SLEPT IN, TRYING TO CATCH UP, AND ALBUQUERQUE TURKEY

EDITION OF THURSDAY, DEC. 17, 2020 [PetPowellPress] Ever sleep late and know that you should not have? Welcome to Thursday the 17th. But, oh, my what a joy to awaken to sunshine.

So far the week has been a minor challenge — not like a feet-deep snowstorm in the Northeast, but like you pulled a muscle in your timing device and every time a second ticks off, you grab your hamstring and wince.
SPEAKING OF WINCING SNOW: That is a photo snapped around 8 a.m. New Jersey time by our Eastern Seaboard Bureau Chief Andy Fisher who reports, “Didn’t get the foot or more the Weather Service was anticipating, but got enough.”
As this is typed, it’s sunny and moving north of the 30s in North Texas. Back to a different form of precipitation.
One of the things that’ll draw your attention away from your plans is having an older dog with what appears to be a urinary tract infection. That’s Porche having no trouble napping on her ‘60s Rug of Healing next to my desks (I have 2 — one for my computer and one for my other computer.)
My sense-of-fashionspouse Martha has made sure that Porche, who has always been very diligent about “going out,” has seasonal attire to get her through the crisis. Her vet, bless his heart, prescribed the right meds and she appears to be doing fine after 24 hours of the tablets.
As you can see, she is able to sleep — always has been. Likes to hear her own snores. And, FYI: Porche would want you to know that so far she’s not needed the fancy bikini bottom. We’ve been on a Porche Schedule for yard visits. She’s livelier than she was 2 days ago.
In that photo you can see a Notre Dame trash can my little boys Bret and Bart and I picked up in a campus shop on a trip to South Bend, Ind., about 35 years ago — I was taking them on a Tour of Knowledge, i.e., visiting many university campuses. 
You also see a cat bed (near Porche's snout!) in the shape of a doghouse. Office cat William Powell likes to hide in there and write screenplays, I’m led to believe.
Now, before we go on, let me issue a reminder that no one reading this needs: Dogs and cats are available for rescue and adoption in shelters all over the greater North Texas Fertility Area. Pass it on to people who don’t yet realize they can’t live a good life without a dog or cat or dog and cat or dogs and cats. Sorry. Went “Animal Nut” on you in that last sentence.

CONTEMPLATION
PLAYING CATCHUP ON THURSDAY
I’ve got a blizzard of obligations this morning, so I’m going to get busy with that and also leave you with a contemplation about wildlife in Texas. It’s everywhere.
On a Fort Worth neighborhood bulletin board this week I spotted this post and it took me a while to realize why this turkey (included on the post) had its name. I had to say it out loud and now it’s stuck in my brain.
The poster asked, “Has anyone seen this turkey? Albuquerque (what else are you going to name a turkey?).”

Yep, “Albuquerque Turkey.” Cracks me up.

The post continues “It has been a regular visitor to my back yard, feasting on the corn and birdseed and then taking a nap under the bushes.  Haven't seen her since the end of last week and was hoping she was still hanging out in the neighborhood. … She should be with a flock but somehow got separated from them and decided Meadowbrook is a pretty good place to stay.  Can't blame her as there is plenty of feed, water, and cover in the area for her and she seems to have figured out how to deal with dogs and cats.”

Neighbors responded that they’d seen her in their yards and she appeared to be doing well.
We’ll monitor Albuquerque Turkey.
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