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Thursday, December 31, 2009
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Witty's Lagoon
Here is Beau on Boxing Day out at Witty's Lagoon. It was a gorgeous day and he had a riot being off leash at the beach. Not a fan of the water yet though.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Coffee to go
Monday, December 28, 2009
Sunday, December 27, 2009
What you talkin about?
"I've seen a look in dogs’ eyes, a quickly vanishing look of amazed contempt, and I am convinced that basically dogs think humans are nuts."
-John Steinbeck
-John Steinbeck
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Christmas morning
Santa was good!!
Here I am opening a gift from my doggie friend Miri, whatever it is, it smells good!
I love Christmas!
Here I am opening a gift from my doggie friend Miri, whatever it is, it smells good!
I love Christmas!
Thursday, December 24, 2009
'Twas the Night Before Christmas
Merry Christmas everyone!!!
It was about time for Christmas, and all through the house
A creature was stirring, but it wasn't a mouse
I knew right away it was my wife's little pup,
He thought we were sleeping, and so he was up
The dog was a gift it was coercion, really,
A woman can pout, 'til a man gets downright silly.
And now the wife was snoozing she was really sacked out
She wouldn't have awoke from less than a shout.
Yes, her in her nightgown, I in my BVDs,
We had finally settled down to catch some Zs
When off in the kitchen there arose such a clatter,
I rolled from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away down the hall, my head in a muddle,
I reached the kitchen...and stepped in a puddle.
The glow from a nightlight illuminated the room,
So how come I stumbled over the broom?
I fell in a sprawl, my legs were not stable.
On the way down, my nose hit the table.
My head was a spinnin' and when I came to rest
Four miniature dog feet stood on my chest.
With a lick and a bark, he bounded away,
Into the living room, he ran to play.
More rapid than mouses, that yellow Lab ran,
Me on the follow, rolled newspaper in hand.
"Stop, Beau! Stop, Dog! Stop, Pup!
Halt, Pooch! Halt, Boy! Oh, come'ere, you mutt!
"Get off the new couch! Now let go of that curtain!
Ohhh...If I ever catch you, you're gonna' be hurtin'"
As winds of a Texas tornado do fly,
He spun round the room, down low and up high.
Then up on the countertop, that puppy went
He stopped for a second. I thought he was spent.
I make a quick lunge, he ducked me and then
Yawned when I dove through the flour bin.
As I drew out my head and was turning around,
He made for the presents, in a single bound.
I was covered with flour, from my head to my toes,
My robe in tatters, and blood on my nose.
A bag full of toys, he grabbed with glee
I nabbed him, I thought, but instead got the tree.
The ornaments, they broke, as they began to fall
The lights, how they fizzled, and that is not all.
When I reached for the plug, to turn the bulbs out,
What flowed through my body, but electricity, so stout!
As smoke encircled my head like a wreath,
That dog held my big toe, tight in his teeth.
"Beau," I moaned, "I give up. Oh, Beau, I give in."
So he bit my swollen nose, and nipped at my chin.
He spoke not a word, but went back to work,
Down came the stockings it took just a jerk.
Then up from the hall, came the sound of feet,
Momma, it seemed was awake from her sleep.
"Now you'll get it pup," I announced with glee.
Then Beau walked over and put his little head on my knee.
He looked up at my wife - so innocent - and at me, so, so sad.
And it didn't take long, to know I'd been had.
Then came the wife's voice, so strong and so clear,
"Michael, you leave that puppy alone! You hear!"
And I exclaimed to myself, as they walked out with a strut,
"Don't leave any gifts, Santa just PICK UP THE MUTT!"
'The night before Christmas' was written by Bill McClellan
It was about time for Christmas, and all through the house
A creature was stirring, but it wasn't a mouse
I knew right away it was my wife's little pup,
He thought we were sleeping, and so he was up
The dog was a gift it was coercion, really,
A woman can pout, 'til a man gets downright silly.
And now the wife was snoozing she was really sacked out
She wouldn't have awoke from less than a shout.
Yes, her in her nightgown, I in my BVDs,
We had finally settled down to catch some Zs
When off in the kitchen there arose such a clatter,
I rolled from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away down the hall, my head in a muddle,
I reached the kitchen...and stepped in a puddle.
The glow from a nightlight illuminated the room,
So how come I stumbled over the broom?
I fell in a sprawl, my legs were not stable.
On the way down, my nose hit the table.
My head was a spinnin' and when I came to rest
Four miniature dog feet stood on my chest.
With a lick and a bark, he bounded away,
Into the living room, he ran to play.
More rapid than mouses, that yellow Lab ran,
Me on the follow, rolled newspaper in hand.
"Stop, Beau! Stop, Dog! Stop, Pup!
Halt, Pooch! Halt, Boy! Oh, come'ere, you mutt!
"Get off the new couch! Now let go of that curtain!
Ohhh...If I ever catch you, you're gonna' be hurtin'"
As winds of a Texas tornado do fly,
He spun round the room, down low and up high.
Then up on the countertop, that puppy went
He stopped for a second. I thought he was spent.
I make a quick lunge, he ducked me and then
Yawned when I dove through the flour bin.
As I drew out my head and was turning around,
He made for the presents, in a single bound.
I was covered with flour, from my head to my toes,
My robe in tatters, and blood on my nose.
A bag full of toys, he grabbed with glee
I nabbed him, I thought, but instead got the tree.
The ornaments, they broke, as they began to fall
The lights, how they fizzled, and that is not all.
When I reached for the plug, to turn the bulbs out,
What flowed through my body, but electricity, so stout!
As smoke encircled my head like a wreath,
That dog held my big toe, tight in his teeth.
"Beau," I moaned, "I give up. Oh, Beau, I give in."
So he bit my swollen nose, and nipped at my chin.
He spoke not a word, but went back to work,
Down came the stockings it took just a jerk.
Then up from the hall, came the sound of feet,
Momma, it seemed was awake from her sleep.
"Now you'll get it pup," I announced with glee.
Then Beau walked over and put his little head on my knee.
He looked up at my wife - so innocent - and at me, so, so sad.
And it didn't take long, to know I'd been had.
Then came the wife's voice, so strong and so clear,
"Michael, you leave that puppy alone! You hear!"
And I exclaimed to myself, as they walked out with a strut,
"Don't leave any gifts, Santa just PICK UP THE MUTT!"
'The night before Christmas' was written by Bill McClellan
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
Keeping my eye on the prize
Here is a shot that went way wrong but a little crop helped it out and sometimes mistakes just work...I love this shot!
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Working with the camera
Here is Gillian trying to photograph Beau as Emily holds him. Beau grabbed the camera handle and is pulling it. Puppies can make a game out of anything!!!!
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