Jun 5, 2008

las tres hermanas

The three sisters. Alice, Lucy and Ginger. Our secret dogs. They are nervous around company so no one but us gets to know them. They are fun and strange, loyal and fierce. There were 4 but now there are 3. I'll skip the dark spots of the story and focus on the living. Someday, maybe, a post for the dead.
They are redheads and came to us long before we were ready. I wouldn't trade them for the world.
Alice, Lucy and Ginger...the three sisters.



Alice loves silly voices and puppies. She and Lucy share a brain although Lucy got most of it.
wee Alice was no bigger than Henry:

big aunt Alice:

goofy girl:

Lucy likes hammocks and getting her way.
wee Lucy was angelic:

big Lucy will cut a bitch:

resting up for her next caper:

Ginger likes making strange noises and funny faces. She, like the Yucatan, is bizarre and wonderful.
Ginger greets the dawn with song:



the sisters at dusk:

l-r: Lucy, Ginger, Alice

Jun 3, 2008

the Others

A brief pictorial history of the dogs we used to call "the others", George, Gracie and Rochester. They and their offspring comprise half of our little family.
They lived nearby at an army base and barked at us when we walked by. Gradually we got to know each other. Gracie got pregnant and had her litter Oct 7th. A little less than a month later, the soldiers were ordered to remove the dogs from the base. They were nice enough to let us know so we showed up with laundry baskets and relocated the puppies. Gracie followed along. George followed Gracie. Rochester spent a few weeks lurking outside of the property and barking at all hours. We just couldn't win him over. He started going along on morning runs, shadowing our dogs, always just out of reach. One day he followed them back into the yard. He's been here ever since.

George and Gracie.

Rochester, or Chester as he has come to be called, was a very nervous fellow.

George and pregnant Gracie, waiting for breakfast.

Gracie and her pups. A friend in need.

Puppy wheel. All eight of the little buggers.

Happy family. Godzilla looks up to her pop.

George and Godzilla. Two of a kind.

Chester is enjoying the good life. Doesn't he look pleased?

George and Gracie, happy (and infertile) together.

succor or sucker?

I'll skip the back story and show you where we are.
That's how a dog would do it.
You have to smell my feet if you wanted to know where I've been.
We are gravely outnumbered.
We are herbivores, they are carnivores.
We're doomed, we're all doomed.
At least the dogs will get to me,
before the worms ever do.
Currently, they number 22. I think.
Twenty-two, that's a lot of poo.
I love them all. I have a lot of favorites.
That's what keeps me from killing us all.

Boy, am I dark today.

On to the cute dog pictures...


The new repository for some of the many pictures I take of our furry companions. Often, but not always, on the beach.
Inspired by the Dink.