Welcome Maia

I just adopted Maia from Buddy Dog no-kill shelter in Sudbury.”
She’s 1-2 years old. They say she’s a beagle-boxer mix, but after I was hooked they mentioned that someone might think she had some pit bull somewhere.
She and her sister belonged to a homeless person, who couldn’t take care of them and left them somewhere, where Animal Control picked them up and brought them to Buddy Dog.
She was Mia at the shelter, but I modified it to Maia, because her cousin Orion is a constellation (as well as a mighty hunter), and Maia was one of the Pleiades. Also the mother of Hermes and the foster-mother of another of Zeus’ children, whose own mother Hera turned into a bear.
So far, so good. She was good in the car, and hasn’t destroyed anything, and liked the quick tour of the dog park (with no other dogs) I gave her on the way home from the shelter.

Maia on adoption day


Sammy by laymusic
Sammy, a photo by laymusic on Flickr.

We aren’t quite sure what he is yet — the best thing would be temporary house guest while his real daddy works out his landlady problems, but it might be longer-term than that.

He’s being very good about taking me on walks and helping with the dishes.

Sad news

He wakes up a littleSunny on his last morningAftermath

Sunny’s last morning, a set on Flickr.

Sunny was uncomfortable enough to be saying “do something” yesterday morning, so I made him an appointment at the vet. It turned out that his constipation was caused by a massive tumor in his colon, and we decided to put him down.

These are pictures from after I made the appointment. I don’t have one from his last decision about where to lie down in the examining room at the vets — he was famous for figuring out how to be as in the way as possible, and this talent didn’t desert him at the end. He had a whole room to pick from, including a comfortable blanket in the middle of the room, and he lay down in front of the door to make it hard for the vet to get in and out of the room.

I told him how much everybody was going to miss him, and he ate lots of treats and barked at the vet when she took his paw to put in the solution. And then it was over.

New Camera

Lately, every time I wanted a picture for the blog I didn’t
have my camera, and every time I took a picture with the cell
phone, I ended up apologizing for it. So when Woot had a good price on an Casio
Exilim camera
, I bought it.

It arrived today. It’s a good size for sticking in your
pocket, and seems to take pretty good pictures:


Sunny napping

I always use Sunny for my test subject. Then I noticed the
Birthday cards, and took them too:


Birthday cards


Snow Dog at the Dog Park

[Snow Dog]

Snow Dog

We had a good snow sculpture snow last week, and someone made
this dog at the dog park.

I’ve been researching cell phones with better cameras, and
cameras that fit better in a pocket, and haven’t found anything
for less than $80, which seems frivolous. But I might get
annoyed enough at the great pictures I’m missing that I’ll just
get myself a birthday present.

Sunny eats Pine Needles

My recorder teacher likes decorating his house for Christmas, and has been out of town for a large fraction of the time since then, so the pine garland he wound around his bannister is still there, or was until last night.

While I was putting on my coat to go home, Sunny suddenly started eating it.

I don’t know whether he was worried about the fire hazard to Uncle John’s house, or whether he decided it was the right way to put more fiber into his diet.

The video I took was with my phone in a poorly-lit hallway, so it isn’t going to win any awards for cinematography, but here it is anyway.

Pictures from Christmas in Fall River

They had a tree:

[Christmas Tree]

And a crêche:


They put more energy into decorating than I do, so there are
also things like this mobile:

[mobile of illuminated birds]

They also do a lot of baking. Here’s the baba after its
second rising:

[baba sponge]

I wasn’t in a good position to take pictures at the party when
all 40 people were trying to cram into the living room, so I
don’t have one of Judy
playing Chopin
, but here’s one of our friend Harold playing
Christmas carols:


And here are a bunch of everybody being zonked after the
party. Judy had the best reason to be zonked:

[Judy after party]

Monte didn’t have as good a reason, but if you’d barked as
strenuously as he did at the beginning of the party to make sure
all 40 people knew it was his house, you’d be zonked

Monte zonked

Sunny doesn’t look so zonked, but he is anxious:


My mother, with 80 years of experience throwing parties, hardly looks zonked at


We don’t know why Teddy was zonked:

[Teddy zonked]