Day: August 25, 2007

Pets, Photography

Dogs

Shelly

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When we got back from Minnesota, Harriet and I slept for about 24 hours. Harriet lost no time breaking in the fleece blanket Grandma sent back with me.

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This is Grandpa’s dog, Nina. This isn’t a good picture, but it’s the best I could do, because she was motoring around like a mad dog. When she plays, she plays hard. Grandpa was playing fetch with her in the house one day, and she slammed into the attic door, trying to catch the ball. I don’t think she even noticed. Yorkies may be tiny, but they are 100% Terrier.

She also has a whole fleet of beach balls outside that she chases around the yard. Grandpa was throwing them over the garage, and Nina would race to the other side to “catch” them and push them around the yard.

Alas, I did not get even a bad picture of Grandma’s mitten kitten. She’s got a black and white kitty with thumbs. Grandma swears she’s a sweet cat, but she’s not–NOT!–fond of strangers, so I’ll have to take Grandma’s word for it. She sure is pretty, though.

Pets

The Fish Report

Shelly

I woke up to no floaters. Yay! Both fishies are doing beautifully. They are active little buggers and spend most of their time zooming around the tank. They zoom together, though, which is cute. They also know that people bring food, so when you approach the tank, they shoot to the surface for snax. And boy are they hungry! I don’t know if half starved fish will over-eat, so I’m not feeding them all that much yet. Last night, they were unimpressed with the short rations, so they started digging in the marbles at the bottom of the tank for left-overs. Since it’s a clean tank, there’s not anything down there for them to eat. The sound of marbles chinking against a glass aquarium is loud.

Also, I think I only was startled by the “Who the hell is peeing?!” noise of the waterfall filter five or six times last night. That’s going to take some getting used to. Poor Harriet. The first time, I yelled, “Hey!” at her, only she was lying quietly on the couch, not peeing on the kitchen floor. As if she’d do such a thing, anyway. How uncouth!