The coolest wine ever. i have no idea how it tastes, but the name alone made it worth trying.
Now that the room is a bit cleaner and more organized, Thorn has “his chair” back and seems quite pleased. (Though really, he thinks both chairs in here are “his chair”.)
Takeout box art by yours truly.
i lost my spot on the bed.
i’d hoped to get a picture of him with his head on the frog pillow, but… no.
LE STORE. It was too funny not to take a picture.
A delicious sushi spread from a few weeks ago. My phone quacks when i take a picture - yes, quacks - so i had to cough to cover the noise.
Me and Chesterpoof, earlier today.
i’ve been busy this week and i’ve slacked. Sgh. But, here we go…
GET THE TAIL, GET IT.
Buddies…
This is when there was ice on my car a few weeks ago.
We’re going to Atlanta this afternoon, so i’m sure i’ll get some interesting pictures this weekend. :D
My GOD i’m nervous.
You want a challenge, try photographing snakes without any help. It’s… interesting.
Worst. Model. Ever. But, one of the most charming.
i’ve been snapping away a lot more the last few days…
My roses are blooming. They’re so beautiful.
Both my doggies, in one picture, looking at the camera..! i had to say “cookie” and deal with the barky aftermath, but it was worth it.
Pooterdog Thorn.
i love this picture of Ein.
There are buffalo in Florida indeed, at least two locations. These buffalo live right off of i-75 - not the nicest location, but… Apparently there are also a few wild buffalo living in Paynes Prairie Preserve, which is just south of Gainesville. i’ve only been there once and that was at night, though i’ve driven by it several times on i-75 over the years. Methinks a day trip is in order one of the weekends i’m in Beautiful Historic Alachua.
Priss, wearing her cone. She had surgery recently, and licked her wound to the point where it got infected.. thus the cone. She’s not too pleased with life, as you can tell by the charging of her eye lasers.
i really don’t intend for Chester to be the star of this blog. i don’t like “cat people” and have been a “dog person” for years and years. He’s just so damned amusing and bizarre sometimes, though. Like last night. i didn’t see him bebopping around like usual. i thought maybe he’d gotten out of the room or something, then noticed that my weekend bag was tipped over… and there he was, inside, after managing to close it and make a nice dark little hiding spot for himself. When bedtime came around, back into the bag he went.
From before i went “on break”..
Chester was laying on the bed (what else is new) while i was turning down blankets in preparation for sleepytime. He didn’t seem to care that i laid the top of the blanket over him. Was cute… Then, turned into…
… which, judging by his expression, he minded a tad more. Still too lazy to move, though.