Finny really wants to be in the kitchen when dinner is being made. He's sure I want his help. Which is sweet, but he's getting too big for hopeful leaps toward the counter to be charming. Still, he's my sweet baby boy, and, as well as food, he does want to be companionable. Thus.... the long lead.
Here he is looking dreamy while munching a chunk of frozen banana!
And here, banana gone, he is as close to me as the leash allows. Giving me the sad puppy eyes.
Katie is quick to comfort a "lonely" pup, though!
An action shot!
Trying to sneak in a little reading with a toothy, playful pup is a bit quixotic. I realize that now.
This is for those (you know who you are) who accuse me of never being stern with my children. I am giving Katie, photographing her mother in a peaceful moment, a Forbidding Look.
And... Ed! He is trying out this guitar, seeing if it suits. I think it sounds pretty great.
Finny, giving a stalk of celery a squinting, critical look. Celery raw may develop the jaw, but Finny only cares for it when it is stuffed with peanut butter.
(Don't worry -- he got a slice of banana, to ease his anguish. And then I doctored the celery up with peanut butter and he numbled it right on down! He got a bit spoiled today, since he went in to the vet's for his 16 week visit, including a shot, poor lamb. And he gets to go back on Friday for a final booster of something or other. But, we found out that he now weighs 31 pounds! And he is, according to the vet, in perfect shape. Yay!)
And here is my hand. The middle finger actually looked worse, at one point. Just as dead and waxy looking as... well, a wax finger. And utterly frozen feeling. Freaky, eh? I googled it, though, and it isn't a big deal -- Raynaud's, I think. It only stayed like that for an hour or so, but it sure is odd looking, isn't it?
(Don't worry -- this is not turning into a "pictures of malfunctioning body parts" blog. But this was just irresistibly odd. Next time it happens I promise I'll stick to brewing a pot of tea and leave the camera off!)