|Walkies and Talkies
||[Dec. 30th, 2007|10:57 am]
Well, firstly--since I have no coherent report of the meeting last night: like honored Miss Sushuri, I comfortably trust that there is a complete and proper report of it somewhere--I would like to post a photo of the snowy egret I saw at the park this morning. It's not as if they are really rare any more, but it is rare to see them up at the little lake where I take the dog for walkies.|
Now, my dog is a smallish terrier of mixed extraction (oh, there's Cairn and Schnauser in there somewhere, we are almost sure) but for some reason, people don't recognize it as a dog at all upon first meeting.
Some of the guesses as to its species:
1. Mountain lion (Please. Mountain lion? The dog weighs 18 pounds.)
3. "Some sort of cat"
5. Amoeba (my wife)
6. Trumpeter swan (me)
Anyway, I take the dog out twice a day for walkies, or runsies as the case may be. Here is a picture of the startling view I had today during our exercise:
And, although there is no official report of the minutes of the first meeting of the White Rose Family, here is another photo of us (sitting very prettily, I thought):
Not a single slumper among us.
And here is a photo of radiantly beautiful Fräulein Landgrebe, newly elevated to Elder Sister status to our delight and joy:
Isn't her frock a marvelous example of Vintesse Art Neo, with its shining rays?