Februrary 12, 2006
We got a call from Tomcat in New York City this morning telling us they got a blizzard overnight and the NYC skyline is surreal. It's deathly quiet. He went outside on 92nd Street and a woman on skis went by him! They got almost 27 inches of snow! Hard to believe from here.
For my Valentine's treat to Kathy I told her I would work in the yard with her, and we transplanted six Spanish daggers along our driveway. I also caught Juan on the road and told him I wanted to do some tweaking on the Spanish driveway. We are also going to be attending a big Spanish dinner in Paradise Valley this coming Friday. So we've got some major Spanish stuff going. The chef we met in Cody three weeks ago, Jim Morgan, is throwing the dinner and I need to bring black beans.
Took the dogs out for a run in late evening. Peaches did her fence attack, turn against the three-legged dog Frosty, and I kept yelling, "Do the turn, Baby! Do the turn!" but I don't know if she's getting the message.
"When a dog runs at you, whistle for him."
—Old Vaquero Saying
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