Crocodile Sage

Sage goes in for her x-rays today.  No breakfast.  Which is not as much as sacrifice for her as not having her morning chew.  Particularly in this nice weather, where she takes her "stick" out in back, surveying her realm, while chomping.  It's like my former law partner's morning cigar.

This weekend, despite the heat, she hiked about 4 miles, finding at the turn around point, a shady spot to swim in the swollen Icicle Creek.  She looked like a crocodile in the mangroves!  This, however, was Sage in the willows.

I am sure things will be ok for her, and as a consequence, I will laugh at how worried I have been.  The two girls have been very gentle with each other, maybe realizing the added energy of being annoyed only increases the heat!  It  has been bittersweet watching how tender they can be as they navigate age and a sore hip.  Hmmm, if only we humans would gain that wisdom as we grow old!

Murphy's day.