We are back.
A couple of weeks ago, we piled ourselves in the car and drove down to enjoy a fabulous Saturday day at the Seafood Festival.
The drive was the most boring part.
I really hate living in Florida; we have the most unexciting roads to get anywhere. No mountains, no rivers, lakes or waterfalls or anything exiting to see out the rolling car window.
Just flat, tame roads.
This is Cleopatra or “Cleo-Cleona” as I like to call her for short. Cleo was given to my by my sister. After she insisted that nobody in his or her right mind could live a full life without a pet. At that time I lived with a roommate, in an apartment and the responsability of taking care of a pet was not something that was high on my list. I fought her as much as I could, until she showed up at my house with this buddle of joy. She insisted that her dog would kill her if she stayed in her garage and I HAD to take her in order to SAVE her. (Yes, a very convincing argument)
I tried to not cave.
I’m totally high jacking this idea.
My main chica, Jenn over at Knitty Baker is celebrating her new camera and got the bright idea of designating Thursdays as the day of documenting via photos what she find interesting, and amusing and all with a click of her camera.
Insert thought here :::GREAT IDEA, I should have thought of that!:::
But, I did not, so I asked her if I could totally join her and she totally agreed… so here is my first snap Thursday.
I give you our 190-pound baby of the house – Rufus.
Yes, ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY POUNDS - he weights 30 pounds more than me! He is basically a walking human with fur and four legs.
We adore him. Because, he scares people away, but he has the biggest baby heart you can ever imagine. In his mind he is still a puppy and acts like one.
In this picture he is patrolling our front porch, while I was yelling for him to “stay in place!” - Fun times!