...and new from Tennessee!

Mike (the one with the white and curly hair) will tell you that my friend Tom (with not so much!) is a true dog person....So when Tom heard that his friend's daughter had helped rescue a litter of puppies along with their mom, all abandoned roadside in Tennessee, somehow it seemed natural that a certain little gal might make her way up to Buffalo...
Becky's a sweet and small pup, as the rump of Rami, the golden retriever present for scale, demonstrates. She doesn't have an invisible tail, it just wags fast and furious, and just about all the time. She's quiet but enthusiastic!

Upon seeing her pictures, Duncan says, "She's a dog's dog!"
She knows how to chew a stick and make those wonderfully entertaining, face-curled-up chewy faces!
She is an excellent model for our next yoga book, here demonstrating "Downward Facing Dog."
Jessie and Mike have decided they are happy to have her join the family.
And Rami thinks she's so sweet, we'll have her for dinner, thank you!
Welcome home, Becky!

The sun will come out tomorrow...

After four days of heavy rain, we welcomed it! Daisy and I went to the beach for some sunset frisbee fun. Her game was catching the frisbee. My game was, using a small point-and-shoot camera, trying to capture a shot of her actually catching the frisbee. In low light, the delay between clicking and actual image capture feels like it is close to a full second. One has to have excellent pre-reflexes! The ratio is very low of pictures like this...


...to pictures of a dog with a frisbee in her mouth or a frisbee in the sky above her like this...


But hey, who's this coming onto the beach?? A bride??!! Duncan will be very disappointed he missed a bride sighting. He is a dedicated connoisseur of bride and prom sightings.


A little Jack Russell terrier nipped at the bride's skirt and would have loved to jump up on her, had the gallant groom not defended her gown. I of course was there with a well-behaved dog, so I could look askance at this in a snooty, my dog is better than your dog kind of way. Juno was not with us, so I could do this safely!



I was finally getting good at it when we ran out of light.

I want to be an archeologist when I grow up...

I was in Connecticut for a day and a half after the Albany tournament. After spending a delightful afternoon with Penny Cattrell, I had a morning to work with. A few weeks earlier, I'd read in a New York Times article about an exhibit of artifacts from an ancient culture that lived in the Danube Valley starting before 5000 BC at NYU's Institute for the Study of the Ancient World. It was the kind of story that made me long for life in a big city with all it has to offer. So, here I was in Connecticut, an hour away. After going back and forth with myself a bit I decided, "Don't be a wimp!" So, snowfall or not, I drove into the city and was so glad I did. The Lost World of Old Europe was a truly memorable exhibit.

The exhibit comprised ceramics, copper tools and ornaments, and gold jewelry pieces. They were all striking, but especially the ceramics. The human and animal figurines were full of personality. The pots, sometimes very anthropomorphic, had more pizzazz than any I've seen, ancient or modern.

It's not possible to know a particular piece's intended use, or what the artisan was thinking, but it sure is fun to speculate about this pitcher!
One imagines this bowl might have been used for a wedding ceremony?

This little guy just says FOX! There was speculation that the piece on the lower right represented a bird, but I would bet it was a ram, since these people had sheep and cattle. It seems to me that it is woolly rather than feathery!













This last pot was very womanly!

Albany!

Albany satisfied my craving for some snow and ice! And Scrabble, as I played 40 games in the wonderful tournament directed by the stalwart Annette Tedesco. When I returned to San Diego the familiar sun seemed so bland! But I remembered how much I liked it later that day when I swam outdoors under that same wonderful sun, breathing fresh air instead of the chlorine fumes of an indoor pool....

San Francisco!

I'm here in town for the 2nd annual California Open Scrabble tournament. The field of 132 is awesomely strong -- you have to go down to seed #31 to get a rating below 1700! Elizabeth and I took the ferry to Sausalito for dinner tonight at a fantastic little Italian restaurant called Angelino where I had a parsnip soup. La zuppa era molto deliciosa! Passing Alcatraz whilst en route to Sausalito --

How old is this dog?

Inventing a birthday for Daisy made me wonder how old she feels. She seems much more dignified that she did a few years ago, if that makes any sense. I hate it that dogs have so much shorter life spans that we do! Keep on keeping on for a long time, Daisy.
You go, gal!

Inventing a Birthday for Daisy

Today I registered Daisy to compete in NADAC Agility Trials. So, the question was, what should I say for her birthday?? On January 5th in 2005, Daisy showed up on our doorstep. Dr. Seals guessed her age at 12-18 months. Okay, she was born on the Fourth of July! July 4, 2003, it shall be.And by the way, the best white dog ever was a 3-month-old puppy then...
You're still pretty cute, Tundra!