Our girl Lucy's curls. and eyebrows. and my crocs.
Are they the secret of her phenomonal hearing?
She appears out of nowhere when i walk in with
a glass of seltzer.
the sound of popping bubbles mystifies her, still.
(the old Android phone given to me to play with
seems to have a better camera when i compare
this shot with the one of Phyllis in the previous post)
This is Buddy, at Greenwood
who sleeps in the potting shed
and is eager to be let out every morning
(have i shown this one to you before?)
Lucy has very sharp eyes, too
And this is dear ol' Spike
who has been living with us
and in my heart
for 20+ years.
he still loves to lie on my chest
and puts up with the camera...
His whiskers have turned white
as my hair has turned grey.
and his eyes are greener than this in real life
but the old phone's camera doesn't correct very well.
i shall treasure this one nonetheless.
He may be just a "bag o' bones" these days
but he still has the voice
you know, a YeOoOwWL
that says, "Somewhere in my family tree
is a very fine, royal family of Siamese, if you please!
So feed me. Now!"
And he gets all the treats he wants...