I keep intending to post photos of our week in Florida this summer, but our computer keep crashing our photo storage program or some such business. It's a pain and I want it to be easy. The computer and I are in a fight and when we make up, I'll post pictures of tropical paradise.
Here's a more recent photo of Ira, taken on the sly. He still hates having his photo taken and there's no amount of candy or cakes to change his mind. I wish it wasn't this way.
Our lives move so fast since "big kid school" began in August. The weeks go by in a flurry! Our time at home is spent either trying to get out of the door or trying to get to bed. There has been little down time lately, but now that soccer has ended, we can finally get our weekends back.
And good thing too, because we got this guy now:
Meet Rusty Meatball! The Meatball part is optional. He was called Rusty, and it seems sort of sad to change an old dog's name, so we're keeping it. He does look like a Meatball though. Poor guy's elderly owner died after raising this pup on a steady diet of hot dogs and beef jerky. We rescued him right up because he's a loveable hunk of Boston and it's true what they say about Bostons: you can't have just one. He came to us covered in fleas, head warts, butt sores and raw paws. After two weeks of better quality food and frequent walks, he's trimming up and healing all over. He and Ribs get along just great, which makes me so happy. You never know with Ribs, she's anxious by nature and can be a little fear-aggressive. Check out this little video of them playing:
So far, life with two 8-year-old Bostons is not much harder than just having one. They're both lazy, warmth-seeking, bump-on-a-log dogs that love to snooze all day. Creatures after my own heart!
