Bright lights, big city gonna set my soul on fire

Claren and I trundled downtown today to meet with the director of Fish and Wildlife. Actually, there was not much trundling, we took the shuttle.

We were headed to the main Department of the Interior building, which we refer to as MIB. Before I knew that acronym, I thought it was kind of cool that so many people wrote on their calendars: "MIB for birds" or whatever. Birds could use the Men in Black.

Alas, it is just a building.

The shuttle has a chair lift in the back and about 15 rows of seats. Claren got on OK and when I was loaded in, I called her to come back to me. She stood up from the second row where she was, looked around and went outside to look for me.

Sharpest tool in the shed? Probably not, but she is cute and fun.

The driver brought her back onboard, and she took her spot in the second  row again even though she saw me.

We got to the meeting OK, and the director was making some good points. But no one was paying attention to Claren so she started pawing the director's chair. He laughed, which was good, because I didn't feel like correcting her in a meeting. I may have to, though, if she keeps it up.

We went for a walk after the meeting and the only grassy area was a park where the grass was set off from the sidewalk by a three-inch metal wall. Instead of pooping near the edge of that wall, Claren did her duty about as far as possible from the wall.

I had to loosen my seatbelt, edge out as far as possible and then just managed to snag it. I made quite a sight. I was surprised no one offered to help. I guess I wasn't that amazing today.