I recently acquired a new scanner and embarked on digitizing the box of photos from the archaic days of film cameras.
By coincidence the baby Grendel photos were at the top of the stack, and what better entertainment for a Friday afternoon?
My pooch is the one on the left, with his eyes open (puppy blue!).
We got him from friends in January 2000, while we were living in New Mexico.
He used to be incredibly wubbly, as if he were held together only by rubber bands and floppy skin. This photo was taken after we’d ascertained that he hadn’t injured himself by rolling off the futon in his sleep. Nope, and apparently that is a comfortable pose if you are a wubbly little puppy.
He solidified as he grew, and can now do a rather nice “noble dog” imitation. Not for very long though!
And if you think those are cute puppy photos, just wait until I find Morgan’s baby pictures…
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Concentrated cuteness, indeed!
I’m not sure I’m strong enough for Morgan’s baby pics.
SO wubbly. So damn cute.
Adorable!
And I am happy to say I am all caught up. =)
However this could be bad news for you as this means I know exactly how long it has been since you started hinting at a new weaving tutorial… =P
It has been really interesting watching the seasons change over the past two days (and a half?) reading through your blog. The cycle from winter to spring and back again is so very apparent, it’s fascinating, really.
Good work, I shall certainly be keeping up around here =)
Sarah, I’m glad you’ve enjoyed the blog.
I have to disappoint you, though: I’m writing the weaving tutorial up for publication, rather than for blog distribution. I do have stringy things planned for the blog/website too, just a marked shortage of time lately.
Working on it… really I am!
S’all good! I still have to try out the first one, I’m new to weaving but have always been interested.
It can take some effort, but I can usually get access to US publications here in Canada, so I’ll look forward to that too.
I understand the shortage of time. I believe in you!
What a spectacular speciman his floppiness grew up to become!
Sigh. I miss not having a dog. Large, shepherd-types are my favorite.
Trust me, when Phiala sez
“and can now do a rather nice “noble dog†imitation. Not for very long though!”
She knows whereof she speaks. He is indeed all grown up: taller, less puppy-round, and capable of of the occasional, ephemeral imitation of a Noble Dog.
But he’s still really a Goofy Flop Puppy, he’s just less rubber-bandy about his flopping now.