My name is not Jeff!

SUNDAY, MAY 30, 2010


My name is not Jeff!

“What is it Lassie?”

Usually it is jut not that serious. Sometimes it is. To Lassie and possibly others it might be an emergency of unprecedented scale.

Did Jeff fall in the well? I just don’t know. Bark, because I am not clairvoyant.

Jeff lived a charmed life. He always had Lassie to get him over the really tough spots. Jeff or his mom always knew if the problem was serious. I think the local constable also knew what Lassie was saying. It must have been context.

DakotaDawg is a lot like Lassie except she is a female and has no stand ins if she is tired and needs a break. She has to remain constantly vigilant. And she does.

Sometimes I think she refuses to follow a specific command because she is certain that unless she continues trying to tell us something, we will NEVER understand. Sometimes I think that she thinks we may well never understand. I continue to hope that Rosetta Stone will provide the Dawg Language software.

I am tracking a possible thunderstorm that is way off on the edge of the Doppler to see if we get really lucky can we go Kayaking. From how close DakotaDawg is hanging around I am guessing that the storm will arrive right after we have loaded the kayaks on the LandCruiser and gotten to the river to unload them. I am not sure I want to take that chance.

The morning exercise walk is complete and at least I feel like it was more than long enough. Every tree, bush and tuft of grass or Poison Oak vine has been sufficiently checked to determine who was there last. Usually a small scent marking assures others that it was DakotaDawg.

I better check the radar again because DakotaDawg has left my side and is up in the Sun Room on station atop the lateral file guarding her territory. I have chores and then the tough decision about what we should do today. A nap is not completely out of the question.

One note to DakotaDawg if she is reading: Remember to stop barking when it really gets annoying. I may not know if someone is fertilizing our lawn or if it is something far more serious. I just need to finish mopping our beautiful wood floors and don’t want to stop to make certain what the problem is.


I am pretty sure that no one has fallen in the well and that I am not Jeff.

At least I am not barking at my computer. I have gotten this far and there is not a single red or green underline. My training of Spell and Grammar checking must continue but there are still those other still to be determined priorities now including one green underline. GRRRRR!

And, GRRRRR IS NOT fragmented!

DakotaDawg: remind me with some singing, tail wagging and general running around with a ball in your mouth when you know what happens.

It is all in the context. And, my name is not Jeff!