Howdy ya'll,
Not much going on here. Popo goes in for his (hopefully) final vet visit wednesday. They are supposed to take out the stitches and after a few days for those to heal he'll be outside and at em. I might even show him the ropes at the park. I don't know how they are going to get the stitches out of him... he's very sensitive about the area. The mountain man called the vet to ask if they put him under and the lady acted like he was crazy (he is) and laughed in his face then hung up the phone. He and the sweet smelling lady had to put iodine on the wounds for the last two weeks and he screams like a chicken in a foxhouse in a sauna boiling screaming lobsters. I'm sure taking out stitches will be much worse.
On another note the mountain man has been out for hours on end lately and he tells me you can find the results of his travels here. He says these are just the digital camera pictures because the beautiful film pictures cost $$ to develop and apparently there are on labs nearby that he trusts with his monumentally amazing photographs. He says he traveled 13 hours out in the desert, found ghost towns, went to death valley, hiked, ate, photographed and came back smelling like a mountain man.
I have been doing the usual, torturing popo checking out the ladies at the park, guarding the house from deadly birds and squirrels and being generally rad. So until next time...
3 comments:
Cool photos. That desk is looking beat. Who's Weston?
I like your pictures, too. Did you camp out with that other dude? Who is he?
Weston is a photographer who spent lots of time at the stovepipe wells sand dunes in Death Valley. I did not camp with that gy he lives there and make a killing of thirsty weary travelers.
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