prune picker

This is the blog of a prune picker. (Native born Californian) Retired oilfield. I am an old man. (91) I blog a lot about my body and getting old. As I approach death life gets more interesting. More interesting is not good. I still drive. I attend sports, music, and civic events. I am writing my memoirs. I attend swim class three times a week. Some of my blogs might be interesting. A lot of my blogs are silly and trivial. None are very long.

Monday, March 20, 2017

Dog, Cat, and Prunepicker in the Gazebo.

On a recent morning I was reading the paper in the gazebo. It was a beautiful spring morning.
I was soon joined by a dog and cat. You have previously met the cat, Patches. She is semi tame. She moved in out of the woods and has semi moved in with me. She spends half of her nights outside. She does not require a cat box. I leave the door ajar and she comes and goes as she pleases.

The dog is new in my life. She is a very old, very sweet, very good looking yellow lab who lives across the street. She spends hours every day visiting John and I. At our place she has the name Sparkles. She goes into John's house and sits and stares at the refrigerator. He gives her treats and lots of comradeship. She goes home in the evening after we have all retired. It is like having a nice dog. I get to scratch her ears all I want. I took a bunch of pictures the other morning. I had Sparkle the dog on my left and Patches the cat on my right. I shot a couple dozen pictures in the hope a few would be good.

I hope these pictures convey what a good time I have with Patches and Sparkle.


  1. Nothing better than sitting on a porch petting a dog/cat.


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