The Author wearing the keffiyeh (or smagh) with egal which Marianne brought back from Jordan for me. Looks pretty snazzy, I'd say.
Ode to Zap
Zap was the best dog I've ever had, and I've had a few. He was intense but mellow, incredibly smart and totally crazy. He made up games for himself; the shower dance (where he protected you from the monster in the shower); the sliding door attack; the vacuum cleaner attack, the corkscrew attack and the lawnmower herding--to name but a few. He lived to fetch, and loved the water and the beach. He was, when young, strong, vigorous and seemingly incapable of feeling pain. His leg broke from a cancerous tumor at, as I recall, Sheltered Cove Beach west of Garberville, Ca. He lived for another 5 or 6 months. We amputated his leg, and treated him with the advice of a naturopathic vet. Zap didn't die of cancer. His arthritis made it impossible for him to stand any longer, so we had to put him down. Marianne and I still miss Zap, a lot.
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