{Bday flowers from Dad.}
25 was a good day, but I’m kind of sad that it’s over. We went out to dinner at a diner nearby (I was hoping to recreate Luke’s Diner from Gilmore Girls and I love sandwiches; Josh was rather dismayed) and then out to lunch at Pompeii the next day with my dad. This week I’m catching up with my sweet Ginny while my mom is away and I’m happy to say that she and Chick are getting along just fine — by ignoring each other.
Chick enjoying the sunshine on a cold morning.
A visit to Gram’s on Thanksgiving morning.
Posing.
Throwback photo I found while doing some organizing the other day.
Teeny tiny dinosaur?
It’s chilly out now and she loves to snuggle up with the rest of ’em.
Chick’s new stocking!
With Thanksgiving now over, it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas around here. It’s hard to believe that 2012 is almost ready to come to a close. It feels like the year just began. Chick has been quite the little goof lately, striking funny poses and hogging the bed, which reminds me an awful lot of Frasier* and they haven’t even seen each other in months. I must be a magnet for strange pups.
*Frasier lives with my dad and I don’t get to see him nearly as often as I would like. I miss him dearly.
..for all the pups in my life, both old and new. The joy a dog brings to your life is indescribable.
We headed up to Madison for the weekend for the last Badger home game of the season and while I remembered why I don’t generally like football (especially when I buck tradition and get peanuts instead of nachos), it was still a good time. I did some successful people watching, hated on the annoying girl standing behind me and took a walk along State Street. Chick enjoyed the fresh air and having some time to explore new sights and smells. I think she was confused when we left :)
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Yesterday I read a post from Two Pitties in the City about talking to your dogs, and I was relieved to know I wasn’t the only one. In fact, what dog owner doesn’t talk to his or her pup? I talk to my dogs all the time – it just feels natural. Is it weird that it feels natural? A while back I was walking down the stairs in our apartment building carrying Chick. I held her up to the window to tell her how pretty she was when a few other tenants walked in at the exact same time. #embarrassing
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