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Wordless Wednesday: Vintage Dog

And just who is that adorable toddler? Why, that’s the Food Lady herself with my first dog.  It kinda looks like I’m teaching Sissy to speak. More likely I was hoping not to get my tender little digits nipped by the little terrier. It’s all how you interpret it, I guess.

When was this taken, you ask? Well, let’s just say somewhere after the Beatles hit U.S. soil but before space travel became more than a dream.

After I showed this photo to a dear friend, she noted that my personal sense of style was my hallmark even then. It’s not everyone she says, that can rock the socks with sandals look.

Wordless Wednesday: Bodine breaks his fast

Bodine, the benevolent ruler over the realm of Black Sword, breaks his fast with his minions.

We’ve discovered over these past few weeks with our new feline family member, that the term confident cat is synonymous with one obnoxious son-of-a-queen.   He fears neither man nor dog.  Yep, pretty much what we were looking for in a cat, I think.

Wordless Wednesday: Dessert first

What’s that on your nose, Mikey?  Ah, cat litter. Gotcha a snickers before breakfast, did ya?

I’m gonna pass on the full face lick this morning, Micron.  Now go drink some water or lick Jager or something.

Wordless Wednesday: A big dog in a little spotted package

Well that’s just great.  The spotted dog’s treed the kid again.

Stand down, Jager honey.

Wordless Wednesday: Dogs are full price

Blogger’s note: Today’s Wordless Wednesday does indeed have more words than usual.  This is a copy of a post from my photography blog from earlier this year. Originally published in February 2011, this is Micron when he was still a CCI pup in training.

The grammar witch in me is wondering why Kids is plural and Baby is not. Sure, Kids isn’t a possessive, so no need for an apostrophe, so we’re good there. And why-o-why, no dogs for sale when there’s one on display. 

Filling a need to get out of the house on a gray winter’s day, we put the cape on Micron and head to the mall. We stop at Old Navy for a photo op with the supermodelquins. I didn’t make that word up, by the way. These ersatz people with the toothy grins actually have names, including the dog, Barker.  To the left of Barker is Rita and Christopher, with Kimmy gazing into space behind them like she sees a double rainbow or something. It’s true; I looked this stuff up on the Internet.

After the photo shoot (grand total of three photos), I turn around to see a crowd behind me. There are people with their kids lining up to pet Micron. Wow. He granted an audience with his usual graciousness, while I’m encouraging to keep a Sit and stop asking for belly rubs.