
Orchids are among my favorite things to photograph. I must have taken hundreds of photos of orchids over the years. It may be an obsession at this point.
One day I’m getting a macro lens to get even closer.

Orchids are among my favorite things to photograph. I must have taken hundreds of photos of orchids over the years. It may be an obsession at this point.
One day I’m getting a macro lens to get even closer.

It’s not every day that I can catch a picture of Sable sitting still and not being worked up about something. She’s been calmer since Bono left to his adoptive home, even with four puppies in the house. I caught her snuggling with the puppies, so I call bull on her twitches about puppies.



The foster puppies had us up before 6 this morning. After braving the rain, they were more than eager to get back inside and play. I was good for about an hour or two, then I headed to bed. Brunch was much needed when I woke up. One of these days I’m going to need to visit a place that serves mimosas for brunch. Speaking of alcoholic breakfast, am I the only person who finds the concept of a Bloody Mary positively disgusting? I’m not a tomato juice person to begin with so I don’t see how alcohol could possibly improve that abomination.
Tomato soup = delicious. Tomato juice = the creation of a crazy person, no doubt.

Just one of my four foster pups. Still waiting for Bono (my other foster dog) to go to his adopted home, which should hopefully be today. He is very uneasy around the new puppies. It’s not like I can blame him. If I had four new stinky puppies run at me wanting to play, I’d hide too.

Cranberry Chutney..thing-y
Except I don’t want to take pictures of the food I make. Maybe if I just focus on other people’s food? Is that a thing? What Someone Else Ate?
We had just stepped out from dropping the foster puppies off at the vet and saw this. I said “I need to take a picture of that!” to which the husband replied “Of course you do.”
He doesn’t appreciate sunsets as much as I do.


How very meta. Also, I would not mess with this guy at all.

We commemorated so-called Black Friday like we do every year – by not participating. We stayed at home, snuggled some puppies and stayed far, far away from any stores. I can’t imagine what would possibly be so important to want to leave one’s family on Thanksgiving (since the stores are opened earlier now).
I was reading this article in the Huffington Post and had to shake my head at this quote:
“You have to have these things to enjoy your children and your family,” said Jackson’s friend Ebony Jones, who had secured two laptops ($187.99 each) for her 7 and 11 year olds.
No, you silly woman. You do not. But you’ve chosen to believe spoiling your kids rotten with things they don’t need will make you and them happy. You’ve decided (as is later quoted in that article) that your happiness must be bought. That is a sad belief if I ever heard one.
Anyway, I’m going to go back to cuddling Zoey and being thankful for what I already have. That makes me happy, and I don’t have to pay for it.

Hoping you have a wonderful Thanksgiving. If I can get through it without any catastrophes of the kitchen or animal variety, I’m declaring it a success.