Cute animal photos

Geoff submitted some more photos to Boston.com and they were accepted to the multiple pet homes section.  We obviously qualify under that section, so they took two of our pictures to add to the album.  They are in the links below.

Dog Pile!

Kitties in a window!

Enjoy!  Watch for a job update coming soon from Geoff.

~Kelly

More fun with random pictures!

That’s right, folks, more photos from my phone’s brain for you.  Enjoy!

Seen at Costco.
Worst name and byline for a wine *ever*.

These next two are from that Bridal thing Geoff and I went to at Bloomingdale’s.  Um, needless to say we didn’t register for them.  The first one elicited a comment from Geoff along the lines of, “I guess that is what Elrond would serve his salads out of?”

So when, exactly, does one stop eating?
It's a leaf. It's a salad bowl. It's a leaf. It's a salad bowl.
Chicken!
A chicken shaped... cheese board?

Gratuitous adorable pictures of Thumbelina napping.  On Scratch’s head.  Heh.

Kitteh pillow the first.
I haz a fuzzy striped pillow.
mmm, fuzzy WARM striped pillow.
I'm so comfortable I'm sticking out my tongue.

And finally, pictures from a trip outside yesterday with the “puppehs.”

Wait!  What was that?
Behold my puffed tail! For I am Defender of the Manor! MROW!
The Three Musketeers.
You shall not pass! Ooh! Shiny...

And that’s it, folks.  Hope you enjoyed the photos.

~Kelly

Moar snow pictures!!!

So, as some of you may have heard, and others experienced firsthand, we have a lot of snow this winter.  Like, a ludicrous amount.

Naturally, this requires that we take pictures.

As you may have noticed in our last round of snow photos, our dogs are rather big wimps when it comes to snow.  Or rain.  Or mist.  Pretty much anything that falls from the sky makes them upset.  Our youngest, and perhaps craziest animal, Scratch, however, has no such compunction.  Scratch, originally a barn cat/foundling from Alabama, will literally wade through chest deep snow, burrow into snow banks, and wallow around in it until he gets cold.  The fact that he’s wet doesn’t even seem to register.

And so I present to you, Scratch in the snow, both in front and in back of our home.  There is chest deep-ish snow in in the back yard where we haven’t shoveled all winter and where I had to shove the door to even get it open wide enough to get out the door with him.  You may notice the distinct lack of doggie footprints.  Remember I said they were wimps?  Yeah, that.  Anyway, here’s Scratch in the backyard.

Snow! Yay!!!
Snow! Yay!!!
Chest deep snow!
Hmmm, the recycling bin is under here somewhere. I think.
Found the recycle bin, time to leap.
Found the recycle bin, time to leap.
Time to go back inside.
Time to go back inside.

And here are the photos from the front of the house.

Giant front snow pile.
Yes, that's right folks. The snow in the front is up to the front window.
The front yard.
There's shrubbery under there... somewhere...
Kitteh!  In the snow!
Scratch inspects the front walk.
Shivering wimpy dog.
Rerun looking for the ideal snow-free place to pee.

We’ll be posting some photos to Boston.com.  If they get added to the storm album we’ll link it up here.

~Kelly

What is it with my dogs and baked goods?

Geoff here – many people not in my immediate family may not be familiar with the infamous Thanksgiving holiday story about the family dog, Frank, eating an entire pumpkin pie.  My dad had baked several pumpkin pies for the family to enjoy, and apparently one of them was just a little bit to close to the edge of the dining room table.  So Frank, being the clever little food-obsessed beagle that he was, managed to sneak into the dining room (where he was usually not allowed to be) and get the pie off the table with no one noticing.  The next time my dad went into the dining room, he found a completely empty aluminum pie dish, looking as if it had never been used, just sitting on the floor.  There was no pie debris anywhere.  Not a crumb.   And one less pie on the table.  And one very bloated looking beagle under the dining room table.  Frank had made an entire pumpkin pie disappear.

Well, Rerun has picked up the torch and is running with it.  Our upstairs neighbors had given us a gift of a loaf of pumpkin bread to thank us for watching their cat while they were out of town.  The family recipe that Lindsey uses includes chocolate chips, something I would not think of as being appropriate for pumpkin bread but turns out to be absolutely delicious.  So Kelly and were very much looking forward to enjoying the pumpkin bread.  We set it down on a table in the dining room and headed out for the evening to do various things.  When we returned, there were little pieces of aluminum foil on the floor all over the living room, and an almost entirely empty aluminum bread pan that was just sitting there.  Rerun, looking suspiciously bloated, was nearby.  Needless to say we were not pleased.

Snow!

Well, we had a white Christmas more or less.  There was a little snow on the ground from Monday’s poorly forecast Rush Hour storm that snarled traffic and left Geoff in a traffic jam that meant it took him about an hour to get the 4 miles home from his interview.

Yesterday, however, was an entirely different story.  This time they got the forecast pretty much dead on.  They even got it right that the snowfall amounts would vary *wildly* not only from city to town but from block to block.  What started out as light fluffy snow ended up as heavy wet stuff.  Trees have come down and at one point about 60,000 people state wide were without power (that’s nothing compared to the ice storm from a few years back.)

Anyway, once we dug out from under our own Winter Wonderland, we took the dogs, dressed them (much to Rerun’s distress) and put them in the AWESOME red wagon my mom got us for my birthday last year.  It was intended as a Brimfield accessory, but it has all terrain wheels, so we figured we might as well try it out in the snow.

Behold, photos!  Of annoyed Chilly Dogs!  And snowed in trucks!

View from the front door, BEFORE shoveling.
Do you see stairs? I don't.
A view looking down our street.
The quietest you will ever see our street.
The truck, still snow covered.
No, we haven't actually dug it out yet.
See the hidden kitty?
This is what happens when you don't have storm windows.
Our Little Red All Terrain Wagon
Geoff and the Little Red Wagon of Awesomeness
Impatient Chilly Dogs.
Waiting for Daddy while he's in the store.
Spoiled, who's spoiled?
We may be freezing, but we're riding in style.

And, a picture from the dog park that we took on our way home.

A snowperson presides over the park.
Braver dogs than ours play in the background.

We’re back inside now nice and safe and warm.  The dogs are not traumatized from their wagon ride, and dinner is cooking in the oven.  We hope that wherever you are that you’re nice and safe and warm.

~Kelly

Mystic, CT- Day 3, Mystic Seaport The Amistad

After we finished seeing the various sites and the dog demonstrations, we took some time to look over the Amistad.  It had been closed when we were there on Friday so it was nice to have the chance to go on board today.  The crew were wonderful and welcomed the dogs on board with us.  The following are all Amistad photos.

On the main deck under a sail shade.
On the main deck under a sail shade.
Looking aft over the water.
Looking aft over the water.
Ahoy, puppies on deck!
Ahoy, puppies on deck!
A look below deck.
A look below deck.
There were small children playing with these, it made me nervous...
There were small children playing with these, it made me nervous...
Cap'n Geoff.
Cap'n Geoff.
Geoff talks history with the real Captain of the Amistad.
Geoff talks history with the real Captain of the Amistad.

Geoff here – I had such a long and animated discussion with the captain and one of the Mystic Seaport volunteers that I kept getting in the way of people who were walking on the ship.  My bad.  But it was still a lot of fun for me.  I don’t get to geek out like that very often.

The rigging of the Amistad.
The rigging of the Amistad.
A *giant* pile of rope on the main deck.
A *giant* pile of rope on the main deck.
Sail and rigging on the main mast.
Sail and rigging on the main mast.
Some portside rigging.
Some portside rigging.
A view of the Mystic Seaport flag on shore, from the Amistad.
A view of the Mystic Seaport flag on shore, from the Amistad.
Thumbelina found her sea legs and climbed up on the rope pile.
Thumbelina found her sea legs and climbed up on the rope pile.

And that concludes our day at the Seaport and on the Amistad.  There are a lot more photos that didn’t make the cut, especially dog photos.  I’ll find a place to put them all online and I’ll post that link here later.  Meanwhile, I hope you enjoyed our little vacation.  (We did! ~Geoff)

~Kelly

Mystic, CT- Day 3, Mystic Seaport Dog Days

Today was our last day in Mystic.  We spent the day at the Seaport attending Dog Days with Thumbelina and Rerun.  I took a startlingly huge number of photos today.  I’ll try not to post too many here.  Try… 

We met two weenies in the parking lot on our way in.  Dachshund party!
We met two weenies in the parking lot on our way in. Dachshund party!

 Geoff here – these two little sweeties’ parents drove a nice Mini Cooper and are thinking about moving to Cambridge.  They were really nice.  It was funny when we got out of the truck with ours, and they were getting out of their car with theirs at the same time.  Kooky. 

Newfie water rescue demonstration.  The Newfie is pulling the boat!
Newfie water rescue demonstration. The Newfie is pulling the boat!

 

Some of the Newfies from the demo team after being in the water.
Some of the Newfies from the demo team after being in the water.

 

This handsome brindle boxer *really* wanted to go into the water with the Newfies.
This handsome brindle boxer *really* wanted to go into the water with the Newfies.

 

One of the Newfies get direction from his handler before being sent out into the water.
One of the Newfies gets direction from his handler before being sent out into the water.

 

We wandered into the village and came upon the smithy.  This large box of anthracite was outside.
We wandered into the village and came upon the smithy. This large box of anthracite was outside.

 Geoff again – of course, all of this period material culture is some of my favorite stuff to see.  The blacksmith shop was one of the few places that I had the chance to really look at but there are so many others I will have to check out sometime when we have more time.  Next year! 

A fire engine from Block Island, circa 1850.
A fire engine from Block Island, circa 1850.

 Geoff again – I have never seen a fire pumper this old.  This was a real treat.  

One of the beautiful ships docked at the seaport.
One of the beautiful ships docked at the seaport.

 

Detail of the ship.
Detail of the ship.

 

Thumbelina "breakdancing" in the grass while relaxing in the shade.
Thumbelina "breakdancing" in the grass while relaxing in the shade.

 Geoff again – the dogs were really good this weekend, and were generally very friendly with both dogs and people everywhere they went.  It makes me glad that we have the ability to travel with them like this.  

The largest anchor we saw at the Seaport, Geoff is standing next to it for comparison.
The largest anchor we saw at the Seaport, Geoff is standing next to it for comparison.

 

We found shade, happy dogs!
We found shade, happy dogs!

 

Rufus, the Grand Marshall of the Dog Parade and the winner of Westminister, 2006, relaxes in the shade after posing for photos.
Rufus, the Grand Marshall of the Dog Parade and the winner of Westminister, 2006, relaxes in the shade after posing for photos.

 

Rufus and the dachshunds party.
Rufus and the dachshunds party.

 

This is Joe, he is a percheron and one of the horses who pull the wagon around the Seaport.
This is Joe, he is a percheron and one of the horses who pull the wagon around the Seaport.

 

This is Joe and the cart that he pulls.  Dogs ride free.
This is Joe and the cart that he pulls. Dogs ride free.

 

That’s everything from our day at the Seaport, except our time aboard the Amistad.  The next post will be all Amistad, all the time. 

~Kelly 

P.S. Yay history! ~Geoff

Mystic, CT- Day 2, Downtown Mystic

So Saturday was spent in Downtown wandering through the various shops and along the river.  One of the major features of Mystic is the drawbridge that opens, um, all the time.  There’s even a local pizza place that offers half off all slices when the bridge is up.  Here is a selection of photos from Saturday. 

Looking north-ish at the bridge in the up position.
Looking north-ish at the bridge in the up position.

 

A side view of Ye Old Mystic Bridge in the down position.
A side view of Ye Old Mystic Bridge in the down position.

 

This little pigeon was walking along the dock with us and the dogs.
This little pigeon was walking along the dock with us and the dogs.

 Geoff here – as we were walking along, I noticed that this particular area near the river (which is really an estuary of sorts) seems to be a pretty popular fishing spot.  I will have to remember to bring my fishing gear sometime if we are able to spend more time there in Mystic.   There is so much stuff around there that we did not even get to see.  Mystic strikes me as one of those kind of places that you will probably not run out of stuff to do for quite some time.  There is even at least one beach nearby that allows people to bring their dogs.  

We always seemed to be on the wrong side.
The bridge in the up position, from the other side.

 

We pedestrians got our own special DO NOT CROSS sign.
We pedestrians got our own special DO NOT CROSS sign.

 

No trip to Mystic is complete without a lunch visit to Mystic Pizza.
No trip to Mystic is complete without a lunch visit to Mystic Pizza.

 Geoff again – I have never seen the movie, but I am sure that at some point I will go check it out from the Cambridge library.   But the pizza is indeed pretty good, although it sure seems like that place is mostly for the tourists and the locals all eat somewhere else.    Well, we will still buy the frozen ones anyway.  

Rerun rests in Daddy's lap on the way to Ye Olde Mistcke Villagee.
Rerun rests in Daddy's lap on the way to Ye Olde Mistcke Villagee.

 

One of the cutest signs in the village, this store sold cute home items.
One of the cutest signs in the village, this store sold cute home items.

 

The village had two water features with ducks.  The ducks were adorable.
The village had two water features with ducks. The ducks were adorable.

 

More ducks!
More ducks!

 

Thumbelina presses the flesh outside the restaurant where we had dinner with Beth & Noah.
Thumbelina presses the flesh outside the restaurant where we had dinner with Beth & Noah.

 

Rerun makes a new friend outside the restaurant.
Rerun makes a new friend outside the restaurant.

 

Aaaaaand, that was Saturday.  We had a great time and we manged to get through it without sunburn, bug bites, or spending too much money.  Next post, our day at the Seaport on Sunday. 

~Kelly