OutofDogs

We meant to go the library this morning, but failed, because the library doesn't open until 1. But we hung out in its vicinity for a while, because there is a park, and where there is a park, there are dogs. Mostly, it was raining and the dog owners wanted to go home, but Opal got to cuddle a toy poodle for quite a while. She reckons her dog score was 6, pretty good for a Sunday. Saturdays are better; Palo Alto is a dog treasure-trove -- even Stanford Shopping Center yielded up a Great Dane puppy last time we were there, although the all-time best puppy score in Palo Alto was a very young Bernese mountain dog, a giant ball of enthusiastic fluff. Mountain View does often involve a bull mastiff and sometimes a full-grown Bernese mountain dog, pulling a cart. It likes carrots.

When she ran out of dogs, Opal started working on building something out of deadfall. Here she is, nonchalantly gathering building materials.