My daughter named him. And he was “drawn out” of the litter by my sister just for us.
All I have to say is, “Where’s my hat?” and he knows what’s about to happen.
You can’t see the grizzled hair on his chin.
He’s a good old man.
I miss photo albums.I was just looking at this first batch of polaroids I made and thinking how I need an album. (365 Day 120 Photo) Not the computer kind….
(365 day 52 photo) I read on this blog how the author had been shampoo free for 2 years now and was intrigued. I’ve been trying to stretch out the…
Here they are, each in their prime. They’ve been called “the boss”, “thinks he’s people,” and “the [baby] replacement.” But mostly they’re our witnesses. They’ve seen every birth, every blow-up,…
As you can see, I am a few repeats behind this week, but the knitalong was extended a week so I think I’ll get it finished in time. I have…
We’ve been enjoying the cool evenings, since we’re finally having them. The leaves aren’t falling yet, but the mosquitos have let up some, and the animals are all frisky, racing around the…
