The Ponds

Another rottie owner on the hiking trail asked me why I don't take my little water lover to the ponds.

The ponds??

We apparently have natural spring ponds across the freeway from where I hike. I've seen them getting off the freeway...but how to get there?

The rottie lady brought one of her trio, met us at the usual spot and led the way. There are several problems hiking at the ponds. For one, there are exactly three parking spots... a huge deal in L.A.

The parking is on a terribly busy street and you must take a trail under the freeway...with easy access to the freeway! Not the best for off leash dogs! But once past the freeway, OH! It's a little slice of heaven! Two nice sized ponds with a natural creek flowing between and around them. And lovely vegetation.

I naturally had to go back with the Rhody pack-mates. And dear Sue has gotten Mabel to actually swim!

The dogs frolicked. The humans relaxed and laughed.

Hank took to Mabel's trick of just laying down for a drink...with Miss M supervising, naturally!
And... for the second time ever, I caught Mabel Lou leaping on film!
The black blob in the back is the girl doing her thing:
Ahh....

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Mabel's 8 Things Meme

Me, at the creek.

Hi there! Mabel Lou here. I got tagged by my Louisiana buddy, Butch. I must say, it's kinda hard to think of some things my mom hasn't blabbed told about me already... But here goes.

1) When I get lost while hiking with Mom, I run back to the car. If Mom's not there, I track her scent.

2) I love to pull tails to get others to chase me. It does not matter if you are a dog, a horse or a human. If I like you and want you to play, I will pull your tail.

3) Mom has a hundred nicknames for me. I know them all. I know what kind of mood she's in by which one she uses. Some of my names: Lucy, Lula, Lulu Belle, Mabel Babel, Baby Lou, May, Mabeline, Miss Piss, and The Stupervisor {That's Mom's nickname for most of her employers. Since she works from home most of the time, it's my name when I wander into the shop to try and get her to go to the creek NOW.)

4) My mom sings to me. I act like it hurts my ears... she's really not a good singer. But, secretly, I like the rhythm of her songs. She told me she makes up songs to teach her pups their names. My song goes like this:

Mabel, Mabel
Sleeps on my table,
Mabel Lou, I love you.
Mabel, Mabel
Oh, she's so able.
Mabel Lou, please be true.

When I was a puppy, pretending not to like my mom's voice, my tail would give me away on this one.... and the creek song.

And in case you're wondering -- I DID sleep on top of a glass table on our upper patio when Mom left me alone as a puppy. The raccoons were bigger than me and I was scared!


5) I wouldn't stay off my mom's fainting couch when I was a puppy. It would make her so mad. Now, she lets me cuddle with her (or my Granny - see below) on it.



6) I love the creek... no big news here. But, I don't really like to swim! In fact, I get very nervous when water touches my tummy. That's why you see me jumping in our logo photo above. That was a deep hole!


I like it when Mom's Godson sleeps over.

7) I get very flirty around men. I wiggle my butt and shimmy all over. Some of my favorite guys are Mom's Godson and his buddies and dad. We see them alot. I have a human uncle in Louisiana I adore too. But my favorite guy ever is Curt. He's married to one of my mom's friends. They live far away but when they come visit, he lays on the floor with me. I get so excited when I see him, I pee all over him!

8) I don't like carbs. Most canines will eat anything thrown at them. Not me. I wait for the good stuff. But there are exceptions to every rule. I will eat bread that has been touching hamburger or hot dog. In - n- Out Burger fries... but only when they are hot. And sweet potato fries. That's it. No other carbs allowed. I really don't get why my mom eats them.

Oh, I tag Kadi. It's not fair that Butch got to write about himself and poor Kadi didn't! Sorry Velvet! And Miss Kitty.

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Overheard on the Trail at Dusk

Creekhiker (squealing like a toddler): Oh, OOOOooo OOHH!

Hiking Buddy {HB}: What? What is it?

CH: Sa sa sn SNAKE!

HB: Where?

CH: OH oo! AND THE DOGS ARE RUNNNING RIGHT OVER IT!! OH!

HB: WHERE?

CH: COILED TO THE RIGHT OF THE TRAIL! IT'S A DIAMOND BACK!! And Hank just stepped on it!!!

HB: It's OK... just go around it.

CH: But it's COILED!

HB: The dogs have stepped on it at least three times... just go around it!

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Minutes later, well past the snake:

HB: Boy, that freaked you out!

CH: Yes! I HATE snakes! I thought about dropping this 10 lb. rock on it but I knew you really wanted it for your rock wall.

HB: Dropping a rock on it! YOU DON'T DROP A HUGE ROCK ON SNAKE! You throw pebbles at them to let them know which way you want them to go but you don't drop a rock on it!

CH: I do! The way I want it go is DEAD!

HB: DEAD?!?!?!?

CH: Dead. The only good snake is a dead snake in my book.


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Open Letter to Tony Cardenas

Dear Bloggers,

My small community won a tiny victory (for now) in our huge battle against Home Crapot. The City revoked the permit until an Environmental Impact report can be prepared showing the stores effect on our one road town and a location surrounded on three sides by residential housing. If interested, there's more info HERE.

What I find interesting is that Tony Cardenas was the one holdout in favor of Home Crapot. He is a man who once ran for office against our amazing City Councilperson - they were both running for the post at the same time.

I must admit, I voted for him. I had gone to several functions here in town and ... ok, ALL politicians LIE ... but he would stay for hours, talking, asking about our concerns. That impressed me. Wendy Greuel won. No big deal. Who cares? Really, what does the City Council do for us anyway - raise our garbage taxes?

I've never been so glad to be wrong. Wendy has done so much for our town. She's listened, appeared at every meeting and carried our torch. It is because of her we celebrate today.

Tony, however, hungry for political power went to another district and got elected there. Very smarmy move. And he is the only one to vote against the people yesterday. And now that I see his true colors, I want to post the letter I wrote to him today so future voters can see for all perpetuity - and know what kind of man he is.

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Dear Tony Cardenas,

Well, I guess you showed your true colors. I can't believe I supported you when you ran against Wendy! We would probably have a Home Crapot open here by now if you represented us. I pity your poor constituents... what big business will you allow to rape that community?

More importantly, was it worth it? Hope you got paid well for your one lone vote.

Now, everyone in L.A. knows you can be bought and sold... I'll never make the mistake of voting for you in any office ever again. In fact, I'll donate to your competition.

Hope you can still sleep well,
{Creekhiker}
Former supporter and resident of S/T


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Animal Videos

Velvet suggested a few posts back that I attempt to make a "movie" on purpose for a change. Here is Moonlight Magic, the baby mini horse from several posts back, shyly making her film debut.




Velvet also suggested taking a video of my favorite blog muse, Miss Mabel Lou. She is a finicky and demanding little movie star but after several false starts, I finally got Mabel on film doing her favorite thing in the world: her daily dip in the creek.



Then Janet requested a video of the dogs drinking from water bottles. I should add, I'm one of those sick people that will eat after their dog. I have no problem sharing an ice cream cone with her. That is until I realized all the dogs were eating "horse d oeuvres" (horse droppings) on the trail! Now, the dogs drink from the spout and I unscrew it if I need a drink! Mabel struggled with this for weeks but she's gotten quite good at it.



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