Shadow Shot Sunday and Weekend Reflections

Hi there!  Yes, I'm still competing for the "bad blogger" award.  Life just keeps getting in the way.  Sorry.  Well, not really : )

Here is my Shadow Shot:

BTW, if you ever decide to put your little ficus houseplant outside to grow, this is what to expect.

And here is the Weekend Reflection shot.  This is the little "foyer" at the front door where the dogs get in their "suits" to go for our morning walk:

That mirror is from a maple set that was my first husband's when he was a child; the hat rack is one of those cheapie brass ones, painted - talk bout recycling. The green to the left of the mirror is a 60's-ish beaded curtain that hangs over the glass block window, and the shell wreath was made by a very dear neighbor.  There are four hooks screwed into the mirror (you can just see the tops) where the dogs' harnesses and leashes hang.  That little note you see taped at the lower right corner is actually usually right up on the mirror, but I moved it for the picture.  That, AND the one on the door, which you can see in the mirror, are to remind people to be sure the door is latched, not just pulled to, because we lost our dear Jack due to that sort of error : (  and it was beyond horrible.  Jack's loss was - in our Greyhound world - like the first dent in a new car.  Once we felt a bit better about that, it was just a teensy tad easier (yeah right) when we lost Josie and Fred.  Now that I'm writing this, I realize that isn't true - it didn't make the subsequent losses any easier, it just took away the dread of the first time loss.  But now we have Jeffie and Joy (not to mention the terriers) and it helps.  I may have mentioned here before (maybe even more than twice) that Joy has lots of the unique personality quirks that both Jack and Josie used to have.  It's such a blessing!  Victor calls her Josie so often that he now calls her Joysey.  Here she is in a big hole she dug - just like Josie used to.  Just look at that face!

Have a great weekend.  Try to take a minute to drop in on these memes - buttons to the right.  Peace.  B : )

ABC Wednesday - F is for Follies - Follies Pottay - so if you don't think you can find animal bodily functions amusing, don't read any further

Almost every morning, at around 4:00, I walk the dogs.  Almost every morning I about die laughing.  I find my dogs very funny, as you probably do too if you have pets.  Mine, however, seem to have some very laughable potty habits, you should pardon the expression.  I guess you'd have to know me to understand my sense of humor, but basically, I try to find good and humor in everything.  One of my favorite philosophies is that it's all good, even dog poo because it means (a) you have a dog and (b) you can afford to feed it.  So here goes:

The first, and biggest star of the show is Jeff

It appears that Jeffie is predominantly left handed.  Something I found out early on, but the other dogs never seem to learn.  So when all the dogs are lining up to christen or smell a pole or tree, they are expecting Jeff to do what most dogs do and lift his right leg.  However, Jeffie being left handed most of the time, the other dogs get squirted on, and shake their heads and try to run away screaming like little girls, but that's hard to do on leashes.  Maybe he does it on purpose; I don't know.  When Jeff poos, that becomes a major celebration for him.  He hops up and down and tries to run (if he's in the yard, he does run) and just generally shows how excited he is to be so relieved.

The medium sized Follies Pottay star is Ricky

Here in SW Florida, most roads are bordered in ditches, which we lovingly called swales, since they are part of the water management system.  In our neighborhood we do not have sidewalks - there is the road, a little tiny patch of grass, and then the swale starts to descend.  Some are very deep, some are quite shallow.  Most dogs, especially very hairy ones like the furry terrier would swing their butts around and poo downhill - nice and clean and easy.  Not Ricky.  Ricky has never done that.  He always poos uphill, head hanging over the abyss and tail end squished up the hill.  Not so easy and often not so clean.  I carry paper towels with me on our walks : )  I have to laugh every time though, he's so silly.

And then the newest member of the troupe, CiCi

Evidently Miss Ci was a circus performer before she came to us.  When her Foster Mother brought her to our home so we could all meet and she could see that we were OK people to adopt, Ci first went to a patch of grass by the mailbox, right out of the car.  Her Foster Mom said, "Oh my God, you have to see this.  You won't believe it!".  CiCi had to pee, so she picked up her hind legs, stood on her front legs, and peed while standing on her hands.  Honest.  She does it about half the time.  I can't get a picture of it because I never know when she's going to do it again and can't get the camera ready that fast.  As if that weren't funny enough, the poor thing is absolutely paranoid about passing gas...and I don't mean burping...she does that proudly, and loudly.  When it happens, if she's on a leash, she jumps up in the air, spins around, runs into the other two dogs, keeps looking at her butt and tries to get away.  You wouldn't believe it, and it's incredibly funny!  If it happens at home while she's lying around she'll suddenly launch from a reclining position into the air, spinning, jumping, running, and looking at her butt.  It's just totally amazing!  Whoever heard of anything like that?

So that's the Follies Pottay.  God gets to hear me laugh a whole lot because I always say my prayers while I'm walking the dogs, and they get interrupted quite often.  Good thing he understands : )  

To participate in ABC Wednesday yourself, please click on the button to the right.  Peace and good humor to you. B : )

Mellow Yellow Monday - May all your weeds be wildflowers

That time again - hurtling toward Thanksgiving, then Christmas, then the New Year.  When we were very young we used to wish away all of our time.  What were we thinking?  If only we could do like that George Carlin skit and come into life fully grown, relatively intelligent adults, and go out as little babies.  Wouldn't THAT make life different?  I suppose we would miss a lot though, like all that teenage angst and stuff : )

Push the button on the right and go over to the Mellow Yellow Monday site and spread some cheer and pick some up too.

The purple is porter weed, grows very tall and bushy, the yellow is wedelia, it's a spreading ground cover, and the third one is truly a weed, whose name I do not know.  These are all cohabiting nicely down in the far corner of the yards that we left as cover for the wildlife.  I saw it in action the other day - two squirrels being pursued by a giant greyhound and two furry terriers were able to hide in there and go up a pole and sit on the wire and say nah nah na na nah.  Have a wonderful week.  Be a blessing to someone.  Peace.  B : )

Color Carnival and Camera Critters - It's CCCC day at Just B : )

First let me tell you, if you'd like to see many amazing shots, and have some fun, please click on the buttons to the right for Color Carnival and Camera Critters.
First is Color Carnival - not too many colors, but colorful

And now for Camera Critters - it's Ricky at obedience school.  He did well, but come on, obedience for a furry terrier?  Seriously.

That's it.  Have a great weekend.  Big art festival on the island here in Venice this weekend - hope to get some shots.  Not flu shot either.  Peace.  B : )