My View

I've arrived in Las Vegas. The lights are twinkling, but the only thing I've taken a picture of is my view. Tenth floor, Mandalay Bay.

Tuesday promises to be wonderful.

The Sunday Morning Sunnies

I'm leaving for a conference in Las Vegas Monday.


Sunday morning was just a lazy day in the sun.

Damn I'm gonna miss this crew.

I'll do my best to update everyday from Vegas, if not, those crazy greys will be back next Saturday.

Up, Up and Away

Once again we made our way down to the balloon festival in Albany.


We got there just as they were getting the first balloon ready to go up.


As the National Anthem played, the first balloon rose to the skies.


And as soon as the National Anthem finished, other teams hustled to get their balloons ready.


Everyone on the team took their position and the balloons began to fill with air.


Once they expanded, it was time to heat the air up.


Pilots manned their position.


The grounds around us were beginning to look quite colorful.


Looking straight up.


And another balloon rises.


I think we counted 37 balloons filling the skies over Albany.

Pure Beauty

Some days, you just have it.

For Paul

Name that twin.

I'm Melting

Silly girl, why are you laying in that hot sun?

OMG, We got a designer dog!

They call this rare beauty a half-caf, double-foam, eight shot, tall, skinny dog.

Just Another Pretty Face

Yup, that's Mickey. Just another pretty face.

He enjoys a safe stroll in his own backyard.

He likes to graze in the backyard.

But mostly, he likes to stand there and just look pretty.

Moose Ball

Time for another hair splitting game of Moose Ball. Here is the All Star player, Moose.


And he's off like a shot.


Focusing with heavy concentration on the ball.


The patented "twisted moose move."


Leaping towards it with uncanny accuracy.


What's this? INCOMING!


A second ball is introduced into the game and he's flying toward it.


And finally the "one foot follow."

A note to our followers, team mate Flocko has been benched indefinitely. He dislocated his toe Sunday night. Nurse Ratchet was on hand to pop it back in.

Ouch.

Our Little Nelli Belli

Today day was one of those perfect days. With the exception of a quick field trip, it was a day with the doggies.

Their second run of the morning was leisurely and I kept my camera in hand.

Cinderella was particularly photogenic.


She spent some time grazing with the boys.


And after a while, she wandered off on her own.


Just watching the world float by.

On the prowl

Minnie is such a hoot all the time, but in her own back yard she is so much fun just to watch.

I'm pretty sure at this point she is on the prowl,


and looking for trouble.

Oh woe is Flo

Houston, we have a problem here.

To know Flo is to love Flo, and everything about Flo. This includes her belief that what's hers is hers, what's yours is hers and if she wants it, it's hers.


She always gets what she wants and was mildly surprised when Jori didn't just give in to her.


She laid down on Jori's bed. She is famous for this, on most days the comfy dog will get up and move. Usually they move grumbling just a bit under their breath.

This time Jori didn't move, she lifted her head and looked Flo right in the eye.


And then, she laid right back down barely moving a muscle.


Flo could not believe it. She rested beside Jori for a few moments and moved to a less crowded cushion.

On the other side

Something lives on the other side of that fence. We have no clue and the dogs aren't telling.

Whatever it is, it is driving the dogs crazy. Which in turn, it drives us crazy.

Fair warning to whatever you are. If you know what is good for you, you will stay on the other side.

Just sayin'

Friends

I wish I knew what they were thinking.


Sometimes, they just hang together.


So much the same and yet so different.


And clearly one is more regal and sassy than all the others.

The Scratch

Minnie – October 31, 2004


Minnie – August 15, 2010

Some things just never change.

Cranking up the heat

Today was the 60th Annual Crawfish Festival in Tualatin, OR. At the time it sounded like fun.


The kids at the skate park were quite entertaining.


And they didn't seem to be bothered by the heat as the temps started creeping away from our comfort zone, 72°, and moved closer to 100°.


Yes, we felt the heat.


We were beginning to melt at break neck speed.


Somehow, coming home and taking a happy nappy with the doggies in the air conditioning sounded like a much better idea.