Layla

We found a baby squirrel at a friend's pig roast which appeared to have been separated from its mother. It didn't roam far from its new homemade bed (fashioned out of a paintball box and cut-up t-shirt, complete with food dishes made out of soda bottle caps).

First thing it did was bite me to determine if I was edible.  After that it tried to crawl up my pant leg to get to know me better.  This marked the exact moment that the nearby onlookers decided their young children had seen enough and briskly shuffled away.

On the fence

Lost Shots of Nova Scotia: Stuff

More random shots from the Nova Scotia trip while I heal...

Puppy Vs. Cat

Continuing with my Shots That Don't Require Me Moving From My Bed Series...

PUPPY after seeing me laying on couch, visibly ill and moaning in pain.

Appropriate response: (1) Grab every single toy from bin, carry it over to Mike and poke him with it to make him play tug-of-war. (2) If unsuccessful, eat any food or drink of his that he has nearby to make him respond (3) If unsuccessful, whimper and bark at him.  (4) When he finally gets up, run in circles until he decides to give chase.  (5) If unsuccessful still, just destroy one of his possessions.  That'll teach him.

Mike's response: Don't they call you things, "Man's best friend?"


CAT after seeing me laying in bed, visibly ill and moaning in pain.

Appropriate response: (1) Lay next to him at all times, only sleep when he is sleeping.  (2) If he suddenly moans-out in pain, lick him to try to calm him down.  (3) Do not eat anything unless he is out of bed to make sure he is never alone.

Mike's response: Interrupt your sleep with flash photography. 

So, I'm driving down the street, and I turn around to see...

Oh, no you didn't!

Did this dude seriously just stick his tongue out at me?

No time for pictures today; here is a shot from last Fall

A First Sunrise

So, I bring the puppy to the beach for his first sunrise.  A true romantic, he immediately turns away from the rising sun, choosing instead to spend his time repeatedly drinking salt water, throwing it up, drinking more salt water, and throwing it up again, until the moment the sun is just about to break the horizon--at which time he decides he's had enough, picking up the nearest seashell and then prancing proudly towards the car.

A car which most certainly was not mine. 

Fortunately, we got to enjoy the sunrise alone, as his antics scared away all who approached; I guess an idyllic sunrise for most does not include the constant resonance of regurgitation and dry heaving.

 This was the closest he got to acknowledging the sunrise

"Will Work For Food"

He's becoming all kinds of desperate.

Enjoying the sunset or staring at seagulls?