Well, this is new -- a surprise guest post by Isaac. He must have noticed that I hadn't posted our puppies' names yet -- I was getting used to them first. So, he took the puppies outside for some photos & wrote this below. Of course, we've been having all together too much fun the last couple of days, so I'm only now dropping it into my blog.
It’s blasted hot here. I know it’s not the hottest place on Earth. I think the troops in Iraq have it a bit worse (God bless them). But my friend said his thermometer read 118° yesterday.
and I had Boy Scouts last night and his scoutmaster arranged for two
police officers to come speak to the boys about integrity and being
a good citizen. They were bike officers. That means spandex and
kevlar -- quite the combo.
We finally made our dogs' names official. The boy's name is Pixel, short for Raster Pixel Spooly - fun to say. And the girl is Bobbin. Her pedigree name is likely going to be Agnes Bobbin Fluff (Aggy Bobbin, Bobbin Fluff, Bobs, etc.)
completely distinct (from each other) personalities. Pixel is
flopsy, goofy, dense, unflappable, courageous and grumbly. Bobbin is
sweet, mild, sometimes-feisty, sometimes-timid, nimble, bright and
eager-to-please. Like most females she embodies some contradictory
is a complex character. Both puppies are lovable to the Nth degree.
In Phoenix, you're lucky to get a half hour of outside time before the sun goes down, when it’s almost bearable. The dogs run up and down, flop in the grass, pant, chase Elijah and Charlotte, sniff, wrestle, and come say “hi.” How do they seem to know that I am home base? Because I’m alpha, or just because I’m stationary?
Pixel is crazy about treats and, let’s face it, a little on the chubby side. I think I might need to feed the two of them separately. Bobbin is super trim. Pixel is my little piggy. We never had dogs when I was growing up. Having these guys around brings out the kid in me.
Happy Fourth of July. This country isn’t perfect, but I am extremely grateful to be an American. If you want to read a fantastic book that sums up the meaning of America, pick up a copy of John Adams by David McCullough. Great book.
Tomorrow, we are going to swim with family then BBQ with friends. Can’t wait for a much needed day off.
(H: Yep, we went to the movies - twice - and to a friend of a friend's house for a BBQ - amazing salsa! - stayed up late, chatted it up, made new friends, set up play dates, watched fireworks, tanked up on sugar soda, etc. Great weekend.)