Bixa, Angel looks like she is smiling in that one doesn't she? It's hard to believe, but if she sees a stranger or a wild animal she can look like the most fiercesome dog ever, especially with her loud bark/growl and hackles up. And yet, she lets little kids and kittens run all over her! I always feel safe with her around.
Kerouac, that was Fluffballs first day outside, she's very camera shy.
Greg and Fluffball are both kittens, they usually cuddle up together and then fall asleep. So cute to watch.
My French grandmother is holding my cat Grisou in Mississippi in 1964. He got in catfights and had to be put to sleep when he got some sort of incurable cat anemia. You could see he was sick because his pink nose had turned white.
I love the photos of all of our pets! Fluffball does look like she is 'hiding'. Dash looks very at home on the bench, watching you garden and selecting her chosen spots. Yet another wonderful photo of your past, Kerouac and, a very content cat.
Bixa, I can imagine Betsy preening if she saw your photo. ;D She was indeed a dog who loved luxury. Her bedroom was my dining room and she slept on a sheepskin rug on top of her 'own' Persian rug! Although shy, she loved parties and the adoration she received. However, despite her indolence she was the fastest runner of all the dogs in the park and beautiful to watch. Joyous. I miss her very much. The house felt empty for a long time.
But, my nephew Dodger has been here now for four years and he is part of my life. He was a 'rescued' dog and has the most beautiful cognac coloured eyes. We have all been well trained by him. The carnelian ring belongs to his mom, who one day thought it was much more 'jazz' and gave it to me! (have I ever mentioned how much I am in love with my tenants? I have been trying to devise a foolproof unbreakable 20 year lease )
When you're chewing on life's gristle[br]Don't grumble, give a whistle[br]And this'll help things turn out for the best...[br]And...always look on the bright side of life...[br]Always look on the light side of life.[br]Monty Python's Life of Brian[br]
Apparently there's a favored drop off place right next to the highway where low life people leave unwanted litters of dogs and cats. I know a few people who have rescued dogs from there. Our guy was one of at least four that some friends of friends saw because the car in front of them hit one and they stopped. Unfortunately ,the one who got hit didn't make it and in looking around found three others,ours hiding in the drain pipe. They brought them back to NOLA and all three were adopted that day including our Papi. Someone else in our neighborhood adopted his brother and they get together every now and then for a romp.