
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
"You don't mind if I get on your couch, do you? Slide over..."

Sunday, September 26, 2010
Ode to Gipper (who has gone home)

Ode to Gipper
(who has gone home)
The drool spots on the floors and furry dust-bunnies
have been wiped or swept away,
The thumping of a game of smackdown with a stuffed animal
echoes no more through the house.
The poop bags no longer pile up in the garbage cans
in the garage,
The walks up and down the street to the accompaniment
of neighborhood barks are over.
No more jingling of tags follows us from room to room,
And no more middle-of-the-night "rearranging" of beds.
Peace and quiet returns to our home...
But it's almost too quiet and a little lonely
without Gipper.
We miss you, Pup!
by Grand-Dog Mother Connie
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Aunt Connie & Cousin Gipper
Sunday, September 19, 2010
A sure sign that fall is on its way... or a question of who's the boss...


Saturday, September 18, 2010
The Cousins: Play Date with BIG Cousin Zelig Kent
Monday, September 13, 2010
After a hike on Center Hill, Weld, Maine


Thursday, September 9, 2010
Gifts from Aunt Jan (a.k.a., Dean Kristo)...
Gifts from Aunt Jan (a.k.a., Dean Kristo)... B Roll photos
Monday, September 6, 2010
Gregory & Bailey become friends

When Bailey first arrived on Prospect Avenue, our neighbor Gregory--a writer and furniture maker (good one), a husband and dad (special one)--would have little to do with the black-brown-white fur ball that moved in next door. He'd mumble "Dogs ..." and give the begging boy an obligatory pat while wife Gina fawned over her little "boyfriend" from next door.
Over the past 3-4 weeks, however, Gregory enjoys Bailey's visits more fully, and today, out of nowhere local: "I haven't taken a dog for a walk in years." With that, he grabbed the leash and off they went.
When I walk Bailey along Prospect in the early morning hours, sleep-deprived drivers heading to work slow down just a bit for the two of us (often, we're in the middle of the road). The driver's eyes crack open and almost always a smile appears as they catch a glance. It may be, as Gregory often says, "Bailey's made-for-TV face" or perhaps they're seeing the puppy they once had or wished for.... These wobbly, long-legged, galumphing thiswayandthat... leaf-chasing-rock-eating puppies.
Bailey's (a.k.a., The Sullivan's) Garden... there it was, gone!

Bailey and our neighbor's cat MoMo loved the large "natural" garden that once stood in front of the Sullivan's home. MoMo loved sleeping in the undergrowth and, I suspect, laying wait for mice, chipmunks, and clueless puppies. Bailey dove into MoMo's secret garden, tumbled through the high flowers, and on occasion, gently pulled out an assortment to deliver to Gina.
This morning, however, the Sullivans decided that the garden--somewhat unwieldy from ... disinterest?--had to go. Bailey sat on our front lawn and watched the dismantling. He learned yet another hard truth of life, as youngsters through the ages have, that, "nothing gold can stay..."
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
–Robert Frost
Sunday, September 5, 2010
The Massage...


Bailey and I visited my former student, now NYC choreographer Josie Bray and her husband Jack Rizutko at The Farm on Worthley Pond. Bailey grabbed center stage among Josie and Jack's friends and found the group massage fantasmagorical (i.e, fantastic, amazing, and magical). Lucky dog....
Josie and Jack are expecting POTUS in November! Happy days!
A September Evening in Weld...

Friday, September 3, 2010
Bailey weighed in at 40lbs or 18.2kg today. These photos below are of typical Bernese Mountain Dogs....
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