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Susie, The Little Blue Coupe (1952)

I remember watching Susie, The Little Blue Coupe when I was a very young girl. Was I animistic? Absolutely. My parents brought our old Pontiac (with tail fins!) to a dealership and traded it for a new Buick. I went outside while they were signing, and I sobbed as I hugged and kissed our old car. Now I'm contemplating trading our current Bronco for a Trailblazer. I just can't handle the split pedals and too numerous recalls. I will feel bad when I trade Buster in. I'll miss him. And I'll pause a moment to hug him and to thank him for getting me everywhere I needed to go.
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Pointing at Bees

The mornings are arriving crisp and damp as we near September. This morning was no exception. Hershey and I skipped our walk. (I've had about 3 hours of sleep. Stayed up way too late!) He settled on the next best thing - searching for rabbits and finding bees in the yard.

The bumble and carpenter bees are usually passive in our yard. When they rise from flower heads, they spook him so badly that he occasionally falls flat on his face while running away.  Anything that flies is dark magic.

His favorite game is alerting me to bees perched on flowers. He'll hold a point for several seconds, long tail thrust towards the sky and head level with back. His longest freeze was almost a half minute. Not bad for a mutt fancying himself as a pointer.

Hershey points.



This pointer points like a boss. Credit: Getty Images.


The brown hound did escape the yard today while Better Half was putting out the garbage. Luckily the neighbor's nurse had just parked. She was able to help him catch Hershey. Otherwise he might have kept to our walking route.
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