Dogs of Fall

It's going to be 75 today. It's just a perfect day.

Jazz is visiting while Bill and Margo do Vegas. I took the two beasts to a field and let 'em rip. They found bunnies and squirrels and a dozen things I'll never see, gazelling through tall weeds and blackberry thickets. Birds and bees and dead things, smells in tones humans just can't hear.

Now they'll sleep and I can get some metal work done.