This is the picture of doggy exhaustion.
We spent the holidays in Washington, D.C., with family and friends. The house was occupied by double the number of adults and dogs!
By Friday afternoon, we were pooped.
This is the picture of doggy exhaustion.
We spent the holidays in Washington, D.C., with family and friends. The house was occupied by double the number of adults and dogs!
By Friday afternoon, we were pooped.
For the past few weeks, we’ve noticed that Lola is more snugly and affection with us than ever before — and even with Sammy Sanchez, too. Just yesterday during a nap she used my legs as a pillow, and this morning she let me spoon her for a long time. As I was getting ready for work, I bundled her up in a big blanket as if she were a burrito. She loved it and stayed that way all morning until it was time to go out.
I’m not sure what brought about all of this lovey-dovey-ness but it astonishes us to find Lola and Sam sleeping so closely together like they are in this photo.
Sam and Lola are doing a reverse spoon.
Lola won't be going off-leash for a while.
Lola and I got separated this morning during off-leash time in the park. We were near the when she sprinted ahead of me and kept running and running. Within a matter of seconds she disappeared into the woods and I could not see her.
Sammy thankfully stayed near me but after 15 minutes of frantic searching, I took him home because he was tired. I went back to the park by myself and retraced our steps. I ended up back at the Picnic House, which was the last point when I had seen her.
By now nearly one hour had passed. I was crying like a baby and worried about Lola being out in the cold for so long. Then, as I turned the corner, I saw herin the distance facing the opposite direction. When I called her name, she ran to me and leaped up in the air at my feet.
Watching us were two ladies who told me they were monitoring Lola, sensing she was lost. They gave me reassuring hugs as I broke down and the words turned into jibberish, explaining that Lola wouldn’t allow them to approach her. The ladies sensed she was waiting for me to find her and didn’t want to be taken away. I later learned that these ladies are members of . I am so grateful to them for their help this morning.
A short-eared owl lives in Prospect Park.
The other morning during off-leash hours in Prospect Park, we saw a giant bird perched on the upper branches of a tree. My Audubon Society member friend told me it was “probably” a short-eared owl.
It’s pretty neat to see other forms of wildlife, besides dogs, raccoons, horses, turtles, ducks and rats, enjoying the beautiful park.
Are you sleeping, Sammy?
Dogs have an amazing ability to wake up alert and happy from the deepest of slumbers. I know this because the words “treat” or “walk” when spoken will instantaneously provoke Lola or Sam from a nap. Sometimes I catch Sammy sleeping with his eyes just barely open. I think he likes to spy on me in case I do something that he needs to monitor.
A sign of the economic downturn: filling the screen with eight taking heads.
An indication of how bad — and complicated — things are with the economy. An interview with one expert is not enough. You need eight people to explain why it’s in the crapper.
Sammy and rosemary plant are both doing well!
I’m fairly capable of feeding and caring for Lola and Sam, but for some reason I’m not great at keeping our plants in good health. This is a problem because on occasion my better-half goes away on long business trips.
But so far the lone green thing in our apartment, this rosemary plant, has managed to stay alive. I watered it on Wednesday as I was instructed (it helps to have a reminder saved in your Outlook calendar). Sammy spent some time with the rosemary this morning.
Feed a pigeon, breed a rat.
To the person who scattered and stale bread on the road leading into Prospect Park from 15th Street this morning: thanks for doing your part to promote the rat population in Brooklyn!
Devon, I'm straighter than you are gay, and I leave particles of guys like you in my wind. I'm not afraid of you.
I nearly lost my marbles when I saw at Carnegie Hall last night. I took this photo of him chatting on his cell phone during the intermission of the performance with Yo-Yo Ma. The performance, by the way, was fantastic. The Sony Philharmonic is comprised of 110 Sony employees (mostly engineers) and family members. I’m pretty sure that if my company started an in-house band, we wouldn’t be allowed to perform at Carnegie Hall.
Anyway, Jack stayed until the intermission, so I wasn’t able to chat him up at the post-concert reception. Which was probaby a good thing because I think I probably would have gone all stalker-ish if I got within five feet of him.
The Sony Philharmonic Orchestra at Carnegie Hall