There was a big explosion in the neighborhood in the early hours of July 4th. Next to 'please toilet train your damned dog', it's the most talked-about subject on Nextdoor Curtis Park. Didn't bother Bella, though. She doesn't fret about explosions or toilet training.
The holiday must have scrambled the neighborhood a bit. Last night, Club Flame closed at least an hour early, at 1 a.m. Strange. Worrisome even, since that club looks like a magnet for trouble. It was strange passing by, because the lights were completely out but the parking lot was still full of cars and people.
According to the Sacramento police, last night, there was a murder at 20th & P St. at 1:48 a.m. Bella and I passed by 20th and T St., four blocks away, about 25 minutes earlier. That's the third significant murder on or near the paths Bella and I typically travel in the last 16 months.
Saw a tall man on a skateboard accompanied by a large poodle on a leash. Cool! Very fast-moving!
We encountered a remarkably-beautiful brunette walking her white dog. The dog got agitated when it saw Bella, and we had to take evasive action. As it turned out, the woman was just walking her dog around the block, because when Bella and I came back from the opposite direction, we met them again, and had to take a new series of evasive maneuvers. I was getting agitated too.
Last night, we saw a black-and-white cat cross the street. Bella and I came close, and suddenly noticed a raccoon was there too. Was the raccoon sneaking up on the cat? Was the raccoon the cat's friend? I don't know, but both cat and raccoon were mesmerized by sight of Bella. A three-way standoff resulted, which I finally ended by allowing Bella to get too close, making the raccoon flee and forcing the cat to take a defensive stand. But for a long, long time, the encounter was like this: