Graham (R-SC) was on Meet the Press this morning. When the topic got to Hillary Clinton’s private email server, Graham offered,

“I don’t email. No, you can have every email I’ve ever sent. I’ve never sent one.”

Seriously? I’ve been sending email for nearly 30 years. How is it possible to live in the 21st Century without email?

More importantly, what does this say about what Senator Graham doesn’t understand about modern life?

Back when I worked at WTNH all my email was sent through a server I controlled. No nefarious purpose. It was just more convenient. They had all my incoming mail, but nothing I sent (unless it came back in a reply) was in their possession.

I suspect that’s why Secretary Clinton did it, convenience. It allowed me to consolidate all my email accounts in one place.

But Hillary Clinton wasn’t a TV meteorologist. She had more of an obligation to officially archive her correspondence, whether it was a law/rule or not.

As sins go, hers is pretty minor.

Lindsey Graham’s admission isn’t a sin at all. But it’s definitely a head scratcher.

Huffington Post: Go To Hell

Here’s what Huffington Post delivered to me tonight.

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Huffington Post: Go to hell.