Shaken & Stirred

Word Count

  Word Count 
  Originally uploaded by gwenda

Before you judge, I wrote 1900 words--and they weren't half-bad.

Blurriness should be attributed to the photographermy cameraphone. A couple more snaps at the old Flickr, including one of Puck licking the keyboard.

The Neo is my favorite thing since EVER. Proper post soon, but it works sweetly with Scrivener. A winning combination.

Also, please admire the edge of our new table!

Oh, and I have a question, for you smartypants types: Is there a special name for the center of a labyrinth?

Kermit Loves Puck

  Kermit Loves Puck 
  Originally uploaded by gwenda

When childhood toys attack...

Eternal Mysteries

Jeff Ford is the best, clearly, but he's topped himself with today's interactive post, which presents a mystery: Which cat is pissing on the X-Box -- Kaiba, BeBe Del Grito, or Fat Head -- and why? The person who most convincingly answers this question can win a free galley of his next novel, The Shadow Year.

Even if you're not in it to win it, this is the best post since ever.

Ancient Grudge Match

I have no idea why the title background is gray at the beginning, but at least I figured out how to upload so the quality isn't total blur city.

(Also, since Christopher updated his blog again after a Million Years, I redesigned his page too. Go see and tell him to keep it up.)

I Can Haz New Digitial Camera

Animules

I would take pics but there are no batteries and I am lazy. Emma's very "glad you're home" mellow needy, but Puck (aka Baby Moon, or as my nephews christened him "Agent Fox") is all "where are you going? please don't go away again!" and it's hilarious and cute. Hemingway is a mix of the two, in full-on grabbing and punching as I walk by mode.

It is good to be home.

Dear Other People

at the Dog Park: Control your dogs! Do not let them gang up on a less-than-20-pound tiny dog so that he practically climbs up onto Christopher's shoulder after the two of us attempt to intercede on his behalf with your gigantor dogs.

We went to the other side of the dog park. All was well. We glared. (Seriously, these people were USELESS.)

Anyway, we finally signed Puck's official papers this afternoon. He's ours. As you can tell by the Professor H.P. Lovecraft Miskatonic University nametag he's trying to shake off his head in photo one. (Long story, but Emma tried so hard, all her photos are blurry.)

Scary Stuff

We just tossed out a practically new container of Pounce kitty treats that have been added to the pet food recall, so keep watching the lists. The SF Chronicle's Christie Keith has a must-read piece for pet owners on "the story behind the pet food recall" today.

Sunbeam + Drowsy Dog + Manuscript

Three's Company

My Spidey Sense

As you all know, my super power is choosing pets from the Internet.* Meet Emma's new little (little!) brother Puck (his name was Puff, but we hate that, and it's enough of a sound-alike to not confuse him**).

For those who don't like videos that feature an interlude of the cameraman's jacket, here's a photo:

C has more pictures and another video*** (also featuring Hemingway the Book-Hiding-Behind Cat).

*Not that I do it often; bizarrely, last Monday, I felt the tug to look, then kept looking again at this picture of this weird little dog, then kept discussing with C whether he thought Emma would like having another dog around. So ... it was meant to be.

**His name was going to be Falcor, because it was the only thing we could agree on--but he actually knew Puff, so we caved. Sorta.

**Yes, yes, we'll get a real video camera at some point.

Sweet Dog Vacation

We're out at my parents' place, where the bones are oversized for their ginormous Golden Retriever. Emma makes due:

Emma in the Snow

Taken with our old digital camera...

Working

Or attempting to... I know they're glad I'm home, but I need room to type.

Pre-Friday Pictorial

Sometimes a cat needs a bicycle.

Scott and Justine's luggage makes Emma CRAZY with the yawn.

My husband's freakish freak lunch of my leftover Annie's mac and cheese with the freakish addition of mustard, pita chips, and James Baldwin. That ain't right.

I lay down now and watch bad television.

Blurry

The Melissas brought over their dog Bodhi Sunday and to say that Emma and he hit it off is a bit of an understatement. This frame is blurred due to motion, on the part of the dogs and the shooter:

Anyway, I love Emma's facial expression.

Animal Planet (A Different Topic)

Having a dog that leaps up to catch and, yes, sometimes eats bugs? Not so much gross as funny.

Here's little Miss Emma, who's nursing another little infection--we think the last round of anti-b's just never did their total job:

(Yeah, it was too dark and I doctored it, but isn't she such a ham?)

And here's Hemingway eating the lucky bamboo on C's desk:

Project sent (& now the ritual crossing of the fingers, glass of wine, and sleep, sleep, sleep).

p.s. Lest you assume otherwise, the E.T. pencil holder is mine, all mine.

What Sound Pup Harkens To

Recently groomed even, Emma avoids the heat. Yes, she thinks she's a person. (This is a test of my ability to get photos from camera to MacBook to Typepad.)

Dogs and Cats Living Together

What They Do All Day

Never Traveling Again

So, by all appearances, Emma the Dog now has a urinary tract infection and will be headed to the vet for confirmation of such tomorrow. Guilt officially justified.

Friday Pictorial

Friday Pictorial