South of Sunnyside

Yesterday, as I left Starbucks, I noticed a bright pink flyer on my windshield. Nothing unusual about that (though I found it annoying that the flyer was placed on the passenger side, which required a trip around the car to retrieve it), but I couldn’t help but find the content to be a bit ironic; it was for a recycling company offering a premium price for aluminum.

On Wednesday night, Kim returned to her office downtown after a late meeting in Corcoran to retrieve her car. It was late, it was dark, and she already has a soft spot for strays; when she saw the puppy in the photos attached she couldn’t help but pick her up. She called me from the driveway to come outside, and I couldn’t turn her away.

We already have three dogs.

I’ve temporarily named this one Chunk (Kim thought Chubs just wasn’t appropriate), and she’s slept in our bedroom the last two nights. But she needs a home where she doesn’t have to compete for attention with as many needy canines—so if you’ve been looking for the perfect Christmas gift, look no further.

We don’t know what breed chunk is (I’m guessing some sort of boxer terrier mix), but she’s very young. She loves to play, gets along well with other dogs, sleeps through the night, and is well on her way to being housebroken. She likes to be near people (especially when sleeping) and will bring a lot of love to whomever welcomes her in.

Please, someone, take her in…

It’s Friday. I’m cleaning off my desktop (as in computer Desktop), and I’ve come across a series of photos that are now almost two weeks old, though since they’re of people in costumes, they could be considered only a week old.

My church hosted Halloween on Pollasky for the second year in a row, cramming a reported 8,000 people along two blocks of Old Town Clovis. The photos offer only a highlight of the festivities…