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Putting the Mo in Moorpark

1 Aug

Moorpark summer 008Here is where we walked this morning, and it was the perfect place, because I’m definitely a happy camper. Guess why! We’ve moved to a place with a big backyard and no stairs! The backyard is great for sunning and patrolling and general lollygagging (which is considerably more fun than it sounds…maybe lollypops should have longer sticks, so humans don’t gag on them).

Speaking of weird things that humans do, Big Red got her head shaved a few months ago to help raise money for a children’s cancer research group called St. Baldrick’s. (No, really.) Now she isn’t red at all. At first she was smooth and shiny; now she is bristly, but I’ve found that licking her head can be pretty relaxing.  We knew her hair wouldn’t be red when it started to grow in, and we were right: it’s a splotchy gray and brown. She laughed when I diplomatically called her “dappled,” and said that I wasn’t the first to liken her to a horse’s patoot, and surely wouldn’t be the last. Encouraged, I stuck with the equine theme and suggested “Old Paint,” but she said that applied more to her “henna decade,” so Lola and I aren’t sure what to call her. We shall ponder it while sunning ourselves.may 2013 021

Our new neighborhood is perfect for us. Right around the corner from Casa de Momo is a strip-mall with a donut shop and a breakfast café, both of which I sniff approvingly on our morning walks. And, believe it or not, there is a Harley Davidson shop just down the road!  I’m planning a visit soon, because where else would The Biker Chihuahua be as welcome? (Lola maybe not so much, but, hey, she’s with me.) Just the thought of those rumbling engines gives me delicious piss-chills, and makes me want to jump up and cavort for no apparent reason.

And our new backyard is perfect for cavorting. Lola runs around it in frantic figure eights, making the tight little turns of the truly obsessive. There are two sliding glass doors, and when they are both open, I chase her around in a big circle: out one door, across the lawn, in the other door and through the house, over and over. We skitter on the wooden floors and scratch up bits of grass as we go, while The Dog Mom Formerly Known As Big Red watches us, laughing and clapping in delight. She really is a simple creature, and so easily entertained. (Now I’m feeling a little misty. “Big Red” she’ll stay, because that’s how she looked at the animal shelter that fateful rainy day: tall enough to be a tad unnerving, and red enough to stand out like the proverbial turd in the punchbowl. Hey, wait…I still had my boys back then. Maybe that’s why I’m feeling nostalgic.)may 2013 026

I’d better get back to work; I’ve got a lot of places yet to investigate and christen here in the new ‘hood. Summertime, and the sniffin’s easy. Most of our neighbors like to grill and ‘cue, which is a very welcome addition to the olfactory world of living with a vegan. (“Wow! What smells so good? Is that TOFU?” said nobody, ever.) Note to self: practice sucking in cheeks so as to appear meat-deprived to neighbors. My “Howie-Do” list just gets longer and longer. I’m burning daylight, y’all. Happy Dog Days!