I want you to know that I am really adjusting to the desert life. I now have the horrid local Canada geese whipped into shape—no squawking before 8:00 a.m. How did I do this? See the description of my teeth below.
Besides my new friend Hank, I have met and interviewed several local creatures, including a very cheeky female Costa’s hummingbird who flew right up to my bed and introduced herself.
I’ve also retrieved several golf balls from my outdoor desert-pastel-colors bed and returned them to the more eccentric golfers. One I even snatched from the air with my strong, very fierce, sparking white teeth, which came in very handy when negotiating with the geese.
I have also had many adventures, and I’m anticipating more.
So I have gathered quite a lot of material for my book, and the creative urge is strong. I’m eager to really bury myself—not like a bone, but figuratively—in book number three. What I am trying to say, dear reader, is that I may not get to my blog every Sunday, but I can be found on Instagram in photo format.
Please know you will be in my mind and my heart as I work hard to finish Marcy Mary: A Dachshund Desert Tale.