Wednesday, June 03, 2009

of pixies, pups and pics

This little sweetie calls me uncle. I told her dad she could some day be an attourney; she's that quick. The pictures she takes are so pretty, soft and dainty, but (lol) I know more sides to this complicated little lady. She's sooo much fun!


A neighbor had pups and somebody asked me to go see them. I declined. No sir; that's how I end up with more pets... "Awww, see how that one likes you?" My brain shuts off, and I cave to a bad impulse decision.


Both of these pics were taken by my lovely wife. She uses a compact point-&-shoot and is naturally good at a lot of things that I have to work hard for. Often, she'll casually spot something and tell me that it would make a nice picture. I am the one who is into gadgets and gizmos, so I'll stop and take the shot, and when we look at it later, I am always impressed with the results.


Anonymous said...

cool post. :-)

lime said...

sweet pictures. you are wise to recognize your weakness ;)

mommanator said...

puppies are son cute but they grow up to be dogs! and another mouth to feed!

Ted M. Gossard said...

Cute post.

Good words from you over on Susan's blog today, Craver.

Ted M. Gossard said...

Is your bp better?

Jules~ said...

So cute! How can you resist those eyes? Hers and the puppies that is.

Shammickite said...

uhoh! Puppies. Stay well way. Otherwise one of them might follow you home.

Shiloh Guy said...


First, thanks for stopping by Shiloh Guy last week. I appreciate your thoughts.

When we arrived at our new home out here in California we were immediately adopted by a stray black cat who had apparently been living under our house. It took a matter of moments for my daughters to say, "Awwwww, cute!" and get a bowl of milk for the cat. That, of course, did it and the cat stayed. Lo and behold, as nature took its course, we noticed she began to look heavier and not just from the dairy products that were added to her rodent diet! Our 20-year-old son, Ben, lives in the apartment attached to our garage and he is notoriously poor at closing the door to the apartment when he leaves for work early in the morning. We tried to warn him many times, "Ben, if you don't close that door that cat will go in there and have her kittens under your bed!" Now I'm not a prophet nor the son of a prophet but you know what happened! Ben began to whine about having five kittens in his house and he wanted to dispose of them. Of course we forbade such wicked behavior and I had a great teaching moment for him on "How Not to Alienate Your Mom and Three Sisters." (I simply told him he'd be cooking for himself for a very long time!) I am happy to say that one of our church farm families now has a full brood of milk-fed farm cats. I only hope they haven't lost their instinct to hunt!