Sunday, June 27
As I wrote a few days ago, Julie was back to her old escapades over the weekend. She sat by the backdoor, watching birds and chipmunks for a few hours, situated in the middle of sunbeam. It’s the first time in several weeks she’s had that kind of enthusiasm for the outside world.
So I let her out on her leash.
The two of us were quite the site. Julie on leash, cautiously exploring, then lounging in various places — the lawn, the concrete, the bushes. A few times she chased a bird or a squirrel, which meant I had to be on my toes, since she’s on a leash. Most of the time, she just chills on a new surface and soaked it in, while I sit next to her, sipping Pastis. It’s in the mid-nineties. I’m shirtless and shoeless, just relaxing here in gym shorts.
Altogether, we are out there for over an hour.
We got a few great pictures — my favorite is this one, which echoes the nature documentary of the big cat hiding in the bushes, waiting to pounce.
This one is a highlight for me, too.
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