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Oooh and ewww...

At the garden center the other day, this came in for a landing.

giant green beetle

so green, so shiny!

scarab beetle?

California crisp

Unless it's getting water somehow, everything everywhere is dry.

california crisp

sunbaked malibu

Little dog, big world

little dog, big world

Little Daisy, listening to the flock of wild parrots overhead and drinking in the wonder of it all.

Weird, right?

endless task

In front of one of the houses on Carbon Beach, one of Malibu's priciest stretches of sand (and that's saying a lot) is a statue of a kneeling workman, perpetually stooped, trapped in an endless task.

Signs of Saturday: In the beginning

Here it is, the original Malibu plate. Makes me wonder if there's a plain old 'Bu" plate out there somewhere...

bu plate zero

So, this happened

We're in shock here at Casa de LOUD!, where things moved quickly and today Walter and I find ourselves living with a puppy. This comes just two weeks after Maisie's passing, but considering the sorrow the Tiny Labrador's death caused, it also comes just in time.

The puppy's name is Blue, True Blue, actually, but the little kids next door have taken to calling her Daisy. She's 12 weeks old and has a sweet, calm temperament. She adores Walter. He's a bit reserved in return. But he's fascinated. Camps out by her kennel when she's napping, follows her as she explores, corrects her sternly but appropriately when her puppy-ness crosses his boundaries. You can see the bond beginning to form.

It's unsettling, this mix of grief and delight. What helps is the little kids here. They still talk about Maisie all the time, ask me every day what she's thinking, and when they refer to her, they call her 'Little Shooting Star'.

The 6-year-old boy started it. Out of the blue one morning he asked "What does Little Shooting Star say?" and when I asked him who that was, he pointed to the sky and said it was Maisie.

Here's the puppy when we first met her:

hello, new puppy

And here she is discovering the delights of the Pepperdine lawn in the company of her hero, Walter.

where do I grab it first?

all mouth

where did Walter go?

here comes my hero

wait for me!

new friends

tbt: Fire season

3 p.m., burning east of Corral Canyon

The words 'fire season' have lost all meaning here in the West, where it begins earlier and earlier each year.

This is from 2007, as flames moved through Corral Canyon.

Throwback Thursday: View from Paradise Cove on November 24, 2007 at 2:58 pm.

Brides in trees

A couple of times a week a different lovely young woman in the same whimsical red dress climbs a tree on the Pepperdine lawn.

brides in trees

It's always the same photog and always the same crew, who have created a thriving business shooting engaged couples against this striking backdrop.

one photog's pov

The neighbors

The first night we spent here at Casa de LOUD! we learned we had downstairs neighbors. Considering this is a one-story bungalow with no basement, the news came as a bit of a shock.

It was at 3 am that Walter lost his mind and went full-on crazy-dog. He barked and raced in weird zigzags across the entire house as his ears and nose tracked the residents below.

Raccoons, it turned out. The landlord shoved a sandbag (love you, Malibu) into a broken air vent the following morning and the raccoon family moved.

Next door.

the lookout

the coast is clear

quick exit

on the lam

Summer breezy

Walter got his summer haircut (the first of several -- the season is long and his fur grows fast) a few days ago:

walter's summer cut

...and he's so plush and squeezable, people can't keep their hands off of him.

summer buzz cut

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