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I still dream about my favorite girl often. They're good dreams, us enjoying each others company. One of our favorite things to do was just relax in the yard, both of us comforted and intrigued by the other's presence. Bernie was co-dependent yet independent, meaning she wanted me around as much as possible but generally preferred to do her own thing when I was around. So we'd hang out in the yard, as I am now, me reading or typing, her watching doggie television through the fence.

I live on a dog freeway, a corner lot that during the nicer months features a near-endless stream of doggies and their people enjoying the relatively balmy air. Nowadays I put out a bowl of water for all the dogs who come by, so they can get a refresher while out for their evening gallop. Everyone thanks me for the water, dogs and their moms and dads alike, but it is really a trick to get people to bring their pooches down my block so I can see them, pet them, and talk to them. It's my way of having a dog without having a dog.

I met a really, really cute puppy today--some sort of Akita, about eight weeks old, and just a little playful ball of fur. The pup has a unique name, I can't remember it, because my memory sucks. Anyway though, little pup and I frolicked for a few minutes. She lives a few houses down, so hopefully the pup and I can get some good hang time in.

I have a pet rabbit--not really a pet, but a wild rabbit who comes back year after year and essentially lives in my backyard. I didn't have any pet rabbits when Bernie was here. Have you ever seen a rabbit sprawled like a dog sleeping? It's quite hilarious. I think the rabbit knows there is a fence here. He or she also lets me walk right past her, just two or three feet away. That's how bunny rabbit and I roll. Right now he or she has a friend over, which is the case starting at dusk every night. I don't ask them what they do when I turn out the lights. That's their business.

Time for me to turn out the lights.