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March 11, 2006

Yep, it's been a while.

But that's life -- sometimes, there just ain't much to tell. This is three months' worth of photos -- there's only so much you can do in the circumstances, eventually they all start to look like the same picture.


Tink & Gord. Mortal enemies except when one considers their mutual desire to dominate Blankie, sweet Blankie. They will, on occasion, compromise, in other words.


Another day, another Blankie they both felt compelled to dominate, of course.


Is it just me, or does Doodle look positively demented in this? Well, okay -- I have the advantage of knowing that she really is kind of demented, but you know.


A shot of Squeek looking marginally less shirty than usual. It was because even though the shot is blurry, she's not squinting because she knows that black box we hold up to our faces means "ow! Eye hurting!" If it doesn't, she only looks like she'd like to kill us and eat us, not like she expects to in the foreseeable future.


It is nothing if not freakish how formal this critter can manage to look, sometimes. He could probably be doing dog food ads, if we really wanted to sell him. I don't think he behaves well enough to motivate me to go to that much trouble, but he is pretty and good-tempered. Eh. Who needs a Macaulay Culkin dog, anyway?


What Tink thinks of ... well, pretty much anything that isn't dinner.


No, he didn't do that to himself. He did, however, remain buried in that pile of blankets for at least ten minutes after the picture was taken, and then look at both of us as if we'd done something horrible to his entire litter.


Tony took this picture. I love it -- at the coldest point of the year, especially at night (when the thermostat drops to 58 degrees), Gord secreted himself under Tony's dresser, with his ass firmly planted on the heating register. When not camping on blankie, he also likes to sit directly below one in the dining room that's about a foot and a half off the floor, so it blows the fur on his 'shoulders' visibly. My mother had a Yorkie who was like that -- he'd stand so close to the register, you could see his fur blow back. Gord is a heat sink. What he plans to do with all of it he's saving, I have no idea.

Hasta ...

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