We got Cheyenne a cage and she seems to like it. I don't, it creeps me out putting a dog behind bars in the living room, but I cannot argue with Progress and everyone uses these things nowadays. 
She likes riding the car- a lot- and we took her into town for dinner with friends at El Siboney yesterday evening. We got there early and that gave us time to go for a walk as dusk settled over the city. El Siboney was packed inside:
Christmas decorations make Key West quite magical, and I don't miss snow one bit. I like the bright colored lights:
The white lights that mimic icicles.
And in passing I noticed the pile of cement bricks that will soon become the Silver Palms motel, an eco-hotel for the 21st century. It will replace the El Rancho that was torn down here earlier this year, at Truman and Margaret:
Cheyenne thought the piles of hotel laundry freshly minted by the Margaret Truman Laundry were fascinating, and I was glad they were securely wrapped in plastic:
I thought this construction trailer looked kind of sad, illuminated and occupied the night before the night before Christmas.
When you walk a dog you frequently end up inspecting trashy places at close quarters:
And this time of year you pass lots of brightly decorated homes:
Was that Santa's sleigh parked in front of the house? Hell no, it's just a scooter. 
This wasn't his sleigh either, but I was glad to see he's modernized and uses a hack to get around:
It seemed rather chilly to us, below 70 degrees (21C), but it wasn't at all frosty:
"Merry Christmas!" she shouted cheerfully as she glided past, her bicycle all illuminated for the holidays.
Not particularly seasonal but I liked the golden shining square high up on the wall. It was evocative of something.
A sub-tropical Christmas is a lot more fun than you might think, with palm trees, short sleeves and not a drop of mud or ice in sight.
We had great fun, the wife the dog and I, just wandering around Margaret, Truman, Virginia and Catherine streets. My wife is getting ready to go to the Bahamas with some girlfriends for eight days on the beach, as it were. I am girding my loins for eight straight nights of dispatching in her absence, and Cheyenne, though she doesn't know it just yet will be sleeping in the back seat of the car at the Police Station while I work. Strangely enough she really likes the car and seems to feel secure in it. So this pre-dinner walk was a last chance to hang out and do nothing much together. After dinner we took the car to Whitehead Street where Cheyenne took a nap and we four humans went to see 12 Angry Men, a superb production at the Waterfront Playhouse. It was my first night out in two weeks and it was a great way to bid adieu to shingles, I hope. If you have a chance to see the play by all means go as I thought it deserved all the rave reviews it has received since opening night.
She likes riding the car- a lot- and we took her into town for dinner with friends at El Siboney yesterday evening. We got there early and that gave us time to go for a walk as dusk settled over the city. El Siboney was packed inside:Christmas decorations make Key West quite magical, and I don't miss snow one bit. I like the bright colored lights:The white lights that mimic icicles.
And in passing I noticed the pile of cement bricks that will soon become the Silver Palms motel, an eco-hotel for the 21st century. It will replace the El Rancho that was torn down here earlier this year, at Truman and Margaret:Cheyenne thought the piles of hotel laundry freshly minted by the Margaret Truman Laundry were fascinating, and I was glad they were securely wrapped in plastic:
I thought this construction trailer looked kind of sad, illuminated and occupied the night before the night before Christmas.
When you walk a dog you frequently end up inspecting trashy places at close quarters:
And this time of year you pass lots of brightly decorated homes:
Was that Santa's sleigh parked in front of the house? Hell no, it's just a scooter. 
This wasn't his sleigh either, but I was glad to see he's modernized and uses a hack to get around:It seemed rather chilly to us, below 70 degrees (21C), but it wasn't at all frosty:"Merry Christmas!" she shouted cheerfully as she glided past, her bicycle all illuminated for the holidays.Not particularly seasonal but I liked the golden shining square high up on the wall. It was evocative of something.
A sub-tropical Christmas is a lot more fun than you might think, with palm trees, short sleeves and not a drop of mud or ice in sight. 
We had great fun, the wife the dog and I, just wandering around Margaret, Truman, Virginia and Catherine streets. My wife is getting ready to go to the Bahamas with some girlfriends for eight days on the beach, as it were. I am girding my loins for eight straight nights of dispatching in her absence, and Cheyenne, though she doesn't know it just yet will be sleeping in the back seat of the car at the Police Station while I work. Strangely enough she really likes the car and seems to feel secure in it. So this pre-dinner walk was a last chance to hang out and do nothing much together. After dinner we took the car to Whitehead Street where Cheyenne took a nap and we four humans went to see 12 Angry Men, a superb production at the Waterfront Playhouse. It was my first night out in two weeks and it was a great way to bid adieu to shingles, I hope. If you have a chance to see the play by all means go as I thought it deserved all the rave reviews it has received since opening night.Duval Street seemed crowded on a cursory inspection:
I have no idea if they are shopping or just cruising but it was good to see a crowd out enjoying a cool breezy night under the stars. I hope they enjoyed theirs as much as we did ours.
I have no idea if they are shopping or just cruising but it was good to see a crowd out enjoying a cool breezy night under the stars. I hope they enjoyed theirs as much as we did ours. 
12 comments:
Conch:
I have 2 yellow labs (Jack and Caroline)and they love the car as well. I envy the duration that Cheyenne can stay in the vehicle without inflicting gross damage. While my Jack could stay placidly for hours in the car with no damage other than crusty, slobbered windows from having greeted passers by.... Caroline could mangle and otherwise devour a dashboard and a steering wheel in the time it takes to grab a con leche (Jack is 2 and mellow and she is not). Beautiful dog Cheyenne is...excellent choice!
(also, Christ's PR people got back to me late yesterday. They were short but courteous and chalked the "crucifix fish" thing up as yet another example of JC's often perverse and twisted sense of humor...citing other examples such as my penis and Leif Garrett's popularity... I understood completely.)
I would enjoy viewing the Christmas lights more if I had 70 degree weather here, but I have to do with the low teens.
Don't worry about the crate, when introduced properly dogs love them.I once had a dog that when she heard the car keys she would go in her crate and wait to have the door closed.
I am sorry about the mockery of balemiton buffett but perhaps a chewing lab is punishment appropriate.
I am going to experiment with leaving her in the crate. My wife says she got all anxious when I left them alone at home beofre the crate and she, Cheyenne not my wife, paced up and down. If she (Cheyenne not the wife) is serene in the crate when I am gone I will feel a lot better. I NEED to ride the damn Bonneville! I'd also like to take some pictures around town without getting the camera leash jerked.
Conch:
Punishment indeed... and as for the crate thing, my dogs both feel secure in it when we it (which is admittedly rare). The thing, I feel, is not to use it as punishment as many people are apt to do... Most dogs, especially highly intelligent breeds such as ours, will quickly associate the crate (if introduced properly) as a safe and comfortable place. Indeed Caroline, the terror, often goes into the crate of her own volition for a nice nap away from the din of the kids and everything else...plus, if you have to be away from them for any extended period of time, it eliminates the risk of injury on stuff around the house i.e. electrical chords et al. (though I did come to the conclusion, as a result of Caroline's controlled experiment, that a 50 lbs. juvenile yellow lab CAN withstand chewing through a Christmas tree light string without sustaining any injury whatsoever)
Dear Sir:
We used a crate for a year with Atticus, who once indicated his displeasure with something by ripping up six feet of wall-to-wall carpeting... Starting from the center of the room. He managed to do this a second time, after the carpeting was replaced. He would go to the crate willingly, whenever beckoned.
However, his size, even as puppy, mandated the kind of crate one uses for an an oversized shetland pony. We stopped using the crate afrer a year, when he started to manifest the wise, typically smart nature of the German Shepherd breed.
We never used a crate with Scout, the rescue dog.
I am delighted to see the Christmas lights in Key West. I drove through the neighborhood here last night and found several hiuses that could have belonged to the Grizzwold's. It made me laugh.
I hope you have a great Key West Christmas Eve...
Fondest regards,
Tiny Jack Riepe
Who will eat his Christmas pudding with gusto
Mr Conchscooter:
we never used cages either and we still have battlescars to prove it. Now that the dogs are "gone" I look at our wrecked blinds and floor and wished we had them back.
Glad to see so many lights down in KW. It looks just like up here, except we are cooler
We have our Christmas Turkey tonight. By the time Layne gets back, we will be on our way to somewhere warm too. I'll be thinking of you working double back-to-back shifts as we are OFF today and back next Tuesday.
Have a very Merry Christmas
bob
bobskoot: wet coast scootin
Definitely have to agree conchscooter. I have three labs, two blacks and a chocolate. The dogs don't see it as punishment. They see it as their den, their safe place... You are NOT causing distress or irreparable mental damage to the dog... Mine even liked having a blanket draped over the back and sides... Gave them an extra sense of security.
Have a great Christmas...
JimmyPirate
http://www.tropicastradio.com
Man, I have enough to worry about with regular photography without having to worry about counteracting a dog on a leash!
It's true that one can enjoy the lights without snow. However, there seems to be something extra magical when it is cold and clear outside.
Good luck on your time alone with Cheyenne.
Merry Christmas!
Merry hippy hoppies. Work looks surprisingly like normal this thursday evening and they say crime didn't drop a bit while I was gone.
Please don't worry about having to leave Cheyenne in a cage while you are at work! Most dogs prefer to be in their own space when no one is home, and actually learn to go there themselves when they are overtaxed/anxious/tired, to soothe their nerves and feel protected. I raised Yorkies for years and they so preferred their cages at night and when we would leave. I still have one little Yorkie girl, she is 15 this year and remarkably, her name is also Cheyenne. So tickled me to see you getting your own Cheyenne and how much she has already enjoyed her new home. While I was in Key West 2 years ago, I found my "new" doggie love in the window on Duval Street. Now mind you, I would love to rescue where I can, and have two rescue cats who share my home as well, but her little eyes captivated a corner of my heart and I could not bear to leave her there on display for all of Duval Street to see!! So I bought the little Chihuahua/Doxie mix puppy, that they guaranteed wouldn't get more than 10 pounds, promptly took her to the rocks to watch the sunset at the Fort, and got kicked out because I dared to let her feet touch beach briefly on my way back to the car!! We named her Mallory (imagine that!) and brought her home where 2 years later she happily runs through the snow and is a whopping 34 lbs!! She took to her cage like a duck to water, and sleeps there every night, prefers it to mom and dad who roll around on the bed too much! LOL! So we have the big ox cage for her and the teeny little cat sized cage for Miss Cheyenne and they sleep happily next to each other each night with no complaints!! Your Cheyenne will be fine, sir, and you will gain some valuable freedom back to enjoy your motoring in to work every night!! Merry Christmas to you, your dear wife and that perfect pooch Miss Cheyenne!!
Good dog Story, thank you. It looks like she is staying Cheyenne as she answers to the name and we can't think of anything else off hand.
She spent 12 hours in the car last night while I was on my 6pm to 6 am shift. I went out a couple of times to let her out and both times she refused. She gave me a quick lick and went back to sleep, so I guess while my wife is away she is okay with sleeping outside the police station. At 69 degrees overnight she should be...At 5:50 am she was ready to sniff up a storm on the bridle path for half an hour, and after a thirty minute ride home devoured breakfast and fell asleep next to me for another six hour nap. I wish I were a dog sometimes.More of the same tonight.
Aww! So glad it is working out for you to have her close!! It's probably better anyway, as you would worry about her being alone so far away from you this soon. At 69 degrees, I think I would be happy to sleep outside as well!! She is so lucky to have you and your wife to care for her now! Your lives will be all the richer for having her as well!! Take care while your wife is away, microwaved food is fine for a time, but I know you will be happy to have her home to cook and for the company at the end of her holiday! Absence makes the heart grow fonder, my hubbie is happy when I come home from one of my journeys, and I think the cooking is what he really misses!! (Wink!)
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