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Booker has missed out on some Volvo time this week what with me being away and complications that kept him from the grocery store run yesterday.

So, I took him for a ride this afternoon.

This is not unprecedented. We have "always" taken our dogs for rides when we lived at the other place and had the Jeep.

Mostly Saturday and Sunday afternoons when there wasn't a lot cooking.

It was fun and they could get their snoots out the window and watch the scenery as well as smell it.

But moving and all, we have sort of dropped that.

Today, we got back on the road.

He brought one of his new tennis balls.

Did I mention that, in our new location, we are across the street from a tennis club? Well, the walks are a revelation. We go over that way and walk around and, behold, there are new tennis balls to be found.

He will not proceed with the walk. We must go home and put the ball in the living room where he caches everything.

So, we have plenty of balls and he took one on the ride today.

The Volvo is not as tennis ball friendly as the Jeep. There are some ball size spaces in the front of the back, just behind the front seats. Got that?

So, we don't want to take too many balls out in the car because they will fall down below, he will bark to get them back, I will have to stop the car and get it and, you get the picture.

But he took one today and, miraculously, it did not fall into the hole. Perhaps he has figured this out.

We took the old route out Bogert to the top of a very, very high hill that overlooks south Palm Springs and the mountains. Gorgeous.

We stop and watch. And smell. And take our time to enjoy the prospect.

After this we went back to the old neighborhood. I had the idea that I would run up each of the five streets off Mesa. But I only made two.

I couldn't do it. The place is history.

Our policy has always been not to go back at least not in the first year or so. That was easy when we came out here. We didn't go back east for 18 months.

Before that, I didn't go back to the old Beacon Hill neighborhood from the South End for maybe two or three years.

Our old apartment was across the street from that condo so we were in the old neighborhood. There was no going back. We were almost there. But we never went back into the old apartment building or walked through the grounds.

So, this time, it is almost nearby but not enough to go back there much. I think that I did the last run thru today.

We came back home and found our new home ready to welcome us and that is enough.

You can't go home again.

We left the tennis ball in the car for next time.

Labels: Booker, condo, gay life