At rest



A rare moment of stillness from Sacramento's most wound-up dog. Poor Riblet hasn't been able to hit the dog park lately because her parents are d-e-a-d-b-e-a-t-s. Well, mostly her parents are just exhausted from working so hard to support her one-a-day plush toy habit. Man, this dog is mad for the squeaker and will rip anything apart just to get at it!

In attempt to forget about my worries and get absorbed in someone elses for a change, I'm really trying to get out and catch Miranda July's feature film at the Tower. Uh, I hope someone will let me in. It looks like it might lack the Northwest lecture flavor, which in case you didn't know, I'm violently allergic to. Plus, it's Miranda July! Maker of such hits as: F-F-F-F-F-ATE! and the namesake of this blog.

Hot enough to boil a dog's brain.



The heat is back dudes! In case you haven't heard, heat is HOTT right now. Sweltering 100+ days, frosty cold brews...it's Sacramento Summertime.

If Sacramento could talk it would say: "Seriously guys, don't act all surprised or anything. It's July and in this town it gets hot. So I would appreciate it if you would just lay off the whole cursing the weather thing because I can't do a damn thing about it without my flaky friend The Delta Breeze. Dude! Where has she been? She left a few days ago to go get a pack of smokes and she doesn't come back? WTF?"

Sacramento's most blogged dog.



Heylove, the riblet went on her first camping trip this weekend. She fared like a champ, despite some mosquito bites and an allergic reaction to something-or-rather. However, no deep woods hiking for this little niblet. Too scared that bears would want to take a bite. The nature was straight off a postcard, gorgeous in an alpine-lakey kind of way. We got home and I took the greatest shower of my life.

I thought of a mess of things to bring on the next camping trip:
Salt & pepper
Firewood
Something to poke a fire with
Playing cards
Benedryl
Some way to make coffee or tea
More eating utensils
Hat
Long socks
Trashy reading
Backpack

Back to life. To ease the burden, we're starting off a new tradition. ZELDA'S PIZZA MONDAYS!!!

Cats vs. The Mice

We've had a couple of mice sightings in the house lately.


The scene of the crime. I came home at 1PM to find this: A kitchen tile completely removed, mouse blood, some ambiguous mouse innard and more mouse blood.



Cats investigates. She turned to me and said "who could have possibly left this mess for mommy to clean up?"



The ambiguous innard. An intestiny thing? A bladdery thing?



The signs of struggle. Is the mouse still in there?



6PM: Finally, a body. This wasn't there at 1PM.



O' the humanity. The mouse that scurried to heaven.



So small, so quiet.



Who is the culprit? Is it this Cats?



Or is it this Cats?