Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, your popular host, Mani the purebred border collie, here today to tell you about our latest adventures. You may remember me from such posts as “Ice Isn’t Nice”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose.The last few days have been pretty exciting here, but not in a good way.
The first thing that happened was that I had some distress of one kind of another (the guy I live with said I got a string from one of my Lamb Chops caught in my mouth) and had to go out and eat a bunch of grass, twice, after midnight, a few nights ago. I’m okay now (the guy I live with cleaned up all the grass from the living room carpet); it’s a good thing there was still some green grass out in the garden.
But the guy I live with wasn’t very happy about this. I know he wants me to be healthy and happy, and worries about me.
The other thing was a much bigger deal, if you ask me.
Some time after noon yesterday, when it was really windy, gusting up to fifty miles per hour, the guy I live with smelled smoke, and a few minutes later, there was a large column of smoke west of us. The guy I live with thought it might be pretty close, so we went on another walk, to see exactly where the fire was.
I wanted to look for voles along the creek, because the wind was scary, but he dragged me up to the last street on the west side of our neighborhood (I’d never been there), and this is what we saw:
That’s Mount Morrison, where Red Rocks Amphitheater is, in the distance, about five miles away, to the northwest.
There’s a highway between us and where the fire was.
It was so windy, though, that the guy I live with was pretty worried, and kept wondering if we would have to leave. He was making a mental list of stuff to take. The most important thing, besides me, is a little bag of his wife’s jewelry that the coroner gave him.
The neighborhoods to the north of the highway were evacuated, but then he realized that the fire was moving east, and not southeast, so we just waited to see what would happen.
The wind died down at about five in the afternoon, and the fire was pretty much out soon after that. It burned over 400 acres; there were flames a hundred feet high. We have a very good fire department; the main building is close to us. We walk past it on our night-time walks (which we don’t go on when it’s really cold).
Now there’s the business of the weather. It’s supposed to get down to zero this weekend. No degrees at all. The guy I live with is not thrilled. “We need more degrees”, he said.
Other than that, things here are more or less the same.
On my evening walk today, I heard hooting. (This is me, hearing hooting.)The owls haven’t left to find a nest yet. They were just waking up.Look at those feet.
Pretty scary, huh? I tried to scare the owl but it wasn’t even slightly concerned. I think you can see why.