Mrr?: "the cat, plotting my death. And mine."

I think I know where you were going with that, but second guessing where a poet will put which word is teh dumb.

Uh, yeah. "plotting her death. And mine." Damn typos. Too bad there's no editing tweets.

if java ever goes over jasons with you there's a cool one right next to piedmont high too. it's all hilly and multi-level with _piedmont_ dogs... more poodles than pits if ya get me.

I need to check that one out--the little run at Mosswood is rather sad, and when I took her there Thursday morning before work, there weren't any other dogs in it. Wednesday, I drove all the way to Ohlone Park in Berkeley--it's the best dogpark nearby and is always well populated with dogs and nice people. Otherwise, she doesn't run around and exhaust herself. An exhausted Java is a good Java, or at least a Java that doesn't go out the window.