I have a lot of good pictures of Nan. I have great pictures of Bishop. Both Nan and Bishop were show dogs and when they see a camera, they sit and give you their good side. If you try to take a picture of another dog, they will bomb the picture.

nan almost christmas

Then there are Bonnie and Amber. Amber runs for the hills. Maybe you’ll get a shot of her butt as she disappears down the hall. Bonnie, on the other hand, is a tease and her timing is impeccable. She sits perfectly still. Waits. As my finger approaches the shutter, she springs into action.

For example, here is Bishop this morning:


Elegant. A proud, handsome dog. Dignified, yet always ready for a bit of pizza crust … or watermelon. Next, we see my best picture of Bonnie. Same camera. Same light. Same five-minute period in the same room.


What does she have against me and my cameras? I’m sure she does it on purpose. Want to see another one? The white streaks are snow in her beard.


Obviously a far superior shot since you can tell it’s a dog. Probably.

You should see the ones I deleted.


Cee’s Which Way Photo Challenge: 2015 Week #9

Welcome everyone to Cee’s Which Way Photo Challenge. This challenge subject is all about capturing the roads, walks, trails, rails, we move from one place to another on. You can walk on them, climb them, drive them, ride them, as long as the way is visible. Any angle of a bridge is acceptable as are any signs.

And this week’s entry … a gallery.


72-Bishop_01It didn’t snow a lot today — at least not compared to a lot of other days — but it snowed and is still snowing. I keep hoping it’s the last one. That the winds will change and spring will begin to inch into the world.


Not everyone is tired of winter.

Today, after the new snow, Bishop didn't want to come in ... until he heard the sound of biscuits being offered ...

Today, after the new snow, Bishop didn’t want to come in … until he heard the sound of biscuits being offered …

Bishop, our big Australian Shepherd, of all our dogs, loves winter. His coat is so thick, so weather-proof, he will — by choice — sleep in a snow drift and let the little dogs use his body as a mattress. They have their own flap door, so this is their choice. They come and go as they please.


To each his or her own. I prefer my recliner and a hot cup of coffee. Or tea.



DAILY PROMPT: ME TIME — What’s your ideal Saturday morning? Are you doing those things this morning? Why not?

I woke up this morning. I did my physical checklist. Did anything hurt more than usual? Less? Breathing okay? Everything was working as well (or better) than usual, so I put a bit more effort into “me” than usual, weeding through eyebrows until I found an arch. Not as nice as the lady in town creates with her wax, but weather has made going anywhere a hassle. I haven’t gotten to town more than a couple of times all month.

I made it to the kitchen and did my Alpha Bitch thing. The dogs obediently (with just a bit of back talk) went outside to do whatever business they needed to conduct. By the time they got back, I was cleaning.

coffee kitchen view sepia art effect

It’s not that I don’t clean. It’s that I need inspiration and energy. I had a little of both and I cleaned the places around the sink that don’t get cleaned because they are behind or under something. I did the sink, scrubbed the water dishes, refilled them … all the while hearing heavy breathing and the click-clack of excited toenails on linoleum.

The dogs were swirling with energy. Admittedly, I was slow with biscuits. The longer I take, the more worked up they get. Finally, finished, I pivoted to face the fur people. “Huffa, huffa, huffa,” they said. You’d think no one ever feeds them.

“Liars,” I tell them. They huff some more. Bonnie does her happy dance, leaping up and down until finally, I distribute a Greenie and a crunchy to each. Do they think if they don’t do their routine, I won’t give them their treats?

three dogs on stairs sepia

I’ve been up a while. Coffee is emitting little hisses of steamy satisfaction. I straighten the sofa. Bishop has been sleeping on it. He knows he isn’t allowed, but his interpretation is “what she/he doesn’t know doesn’t count” and makes sure he is off before Garry or I gets to the end of the hallway. Sometimes his timing is off and he gets caught in “flagrante delicto” so to speak. He leaves huge tufts of hair behind, so it’s not hard to figure out. Not to mention (but I will mention it) he rearranges the coverlets, pulling them off and putting them in a pile more to his liking. Bishop has the soul of an interior decorator. A hairy decorator with limited taste.

Eventually, seated, with a cup of coffee in hand, I turn on the computer and my day begins.

Today is Saturday. We are retired, so everyday is much the same as it was yesterday and will be tomorrow. Soon, Garry will join me. We’ll share quiet time, sifting through our email, answering and writing comments. It’s my favorite part of the day. Quiet, friendly, low stress. Whatever hassles the rest of the day may bring, morning is our time to decompress.

It’s life. Unsegmented into “me time” or “he time.” Life does not have sections. I don’t own a piece of the day, nor does Garry. I supposed you might say the dogs own all of it because they own us — but that’s another story.


Share Your World – 2015 Week #7

Somehow, this prompt slipped by me. I don’t know how that happened, but I don’t think I got the usual email notification. When Draliman’s showed up, I realized I needed to get on the ball and respond! Can’t miss one of these!

Is the paper money in your possession right now organized sequentially according to denomination and with the bills right side up and facing the same way?

I don’t have any paper money in my wallet or anywhere else right now. It isn’t so rare that I just don’t have any folding money. I rarely need it, so I don’t think about it.

What is your favorite type of dog?  (can be anything from a specific breed, a stuffed animal or character in a movie)



I like small to medium-sized terriers, and that’s probably why I always seem to have a couple of them. A Scottie and a Norwich. Bonnie and Nan.

Bonnie, Nan & Garry

Other dogs too, but they are definitely our favorites. And they know it. They score very high on the quirky, funny, smart doggy scale!



If money was not an issue, would you go on a cruise?  If so where would you go?

I would love another cruise. We’ve been on two, to the eastern and western Caribbean. It has been about 10 years. I’d love to do the Alaskan cruise … or if money is really no object, a transatlantic cruise … in warm weather.

Would you dare to sleep in haunted house overnight?

I owned a haunted house. They haunted. We slept anyway. They weren’t hostile and neither were we.


We have four dogs, one of whom has a drinking problem. It’s not medical. We’ve checked it out with any number of veterinarians and there is nothing physically wrong with Bishop. He merely drinks a lot of water. Actually, he probably drinks a normal amount of water, but he drinks it all at once. When he begins drinking, he goes on for what seems forever.

Three amigos

Three amigos looking down on “owner”

Not surprisingly, when he has to pee, he releases an ocean. It’s absolutely tidal.

Now, the mystery.

Bishop Almost Christmas

With four dogs, we have two water bowls. A big blue-green plastic one that’s bigger than some dogs, and a somewhat smaller stainless steel bowl. They sit side by side on the floor in the kitchen. The stainless bowl used to be on the left, the plastic bowl on the right. For reasons of convenience (mine), I switched them a while ago, so now the big plastic bowl is on the left, and the stainless steel bowl on the right. No big deal, right?


Bishop used to drink entirely from the stainless steel bowl. We assumed he preferred the taste of water from the steel bowl, but when I switched the position of the bowls, Bishop began drinking exclusively from the plastic bowl. Apparently he will only drink from the left-hand bowl.

I was just in the kitchen and Bishop was standing over the empty plastic bowl, obviously sad because there was no water. Directly next to it, the stainless bowl was full. But he wouldn’t drink from it. He will only drink from the bowl on the left.

All the other dogs will drink from either bowl, apparently without preference.

Ideas anyone?


Race the Clock – Here’s the title of your post: “An Offer I Couldn’t Refuse.”

I woke up with a splitting headache. Got dressed anyway because we have a few errands to run today, and it’s a short day. Tonight is Anton’s concert in Worcester.

three dogs

Garry brother Anton is conducting the St. Olaf Choir at Mechanics Hall. It’s the first time in 20 years at this venue. We’re going with friends who are taking us out for a long deferred dinner — a ‘thank you’ for stuff Garry has done with him on video projects.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAGarry and I have been fighting “the thing that’s going around that isn’t the flu but acts like the flu and take two weeks to finally let go.” Mornings have required a bit more determination than merely rolling out of bed. To be fair, at our age, mornings are generally a bit challenging.

Garry was on his feet a few minutes before me, and turned on the coffee pot. I got dressed. By the time I came out to the kitchen, all the dogs were hopping up and down. “Hi Mom! How about a few biscuits?” One Greenie per pup. One crunchy per pup. “You don’t think that’s enough? Well, sorry kids. That’s it for now. Disgruntled dogs wander off.  If I gave them 20 biscuits each, it would still not be enough. It is never enough.

Garry, by now, is back in the kitchen. He has done his first-thing-in-the-morning ablutions. He looks very clean and smells delicious. Or maybe that’s the coffee. While I’m trying to decide if I want cookies with my coffee or I should toast an English muffin, Garry looks at me. I see love in his eyes.

“Hey, stranger. Do you come here often?” I grin, waiting for it.  And there it is! “Would you like a cup of coffee?” he asks.

My heart pounds in happy anticipation. That is the offer I will not, cannot refuse.

“Yes,” thank you, you handsome devil,” I reply. And my beloved made me a cup of coffee.

What a guy! They just don’t make’em like that anymore.

Nan in the morning

Bonnie morning