a note from the dog-walker (sorry ... not about Moby Dick)

My dog-walker, Denisa, has a dry-erase sheet that she uses to leave me notes, every day, about Starbuck's walk. He's her "companion dog," so she picks him up in the morning and keeps him with her as she makes her rounds. This way, Starbuck has lots of company, and gets to play with lots of dogs.

His favorite regular is a female dog named Shorty ... sadly for Starbuck, he is post-operational, if you know what I mean, so their love remains strictly Platonic.

Here is Denisa's note about today's walk:

"Starbuck had another great day out. He got to see Shorty today and he played with Lucy. We also ran into his big pal Juno, but Starbuck wasn't feeling the love. Juno kept trying to get Shorty's attention (spring fever). Starbuck did not approve, but he was a gentleman."

Alas, poor Starbuck! Spring fever, indeed ...

(Two lightweight posts in a row. My apologies.)