Behold Abra, 85lbs of sinewy Artic Wolf. Warren's 1982 RV pulled up exactly at his announced noon arrival. Abra bounded into our house full of wild, nobel confidence and instantly began an amusing game of intimidation with Badness and Mr. Blake, who had the verve to scratch him on the nose. Abra just growl-talked in a deep, lupine basso as if to say "you're less than rarebit on a ritz".
Around 5:30 we all decided to remedy the beverage situation by walking to Tony's Country Market on the corner of U & 16th. Everyone was out on the block this evening, soaking in the summer weather, detailing cars, hustling and gossiping. Abra's presence brought instant reactions from the people we passed. " 'zat a Wolf, Main?" and Warren would introduce them to Abra. Some children at the house where that young man was murdered in March were bold enough to pet him, though a young g let us know to hold the dog back.
1 comment:
what a beauty! reminds me a tiny bit of jum jum. maybe just because he's white. i love the blog so far (even though the blue letters are kind of hard to read against the patterned background.) i am not surprised at all to see that you are an awesome writer. i bet it was hot down there today.
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