This is Finn, snuggled up against the back end of his best friend, Loki. Loki is a 165 pound leonberger and Finn is a golden retriever. As we were coming upstairs, Loki was walking a few feet ahead, and poor Finn was just miserable not to be beside his friend.
This is Morgan, who came to work today. She’s an American Mastiff, which is just a fancy way of saying she’s really big.
Poor Gandalf. I think yesterday’s unseasonably warm weather caused him to suddenly and copiously shed his winter fur. And now there are grey tumbleweeds everywhere.
So next year, when we’re buried under the more typical snowstorm, we can look back on this and say “remember that day….?” I spent it on the porch, with all the windows open.
Tille came to work today to help us usher in the Year of the Dog. She is super friendly and just plain adorable.
The packaging claimed it was easy to peel. This was a lie.
Remember last week’s still life? Well… the sneaker is still there. Only someone has put it in a plastic bag. I look forward to seeing what develops next week.
Went to one of my friend’s regularly scheduled “Bad Art” parties. So I brought bad food. Jen helped me dress it up with an attractive arrangement and heart-shaped strawberries.
They’re clearly not pleased to be here. But I’m happy to report they both got clean bills of health.