The Lair of the White Worm

Or something like that.  Just trying to make Bubba comfortable while "they" work out, or whatever all that jumping around signifies.

In Door County

Walking in the woods with "him."

Are You Looking at Me?

Because you must be looking at someone, so if it is me, don't.

Stretching is Good - Sleep is Good

Comfy Time in My New Designer Bed

Sleepy Time with Bigfoot

Why am I being interupted?  Sleepy time is dream time!

Can You Ever Have Too Many Pillows?

"She" took this photo and posed the question, although, honestly, I get that question very often from friends both human and canine.

The answer is NO.  You can never have too many pillows.

Here is another view.  The answer is the same.

Sleepy Time

A hard day.  Long walk.  Bed game.  Time to hit the hay.

Watching the Cubs

What a bore.  I fell asleep in the first inning.  He told me they lost.  Ho hum.

Satisfaction

Writer's Block

Strange surroundings.  No ideas.  Help!

Waking Up Is Hard To Do

The Real Story

This may sound strange and maybe I am dreaming the whole thing, but earlier this week I was kidnapped by space aliens who attempted to implant a surveillance device in my right eyeball.  OK, laugh it off as delusional if you want, but above you will see photographic proof.  That's me materializing in the living room after, by a stoke of luck and good fortunate, I was able to teleport myself from their lair.

I'm still trying to piece the story together.  More later. Stay tuned to this channel.

I'm back, baby!

Back in the Driver's Seat

Whole and intact and in glorious color.  I had to take certain steps to correct matters.  I'm back, baby!

Whew!

That was a trip!  I'm back in color, but, for some inexplicable reason, half of me is missing.  What gives here?  We are not happy.  Not happy at all.

OMG! I woke up today and I was in black and white!

WHO(M) is behind this atrocity????

Who he?

Somehow, someway this little dude came to perch on this bookcase.  

I'm trying to commune with him.  So far he's not talking but I think we are establishing  a relationship at some level....

The Return of the Sun Puppy

Enough said.

Comfy

Just relaxing.  Boy, it is cold out there.  Pretty comfy.  Can you tell which end is which?  Sometimes even I cannot.

Advice for the Cute

As my loyal readers may be aware, I am not averse to passing on helpful hints to others about matters of mutual interest.  Also, it is my philosophy that you can never be too cute.

In that spirit, I firmly believe the transition from merely cute to adorable is the most difficult one of all.  Believe me, I have studied the matter.  Indeed, I have devoted much of my life to that study.

Cute is cute.  Adorable is a whole other matter.  Adorable takes years of hard work, studious observation and adaptation, sometimes just dumb luck.

The photo above illustrates my point.  I have for years noted that when "they" want to go out and leave you alone, "they" gather all the clothing they want to use.  Of course, you will want to roll around all over it.  Everybody does that.  It's cute, there is no denying.

It is also cute to just steal some essential element and hide it under the bed, for example.  But adorable goes beyond that.  Adorable, in this case, means you actually have to wear the article yourself.

Yesterday - call it inspiration, call it genius, call it whatever - the stars were aligned.  I had for months observed the care "they" take in donning their scarves, "her" especially.  It's not easy, not at all, in that, unlike "them" I lack arms and opposable thumbs.

But there you have it.  Voila!  A few deft rolls.  The deed is done.  The work of a lifetime achieved.

Of course, "they" went out anyway, more's the pity, and I was left to hit the hay in their absence.  Life is that way sometimes.

He's Back!

That's right.  I'd recognize him anywhere.  It's Fat Sparrow.  "He" says how can you be certain?  It could be any sparrow.  "She" agrees.  I KNOW!

Of all the bird feeders in all the world, why did he choose mine?