Here's a dime go make a friend

That's what my grandmother used to tell my sister. Later I think it went up to a quarter. It was never the right incentive though.

Here's Molly watching her neighbor friend Sabin eat his morning scoop. (Isn't Sabin a weird name for a dog?) Early every morning he ventures over and taps insistently on the glass till I come down. If I don't come fast enough Molly lets out a fearsome moan. I wonder if Sabin will keep tapping all winter. We leave on Thursday morning, back to L.A. As soon as he finishes eating on the porch, he goes on, probably to another plate glass window to tap tap.

Molly had a romp with John McCain a few minutes ago. They play so hard you have to grab hold of a tree when they go by so you won't get slamdanced.