For the next two weeks I will be left alone to my own devices, which are also limited by both numbers and effectiveness. While it will seem to be like the first episode of "The Last Man on Earth," I won't be completely alone, I'll have a co-conspirator, Oliver. Even though he has four legs and is only 20 inches or so tall, he is still a willing companion.
We (Oliver and I) will be moving on paved and poured surfaces while exercising our bodies and minds, mine by observation, his more by scent and taste. He is a dog, but not at all a sly dog. The fact is he has much a much better disposition than most bipeds I have known and loved. Still, as companions go, only one of us really thinks he knows what the other is thinking, (I think). So I must assume that I have our real purposes in mind. Oliver's primary purposes are to leave many liquid messages and predigested materials. What we would call "P-mail."
Luckily there are still many forested areas interspersed within the neighborhoods for shade and P-mail breaks.
Well it seems we've come full circle and we are now back at the hindquarters! Butt, at least it's a friendly K9. conversation.