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Basquiat is the nome de plume of artist-writer Mignon Naegeli. She lives with her Wolfman, dog Annebäbi, and Verushka, the black cat, in Tennessee. Basquiat, the dog, traversed the Rainbow Bridge a few weeks short of his 17th birthday.
Basquiat is the nome de plume of artist-writer Mignon Naegeli. She lives with her Wolfman, dog Annebäbi, and Verushka, the black cat, in Tennessee. Basquiat, the dog, traversed the Rainbow Bridge a few weeks short of his 17th birthday.
In 1972, my Female worked for a travel agency that had just opened near the railway station in Lucerne. They offered travel bookings and sold tourists souvenirs, such as cheap coo-coo clocks (from China — the sales clerk had to replace the labels with “Made in Switzerland” ?). The company had its origin in a nearby canton as an operator of tour busses.
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Leaves are turning,
Not the golden yellow and the bright red of the past;
Still dancing in the light breeze,
Until falling to the earth, nourishing its soil.
Still fighting the grandeur of mankind,
The poles, glaciers melting,
Venice is sinking.
Will we wake up?
Basquiat
All Saints’ Day — November 1, 2018
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Bern! Somehow, the word sounds familiar. I try to remember — difficult; after all, I’m a very old dog. Almost 16! Wow …
Now, it comes to me. Stories the Female confided to me; not all uplifting. Actually, as far as I recall, quoting the great Sergio Leone, “the Good, the Bad, and the Ugly,” sounds just right.
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According to my Female, Kodachrome is a movie to watch for the following reasons: You are into old-time photography, are a geezer-age photographer, still hold nearly worthless Kodak stock, like Ed Harris, crave tearjerkers, or have thousands of Kodachrome™ slides you never published; exactly like my Female — actually, the Wolfman has a few drawers full as well.
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After watching a former, multi award-winning actor lounging—pro forma leisurely—in Colbert’s hotly coveted modern chair, my Female was already irritated when he lit his first cigarette and the host grabbed an ashtray from beneath his desk.
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Photograph © 2014 Wolf Naegeli
She was tiny, just eight weeks old.
She sat in a corner,
Wearing a purple collar, staring at the older couple,
Who hailed from afar to usher away one of them.
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Two of my canine partners, Barkley and Hemingway, are the companions of who used to be our Human’s most esteemed journalist. He suddenly fell from grace; got fired for lewd behavior over the years. He was swept away by a harassment cleansing that has befallen this country of mine.
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Prediction for Knoxville, August 21, 2017:
🌑 moon to cover 99.9% of the sun.
The moon will be in the sun’s path for 2 hours 53 minutes, starting at 1:04 PM.
The best time to see the peak of the eclipse will be 2:34 PM EDT.
The Female opted to stay home with us to view the eclipse. She hates to get stuck in traffic; which was predicted by the local authorities. Standing unprotected in 92 degrees isn’t her favorite pastime. Deep down I knew of course, that she wanted to be with us, just in case we’d freak out or get scared by unexpected darkness.
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A time just for plantin’, a time just for ploughin’.
A time to be courtin’ a girl of your own.
’Twas so good to be young then, to be close to the earth,
And to stand by your wife at the moment of birth.
A time to be reapin’, a time to be sowin’.
The green leaves of Summer are callin’ me home.
’Twas so good to be young then, with the sweet smell of apples,
And the owl in the pine tree a-winkin’ his eye.
A time just for plantin’, a time just for ploughin’.
A time just for livin’, a place for to die.
’Twas so good to be young then, to be close to the earth,
Now the green leaves of Summer are callin’ me home.
’Twas so good to be young then, to be close to the earth,
Now the green leaves of Summer are callin’ me home.
Stayed for a few nights until the female’s 🙀day passed. Plans were to basically escape the home scene for a few days. We four-legged ones assumed we’d soon return to the cave we call home. Little did we know. Humans don’t like rain while driving; neither do we when we have to go outside. Spontaneously the Female remembered all the Oregon Trail games she played in the early days of our Macintosh years in Alabama and decided she wanted to see the Gateway to the West. Continue Reading
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The Female went to have her glasses fixed this morning, now that we are expecting her to need them for a while longer!!!!
I think the good news have an impact even on us pets. Everybody is in a great mood.
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I can’t really recall why there are moments when I get so upset.
Rarely, I check my image in a mirror — actually … never.
About my missing tail, the scars on my eyelids, and my worried expression … I usually overhear those mentioned when my humans tell my life story to eagerly listening dog lovers.
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