I used to be married to a very nice Japanese lady named Marci. She put up with my stuff pretty good (but not as good as Steph).
One evening she went out for some reason, and left me home with her dog. He was an Australian Sheep Dog, really sweet and very smart. His name was Brye and he was the greatest Frisbee catcher of his time, launching himself 20 feet into the air to catch!
I was into milk based cocktails at the time and that night I got Brye and myself drunk. We spent the evening fetching a rubber ball on the kitchen floor, with Brye dog sliding around and both of us laughing.
I don’t remember Marci’s reaction when she got home, but she did take Brye dog with her after the divorce…
Lol, great story! You better not be getting our sweet little Piper kitty drunk :-)
Hmmm…
I remember Brye dog. You ‘n Marci were living in Castro Valley?? Then you got Murphy the cat who’d run away on Bethel Island. Goodness, I also remember Sister Dawn. I sometimes wonder how she is, cloistered in that convent, only able to write 2-3 letters a year and NO talking? Just contemplation on higher things. Ah, getting whiplash remembering the past. I also wonder about Murphy, if he found another human to care for him. He had little hands and thumbs, like Hemingway’s cats!
We lived in several places in the south bay with Brye, Castro Valley included. You my friend were right there in the middle of it all! :-) For readers that don’t know my past, Sister Dawn was a girlfriend of mine who entered a cloistered Monastery in California. I was in contact with her for a few years while living in Kent, WA . She was happy and doing good. I still have her letters, along with your Jim Morrison incarnation notes, Skoge… As to Murphy, I really hope he landed well. Kind of like Piper landing well here.