No Bones About It

i gave Dought one of the bones to take outside / the rest went into the large roasting pan / the oven was set at 400' / when the light went out the roasting pan went in on the upper rack / they will brown and later will be put in the stock pot to make broth

i lollygagged around for awhile then decided to take the dogs up to the Slick Rock for a walk / it was a clear crisp sunny morning / we parked at Cluster D / they took off to favorite spots and i strolled down the sandy road / i had brought my journal and a book to read and water so i cd hang out for awhile

there was no one around and no ranger at the entry booth / lovely silence

i remembered the bones in the oven !

oh dear oh dear / and where are the dogs ? i dashed back to the car parked at the far inner end of the camping cluster and drove back up on the Sand Flats Road looking for them

THERE !~ i see them / they are doing their favorite thing / digging furiously / i tramped over the desert, crushing the precious and fragile cryptobiotic soil apologizing to it with every step / Sorry, sorry, oh i am so sorry

i hollered : Dought ! Dot ! Come Right Now ! There are BONES at home !

they came right away all sandy muzzled / they do know what BONES means

hey and guess what ? the oven was cold / it has gone kaput / just like my printer !

well, i'll be darned / will there be one more thing ? like a set of three ?