If you’re a pet owner, then you’ll understand when I say that I take more pet photos than I know what to do with. A little like being a parent (I assume, not being one myself), whenever your pet is doing something cute, you feel this irrepressible need to document it. Awww, look at that cute way Fido is sleeping, I need to take a picture.
Okay, so Fido was pretty cute. And now you have a photo. What to do with it? Well, you post it to your blog, of course! This is my purging of the cute and fuzzy that has collected on my hard drive over the last couple of months. And who doesn’t like a bit of cute and fuzzy now and then…
That’s the funniest thing I’ve heard in weeks!
Arms and legs entwined. Brotherly love, I hope.
Raven sitting patiently for me while I photograph a mushroom. I usually have to command her to sit if there’s something particular I want a photo of, because she has a knack for dashing right through the middle of whatever it is and either ruining or disturbing it.
For whatever reason, it’s mushrooms that she most likes running through my photos of. She’s been doing this since she was a puppy. Fortunately, she’s very good about sitting and waiting until I release her.
Sitting at the window watching me set up my moth trap.
This is the largest bit of water Raven now has access to. It’s less than a foot deep, not quite the lake Raven had to swim in at the last house, but she likes to splash in it nonetheless. At this time of year the water is pretty vacant, but we’ll need to keep her out of it come spring.
Like all dogs, Raven has a propensity for rolling in all things stinky. Last week I noticed her out in the long grass rolling in something in that way she only does when it delights her nose so. I figured at first she must have found a pile of scat, but eventually my curiosity got the better of me and I went over to investigate. When I got there I couldn’t see anything, but she kept looking at the ground. Eventually she reached out and pawed at the grass… and exposed a garter snake, sluggish in the cold, not even trying to bite. Presumably she picked up on the musk the snake releases as a defense – which is incredibly smelly, I must admit.
Glaring at me for photographing her in such a compromising position.
She sleeps on the loveseat in my study at night, but for whatever reason feels the need to rearrange the blankets I use as a slipcover before she goes to bed. Most mornings I just find one blanket on the floor, but last week I came in to a total dismantling of the couch. Merlin, who likes to sick his paws between things and feel around, was playing in the cracks between the seat cushions.
Ollie likes to climb in things. Like my art portfolio. Fortunately I only keep hard canvases in there and not anything on paper.