I am really having fun with my new book. I do wish I were moving a bit faster, but considering all I have to learn and all the other balls I have to keep in the air, I’m happy to be making any progress. As I’ve mentioned on my previous Photography 101 posts, I’m reading a fantastic photography book. And… Read More
a girl and her dog.
If my husband knew what was going on, he’d be jealous. You see, Poppy has a new man in her life. She’s kept it on the down-low, though. In fact, it was just today that I fully recognized just how crazy about Seamus Poppy actually is. When I found her singing to him. The only word I could make out… Read More
evidently…
he didn’t get the memo. You know, the doggie memo. That shoes and sticks and balls are for chewing. And that prickly pine cones? Are not. But I guess I shouldn’t have expected anything less from our boy. Seamus has been known to do his own thing. And, in general, prefers to veer from the regular doggie rules of engagement…. Read More
… again.
I know. I’m wondering the same thing. What is up? I’m posting about my dog… again? Well, he did it… again. This time? A skunk. In all my 42 years, I have never had a run in with a porcupine or a skunk. And now? Well, let’s just say I can cross those off my to-do list. And I, unwittingly,… Read More
good news
He’s made a complete recovery. Amazingly, once those naughty quills were extricated, he was just fine. Other than the dried blood chunks blocking the majority of the entrance to his nose the next morning. Which I had to extricate, as well. But really, he is fine now. 24 hours after the ‘incident’ and you’d never know he’d been within spitting… Read More
ouch
This is the face that greeted me when I let the dogs in last night at approximately 11:30PM. Chris and I spent the next 2 1/2 hours wrangling a surprisingly strong dog, trying to extricate the offenders from sweet, stupid Seamus’ face and leg. One bugger was actually lodged inside his nose. Minus the gagging, it was the closest thing… Read More
naughty
Oh Seamus. I thought you didn’t have any more surprises left in you. After all, you’ve been around for almost 2 years now. I thought we’d reached the depths of your naughtiness. I was wrong. Thankfully I had been warned. The troops had rallied and the battle cry went out long and loud as the pitter patter of little feet… Read More
dear mr. postman
Please don’t leave any more boxes on my front porch. The very life of our four legged friend depends on it. We thank you. And, even more, Seamus thanks you.
feelin’ it.
the heat, that is. It’s outrageously hot here. And we are soooo not used to it. We have no A/C, you see. Because the average temperature, even in the heat of the summer, is around 83 degrees in our neck of the woods. For this day of year, the average is 72 degrees. The record? Is 91. And today, it’s… Read More
that face
Good mornin’, Sunshine. This is what I woke up to yesterday morning. My front porch. My pots. Minus one. More of the carnage. Not exactly sure what these plants were, but I sure had a lot of respect for them. They made it all the way from our old house to our new house, which included a month of being… Read More