Tag: compound

Crate!

We feel safe in our comfy crate. We have clean towels, water bottles, and there are seven of us for snuggling while we sleep. As soon as our door opens, we’re learning to march outside and take care of business. When we’re a little older, we won’t have accidents in a crate because we like it to be clean. Our crate isn’t used for punishment or discipline because it’s a happy place for us. We need a firm voice to tell us what to do and lots of praise to help us learn.

Models are not cooperative

It’s no easier to wrangle dogs than to herd cats. I’ve been trying since Thursday to get some good pictures of a couple of visitors to The Compound with their smaller doppelgängers. For example, I’m betting if you’ve seen photos of Margot, you think this is another one:

Nope, that is Calvin. But trying to get Calvin and Margot in one place is nearly impossible.


Here’s Margot saying, “No photos, please!”

Oh, look!

Calvin on the right, with his mini-me Margot on the left. And who’s that in the background?

Guinness, maybe?

Nope, it’s McGrady.

I ALMOST shot a non-blurry photo of McGrady with his mini-me Guinness.

You know who can take a great profile shot? Pixie!

Penny wonders if this peace collar helps elongate her neck.

Calvin! Come back!

July Photo A Day: Workspace


This is one workspace. I have others. But this is where I spend most of my waking hours unless I’m sewing, painting, or being a hostess.

What can I tell you? It’s a small, well-lit corner room off the kitchen, and it’s usually cluttered with dogs so that I always need to take care about shifting my feet or moving my chair. The blurry things toward the front of the photo are windchimes from my SIL Janet and windchimes that my great-niece Morgan gave me when we were in Gatlinburg together. Both tinkle when the fan is on. The fan pull for the overhead fan is a metal bird from my sister; the light pull is a cherub and though I know it was a gift, right now I can’t remember from whom. (Sorry!)

The art that you can see on the walls (there is more art on other walls) is by Jennifer Mathis, Jess when he was a youngster, an artist who stopped being my friend when someone told him lies about me (people are strange), and lots of framed postcards of Rothko paintings. Over the window are framed sparkly cards from Marika and Lynne. Peeking out from behind the blinds is a boy-gargoyle painted by Timmy, and next to him, the light washes out various little gadgets that my parents put in my Christmas stockings a zillion years ago. There’s a framed snapshot of my original family–two parents, three kids–above my printer that is a favorite photo of mine.

At my feet: extra file folders and envelopes, and drawers with greeting cards, power cords and rechargers for my iPhone, Nook, and camera, and a wastebasket.

A closer look at my desk top:


Phone, iPhone, glasses, water, iced coffee in a Scout’s Honor holder that reminds me how awesome Tim and Hanley Inc. are, Yellow Submarine lunchbox from David and Geri, THE RAM, Moo cards, dental floss, a spirit shaker from James to dispel bad energy that sits on my electric pencil sharpener because I still love plain old pencils and also colored pencils for sketching, a brass lamp from my mother with an inadvertently left-out Magnetic Poetry magnet that says “dress,” though when working at home, staying in my PJs is always an option, the lemon coasters that I no longer regift to Lynne or Laura, two random Garfields that should show up one day in one of Katnip’s adventures–and my Twitter page is open on my monitor.

Riveting stuff, huh?

Prompt from FMS Photo A Day.