It was Dog Day at our local aquatic center–the last use of the pool before it’s closed for the winter and cleaned and prepped for 2019.
Canine joy all around.
Not in order of completion…
And a visit to nearby Avery Park for breakfast and cruising the rose garden…
And there’s the undying need to bake. This time: blueberry-cinnamon coffee cake
Photo to follow? We’ll see…
We liked the name ‘Milo’ from our previous searches, so ‘Haswell’ became ‘Milo’ today.
He had no problem taking the reins of jumping into the front seat. Uhhhh, no.
But he’s fitting in nicely. Lots of energy and seems happy with our backyard and likes to do errands.
An added bonus to assisting others…
I helped the owner of an over-the-fence rental locate her property’s water shut-off valve. Maybe this is a side hustle I need to explore.
Milo the One-Eyed Dog…an update. No sooner had the vet cleared him for adoption than he was snapped up by someone else. Hey, as long as he’s cared for in a loving home, that’s good with us.
We met Milo yesterday.
He’s a true survivor.
A sweetheart transfer [not an official term ;->] from Maui, within a week’s time, he had his eye removed [optic nerve had failed], he was neutered, and he withstood and actually just shrugged off an injury from a vicious attack from another dog at the facility.
He needs to be at the shelter for another post-surgical week, but how can a life like this not burrow its way into one’s heart?
Milo the One-Eyed Dog…
Seems like he needs a good family of dog lovers…dog-obsessors, even.
I have no idea where I could find anyone like that, assuming I avoid looking in the mirror.
Photos from Heartland Humane Society
Yep, once he/she arrives, there will probably be umpteen ‘I should be writing’ opps.
We lost Boo over a year ago and I usually need more healing time, but as the years progress, I realize I can’t be dawdling on this. I want a dog’s spirit, loyalty, and companionship in the house. Not to mention the entertainment value.
Note: My wife is actually spending more time on the local shelters’ websites than I am. Perhaps, just perhaps, it’s harder to live with a dogless me. 😉
I was going to launch a mini-rant against technology this afternoon [Safari and WordPress weren’t playing nicely], but I redirected toward wholesomeness. And comfort. And calories.
After all, frustrated writers don’t rant; they bake.
In my case, blueberry muffins. A new recipe. A simple one, since I just wanted something straightforward so we could squeeze in a little afternoon coffee. Never mind that the temps outside are in the high 90’s. When the need for ‘fresh-baked’ arises, I spring to action. [Well, not exactly ‘spring’. That would imply flexibility…agility…youth.]
Breaking news from the kitchen–[Hey, if CNN can do this 24/7, so can I.]…They’re halfway done and they’ve already earned the ‘They smell goood’ pronouncement from my wife and they look like they’ll turn out ‘normal’—a relative term in my kitchen.
What constitutes ‘normal’?
These muffins [here’s the recipe] will form fit to the muffin tin. That’s about it. Anything less than that, I add the word ‘mutant’ to the title.
Today, three of these little hummers are traditional, I’ve added a sweet ginger jam to two of them, and one of them has nary a blueberry. [Yes, a blatantly forced rhyme.] I populated it with ’60% cocoa’ chocolate chips. My wife…ever so subtle. When muffin fixins emerge, you can bet she’ll saunter by and plop some usable form of chocolate onto the counter.