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It's a fine line between living for the moment and being a sociopath.

Patricia B McConnell: For The Love Of A Dog.

Pema Chodron: The Places That Scare You

Daniel Wallace: Mr Sebastian & the Negro Magician



All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are. --Pablo Neruda

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Sunday, December 14, 2014

You coming or what?


Are you blind? It's right over THERE!


I got a stick! I got a stick! I got a stick!


Monday, December 08, 2014

Taco at almost 7 months


Thursday, November 20, 2014

Nice day for chasing a ball








Sunday, November 09, 2014

Taco appears to be stumped


How to camouflage a taco


Sunday, October 05, 2014

Have expressed this exact thought so many times...



...but never this beautifully.

The photographer was set in his ways. A traditionalist, he did not have any faith in digital cameras, no matter how many millions of pixels they were capable of producing today. To him, half the pleasure of photography was working in a darkroom bringing pictures manually to life. He disliked the immediacy of digital cameras—the way you could see a shot seconds after taking it. At heart photography should have a certain degree of mystery in it, something ineffable and elusive, which was why he liked being in a darkroom developing pictures. It was a hands- on process you could not measure or ever replicate exactly. The photograph slowly emerging in its chemical bath was like a woman undressing in front of you—slowly slowly everything was revealed."

— Jonathan Carroll

Found here.  His blog and his tumblr are both intensely beautiful.

Sunday, September 21, 2014

Taco: Less and less puppy. More and more dog.












Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Taco at 11 and 12 weeks

Train ride!!!

Watching a hawk.

Chillin' like a boss.


Grandmommy and Grand-dog.



Morning nap.


Taco chillin' like a boss


Mom left today

...but we pre-celebrated her birthday six times, and introduced the grand-dog.



Late summer backyard plum harvest

The tree is in our neighbour's garden, but the branches bring the fruit to us over the fence.

Tonight is vanilla ice cream and as many of these as we can handle.



Sunday, August 10, 2014

Taco at 10 weeks: Napping and making friends.



First serious weekend nap together.

Making friends in the village.

My two favourite red-heads.



Sunday, July 27, 2014

I have not yet begun to pose





Saturday, July 19, 2014

Beauty can be very, very noisy.

Babies cry.  Puppies are babies.  Puppies cry.

It occurred to me the other day -- as I withstood a yowling that would qualify as acoustic torture under the Geneva convention -- that it somehow seems normal to be less tolerant of puppies whining than we are of babies crying.  We don't like it when babies cry, but we expect it. And we mostly give babies a pass.  After a few days with a puppy, however, enough is enough, right?  "When will this dog learn to shut up?"

So, we expect puppies to learn faster than babies.  We're expecting an animal with a fraction of human intelligence to learn faster than humans.  And we think we're pretty smart.

The ones learning fastest are Flame-Haired Angel and me.  A little bit of sleep lost, but so far we haven't had to call in the puppy super nanny.

We're all learning each other's rhythms and finding out what's fun and what's not.

And one of us is looking less like an under-stuffed sausage and more like a dog. But only just.

Taco at 8 weeks old and 1 week home.





Tuesday, July 15, 2014

I like blue-eyed red-heads

Taco's eyes will eventually change to be the same beautiful caramel colour as her coat.  But until then: wowzers!


Totally OK with being a ridiculous dog-parent

Being a childless couple in our mid-forties, we are an easy target.  Proclaim our besotted-ness with Taco to be the obsessive fulfillment of unsatisfied parental instinct, and most would presume you've got a prima facie case.  But I reckon it's barking up the wrong playpen.  I've been dog-obsessed my whole adult life, and baby-obsessed...well, never.  Having put off being a dog-parent until I felt my life stable enough to have the dog relationship I want, I've been hankering a long time.  So far as I know, it's not baby substitution.  It's simple wish fulfillment.

But I can't say it'd make any difference.  I am just as crazy about her either way.