Running with Sean

...and Bette and Lucy and Alice and Ginger and Archie and Chester and Eve.
Sean took the camera along Friday morning and made the following videos.
Don't watch if you're prone to motion sickness.
Otherwise, enjoy a bumpy tour of the woods, trails and salt ponds on a run to the mangroves.

third kilometer:

salt ponds:


water break:


the half way point -mangroves, lagoon and muck:

last leg:

Re: Rufus

Well, let's see...it's been windy.
tongues are flapping and poor Henry needs a haircut:














Sean -nearly always working, but never lonely:














Rufus is doing fine, but for a minor bladder infection. We're nearly certain which beach dog is his Mom, she spends a fair amount of time barking in our general direction. Lately she has had a few pups trailing her, and last week we flushed them out of the woods while we were walking. Initially I didn't think that Rufus was from the same litter because he's much smaller than the others. It's amazing that he made it to us, he covered a lot of ground for being such a sick little guy. He must have gotten separated from his family and headed towards the sound of dogs.
When I first saw him by our gate (alerted by the pack, of course) and went to retrieve him, he did his best to avoid me and went straight for the dogs. You might think that *Jehovah* dogs barking and jumping furiously at the fence would be intimidating to such a little guy, but apparently not.
Come to think of it, that's what Maldi, while a squirrel-sized kitten, did too.
Rufus says it was all part of his plan:

















taking on Oscar:













Oscar is not impressed:


















Tuesday and Gowron chew on him a little:














chewed on and spit out:














he likes Greta best:














Rufus gets some sun and Sean gets a face full of Shirley:














Truman oversees the housebreaking:














I'm working on a circus act to help pay for dog food.
today only...Rufus the Magnificent and Roni Ninefingers:














beautiful boy:

Always look on the bright side of life.

I'm beginning to wonder if the universe doesn't, just maybe, have a sense of humor.
I think it might have been watching Life of Brian over my shoulder.
From now on, whenever asked "how many dogs do you have?",
I (and Sean, so help me...) will respond 'Jehovah'.


















I had put forward my suspicion that every time we speak the exact number, another shows up. Ha, ha, silly eh?
Well, yeah, Sean had to go and say IT out loud. Funny guy. Real funny.
Within 24 hours...guess what...mmmhm.
 We're calling him Rufus.

He's a furry little bag of bones and we weren't sure he'd survive the night. He did.
He's still weak and has a bad case of the runs, but he's showing signs of improvement.

 

 

 

 

"Life's a piece of shit,

When you look at it.

Life's a laugh and death's a joke. It's true.

You'll see it's all a show.

Keep 'em laughing as you go.

Just remember that the last laugh is on you."

Greta

Greta is our darling, unlikely, German Shepherd/T-rex mix. She is, to be blunt, an odd looking dog. I scooped her off the street when she was a few months old, because I couldn't bear to see her be run over. She had a bad habit of wandering the street, oblivious to traffic. She was skittish and catching her took some doing.
Once we got her home we found out that she was oblivious to a lot of things. For days all she wanted to do was sit alone in a room and stare at the wall. Eventually, over the next month, she gradually started to interact and act like a dog. 
She is still ...quirky, also a ton of fun. Silly, affectionate and prone to bursts of unfocused energy. She loves to chase the ball and lie on her belly in the mud. Who doesn't?
Evidently, she is also prone to weight gain. A paw injury kept her from walks and she quickly packed on the kilos. She is recovered and is now part of Zasu's 'walk your way thin' fitness program.
young Greta and Tuesday:

















smiling face:

















her fur is finally growing in:








 





a singular beauty:













she's a happy girl:
















poetry in motion:

The Aging of Aquarius

More of the same. Dogs in hammocks, dogs on stairs, dogs being cute...life is good.
Happy birthdays to us.
Bette and Shirley:











 







Puppies are all grown up:














 
Handsome Reggie is a mellow guy:













 
Archie, Ernie and Oscar rehearse a number for the talent show:














brothers Oscar and Otto have a go (doesn't Otto look ferocious? ha!):














round 2, Oscar is looking buff!:














the girls get in on the fun, Tuesday and Bette:














enough of the ruffians, here's angelic Frijolita:


















one of our less photographed dogs, but she's a cutie:















Sisters Posey, Eve and Frijolita with George:














Eve and Posey:














Rita is a calendar girl:


















George:














Tuesday is all legs:














Godzilla loves a windy night:














Shirley loves a sunny day:

hola mundo

The first post of the new year and the first at our new virtual address.
Terribly exciting.
Comments are now enabled.
Really, nothing too exciting going on around here...
The weather is beautiful and the dogs must be planning something big, because they've been on their best behavior.
I haven't been taking many photos but here are a few recent ones.

Chester the Molester peers over the stairs:















Not a stellar pic but Zasu looks so happy that I love it. The walks are really helping, she looks positively svelte!
Truman, Zasu (formerly Fatty Dingle) and others:














just another Sunday stroll:






















I don't understand why I'm getting such large spaces from this point on...I fiddled with it and ended up stymied. In the spirit of the new year, I'm going to try something new and not worry about it. Lets just consider them dramatic pauses. Invisible koans. White zones for psychic loading and unloading. or just sloppy formatting. no worries.

I still find it funny that so many of our dogs like hammocks. None more than Bette.
Some days she spends the whole morning napping alone but she is always willing to share.
Bette and Maldi (Reggie underneath):






















Bette, Blue and Henry:

















The smallest and most athletic of Gracie's pups, Blue is pure enthusiasm.
Blue sails over PuppyG:

happy holidays

taken Dec.25, Ernie, Sean and Oscar: