Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Norwegian Holiday

We were so lucky to have our dear friends, Pat and Vanya, come for a visit. They were on holiday from Norway, so they were able to squeeze a long weekend in with us before heading out to California (or The Homeland, as I prefer to call it). They also brought along their charming nephew, Sebastian, whom we were delighted to meet for the first time.

Pat used to work with Brad back in the day at the Cal Poly Organic farm before I worked there (and before he had even met Vanya, for that matter!). I met Vanya at a dog park event and eventually trained her in dog behavior. So, as you can see, our history runs deep.

We had such a great few days showing them around Tampa that we completely forgot to take pictures until literally fifteen minutes prior to their leaving. And even then I forgot my nice camera, so my phone was all we had to prove they were ever here.

Sebastian fell in love with the new popsicle place in Ybor. 


Our crew.

Much of photo time was spent coaxing Will to sit still. But this is the only good photo of Sebastian that I was able to get.  


I'm not really sure what's going on here.

Will took a real shine to Pat.

Harper was inconsolable when they left.

Look! I got in one, too!

Well, two.


Thank you so much for coming all this way to visit, Pat, Vanya and Sebastian! Looking forward to popsicles in Norway with you!

Sunday, July 10, 2016

Ordinary Life Photo Challenge Day 5

I was challenged to post one photo a day for seven days showing the world through my eyes. I also have to nominate one person a day to do the same. 
This one is entitled "Guess Who We Decided To Keep!"

(Spoiler: this guy.)

Yes, it's true, our former foster pup is officially a foster fail. From the minute he walked in here he just seemed to be part of the family. It was like he just knew how things went and that was that. Willa loves him, Mayflower ADORES him, the cats seem amused to toy with him, and the kids can't live without him. So, you see, the decision was really made despite Brad and myself.  

The only hard part was choosing a name. As you may remember, the Bookers were in a four way tie. I loved the name Argus, while Brad had a visceral reaction and winced every time I said it. Brad opted for Johnny, which offended every creative bone in my body. Harper liked Puppy or Junior, so she went for the hybrid and hyphenated the two. Will, my adorable little wordsmith, was sweet on Cute.

So, after much deliberation, we finally agreed on... KILGORE!  

Yes, Kilgore. Kilgore as in Kurt Vonnegut's pseudonym, Kilgore Trout (thus keeping our literary-themed naming streak in tact). Also Kilgore as in "Kill" and "Gore" mashed together to make one super-violent name (which, I think, was the main selling point for both Brad and Harper). 

So here they are, our THREE (ohmygoshhowdidthathappen?!?!?!) dogs, cozy as can be. How lucky we are he has found us.