Still alive and looking for stones to turn

Just every day strangeness, not necesarrily fortean, but it can seem that way.

Last week when the guys were working here they redid our ditch (or arroyo) behind our house, making it deeper and wider. Last night we took Pooka for a walk, we have a trail down the arroyo and back into our yard. She kept walking near the new edge and it is like at least 15 feet deep now and I kept trying to pull her back, but even when I did she quickly returned to the edge. When we were almost to the trail I hear a thump and I know she has fallen over. I quickly go to the edge and look down, she must have landed on her feet because she is walking along towards home, like nothing had just happened. I also realized at that point that I also was pretty damn lucky because I apparently, without being conscious of it, let the leash go. Pooka weighs 90 lbs and if I hadn't let go she would have pulled me right over with her and I am pretty damn sure I wouldn't have landed on my feet.

A couple days ago, I found out that salvia divinorum is legal and for sale in shops here in NM. I now plan on getting my hands on some. Part of my quest to leave no esoteric stone unturned. :-)