It was a few days before Valentine’s Day and romance was in the air. But after a long day, all I wanted was a quiet ride home. I hailed a cab, got in and, BOOM, was immediately pinned to my seat by sentiment so heavy it reminded me of the 12-hour bus ride that got me acquainted with the entirePower Ballads of the 80s boxed set.
He’s thousands of miles away and I really miss him. It’s his birthday today though and this is my annual Bruno’s Birthday post.
We’re the exact same age now, haha (Bruno in dog years, me in human) but despite a few physical signs of slowing down, his enthusiasm for the world has not waned. Everything is still a ‘wheee’ and a wonder for him and Jigs. It’s just one of the things they have (unknowingly) taught me.
Happy Birthday, my furry child. I’m bringing home pounds and pounds of tasty treats for you.
Remember the little guessing game we had earlier this week? Today, it’s time for the little reveal. Here’s that picture of the item again:
Were you able to guess what it is? My sisters and brother say they can’t make heads or tails of it and Kid Bro says I should have allowed comments, hehe. For the record, I showed it to them months ago and their reactions were all along the lines of How Silly Can You Get? which makes this Whatsit perfect for this blog.
Ok, here it is from another angle:
See those words? They should now clue you in on the purpose of this little wooden contraption, hehe. So…tadah!
*Some of you who read my recent guest post may have wondered what my old, now-private blog was like. Or maybe no one did but I want to imagine that you did, so … tadah!!!.Let me introduce you to ‘Recycled’, a new regular (well, until I run out of ‘scraps’) feature where I will re-post some of the stuff my perfect 10 readers used to enjoy (?). Now you will be privy to the best, most edifying content the web has ever produced, hah!
First up, something from when we were moving into our new place…
I am not one to put my dogs in costumes. It’s already hard enough for me to imagine just how itchy it must be to have fur, hehe. But one time I bought a red tank top for Bruno and he looked cute in it in a canine Johnny Bravo kind of way but the husband saidhe won’t ever walk a dog in a costume (on the dog, not the husband). That effectively put the brakes on my non-existent up-and-coming career as a dog stylist.
Anyway, the book is a pleasure to flip through. Ms. Ngo obviously has a wonderful way with pets and however you feel about putting dogs in costumes, you have to admit she really upped the adorableness factor in these.