Blogville Thanks-day

I started blogging as a way to keep writing. I wrote about events around the house to which I'd just moved until the day that I received a comment from Mitch and Molly's blog (when Angel Maggie was there). I discovered there were Airedale blogs all over the place. Then there were blog-hops and dogs and cats and bunnies and incredibly talented and funny people. I've been blogging long enough to share the lives and deaths of three of my Airedales and many other dogs. In Animal Blogville, a person can post about the death of a pet fish and know that everyone will understand how important that pet could be.  I am grateful for the company of fine people and animals.

Blogville nose how it is.

 

As card-carrying Airedales, we are naturally grateful for anything that works to our advantage. Most things do.

 



Miro and Emily learn to recycle

After experimenting with my cardboard box stand-up desk, I bought one that raises and lowers. It's a heavy, solid piece of equipment that sits on top of my existing desk. No assembly required! What's not to like?

Oops. Forgot about the window reflection revealing the junk-covered printer table. The Varidesk came in a Very Big Box, double sided with thick cardboard. I wondered how I'd ever get it all cut down to fit in the recycling bin. Suddenly, I had help.

 They began work on a rectangular piece from inside the box. You can see part of the box on the left in photo #1. Keeping everything on the small landing contained the wreckage--or so I thought.

 Emily paused to see why I was just standing there instead of helping.

They are researching for a term paper on deconstruction.

Then, for a moment, all was still.

Emily decided to resume work in the living room.

Now, please excuse me while I go fetch the garden rake. Good thing Thanksgiving Dinner is not at my house.

A few words from Emily Dickins

 

While the people complain about freezing their tushies in the cold, we Airedales love it.

 

 

Here we are comparing teeth. Mine, of course, are prettier.

 

Sometimes a girl likes to dress up a little, using whatever decorator items are available.

 

 

I like being able to grow my hair longer for the winter, but Mom keeps pulling it out.

 

 

Could I say, "Let's play" any louder? What does Miro do? He stands there and barks.

 

Oh well.

 

 



Verbless Wednesday

Pausing to think about the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month and of how the first World War changed everything.

Verbless Vednesday

  Whooo?