Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for November 12, 2013

Thank heavens that Harold built him this lovely platform.

Mickey sits on his platform as a king on his throne, or a guru on the mountain top. Passers by pay no attention.

Altho he prefers ground round…

Fenton, may I have a Mickey? Er, scratch that. Poor choice of words. Yes, I realize you don’t like to scratch in public. I just meant that I can’t sleep, and a Mickey would help, but I have to get up early, and I may sleep through until Thursday if you slip me a Mickey. Scratch, er, forget that too. Good night Fenton.

Hi ED. Bye ED. good to see you while passing out … The door that is.

Our old house used to have a front pooch.

Anybody still here?

Good evening, er morning…. or whatever you’re having…..I think I’m having a banana daiquiri….or two….it’s been one of those days.

I suppose I should warn you (or for some of you, “promise you”) that I could be scarce for a day or two.

Hope not, but I’m having computer issues… and it could take some work, if I have to set up and figure out a new one.

Meanwhile…. um… Bev…..

Shika groaned….but I would shriek….I mean, this could be serious….

NO more?As in never?

We might look like we went shopping at WWOI!

Mikey just loves to give people puppy kisses on the nose.

Alas, poor Mickey is deluding himself, for it is the squirrels that truly hold the high ground!“Hey Mickey!”

That cute little lab mix that he had for years (around the time Cuddles first came to live with me) used to climb the ladder of his pool on command and wait at the top for the word to slide down. I have not scanned any good photos of her but it looked a lot like THIS I thought he was a little mean to her, making her stay in the water till rather late in the day. I always dried her thoroughly before she went in to air conditioning.

Of course his pool was nothing like THIS ONE (in-ground home pools are still an oddity in Illinois) and mine here in Phoenix is not deep enough for diving (just 6’) but he had both the diving board and slide and it was 9’ at the deep end.

Keep the high ground Mickey.Watch out for the Bomber Cats.

Looks like high ground is actually holding him.

This is what Mickey does in the off-season. During the summer months, Mickey is the head life-guard at Ballard Canine’s Camp & Counseling Center. He takes his job very seriously, and in order to keep himself sharp, watches out for little old ladies crossing the street. Mrs. J. Walker isn’t amused.

hay, mah mammo er “memory” aint whut it used ta be, but whuts the name of that feller that sets up his card table in his frunt yard to discuss things about fishes an such… ain’t Micky tryin to do teh same think…?yew nose, share an tawk about thnks fud bowl-ish an such…???

Lost that image.Please try again…

I’m sticking by my theory.

Monkey … Chet’s paperwork is not in question….

You remember… you had to tell him all about the various aspects of licensing.

OTOH … You said that Roger didn’t need a license, because he isn’t selling anything.

He’s only offering free information:

I doubt Mickey is selling his bowl, and his paws prevent him from writing pamphlets….so I suppose he only needs a license if he’s selling kibbles.

And if he’s selling licks or kisses…..that’s another story…one that might come under the jurisdiction of our special task force on….well…. you know….

(That’s a building permit for the platform!)

Did I do something wrong?Where is everyone?All alone again… : (

Alone Again

I’m done in.Night all.

Must be part cat

Cleo doing yard-work…

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Good morning Balladeers and Tigressy!