tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490192297132114761.post1909466769048580421..comments2023-06-22T06:51:18.122-07:00Comments on random firings across the synapses: close encountersrrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06457746929116908077noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490192297132114761.post-14638352280260710092010-01-04T07:46:14.982-08:002010-01-04T07:46:14.982-08:00There was a fox hanging around my cabin a few year...There was a fox hanging around my cabin a few years ago. He was so skinny, I put a bowl of stew out for him and called to him like you would a dog. He came up, looked at me, licked the stew and ran off. I guess it was too salty. I like Tag's allusion to Prince of Prints.Kasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05233330248952156754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490192297132114761.post-31399835463746469422010-01-03T22:55:39.313-08:002010-01-03T22:55:39.313-08:00A day for prince in the sand. And big cats too. Do...A day for prince in the sand. And big cats too. Do you have an animal you might consider a spirit guide as in shamanism? I think mine is the owl. One saved my life outside of Alburquerque during a blizzard.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00533184345345882921noreply@blogger.com