Frances loves to tug almost as much as she loves to fetch. She also makes a mean goalie when playing stuffy soccer.
Category: Photography
Introducing Miss Frances
The past few weeks have been rough. I had to have Harriet put to sleep on Monday. As long as she was happy, I was willing to do whatever I could to keep her going. But then she had a particularly bad seizure, and a few days later a stroke. She was clearly miserable, so it was time to let her go. That was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
Being dogless was intolerable, to I went to the shelter on Friday and came home with Miss Frances. According to her intake papers, she’s 2 1/2 years old. My best guess is that she’s a Pit Bull x Boxer. She’s freaking adorable. One ear stands up taller than the other (the shorter ear has some scar tissue on the interior surface, from an old hematoma), which makes her extra appealing. She has a fabulous sense of humor, plays fetch and tug like it’s her job, snorts like a pig when she’s excited, takes treats gently, loves to cuddle, gives kisses, and has some basic obedience training (sit, down, and drop it). And, she chases cats. We’re working on that, and I’m hopeful that she’ll turn out to be cat-safe. The cats don’t seem at all concerned about her, which makes me think she doesn’t have evil intent. She just finds them irresistible.
Chair
From yesterday’s I Have to Get Out of the Office walk, this is a chair in one of the bathrooms in the building next door. This part of the university has old buildings that used to be part of an elementary school campus. The toilets in this particular bathroom are about six inches off the ground.
Oh, and that sun we had on Monday? Rain all day yesterday, and today we get the dreaded Wintry Mix[tm]. Joy.
We Saw The Sun
The sun was out yesterday. I have proof! Who knows when we’ll see it again, though. It’s supposed to be rainy and snowy and gross tomorrow.
A Mardi Gras Poem
Circle the ghosts
and dance for joy
on this sacred day
And may I say, I’m not at all sorry to see that Papa Ratzi is resigning at the end of the month?
Chair
A Poem
Brilliant morning
devouring night
And you
the only wild star
In a secret sky
Incandescent Bulb
After seven years, the overhead light in the hallway finally burned out.
Ice Cream and Waffles
Someone on Facebook mentioned eating ice cream and waffles, which sounded weird and very wrong to me, but not actually disgusting, so I decided to try it. It’s yummy! And when I thought about it some more, it seems perfectly logical. A waffle is basically a really puffy ice cream cone.
Pollywog
Polly is possibly the sweetest cat in the history of forever. She doesn’t have a mean fiber in her entire body, so imagine my surprise at being wakened last night to find her and Henry ganging up and giving Piglet the ass beating he so richly deserves.
Well done, girls.
red paper boat 