I'll be the first to admit that with my hectic work schedule, writing takes a backseat, and when Saturday rolls around I lack the discipline required to create. In this spirit of slack, I offer you a few visual tidbits....
I don't know why this picture of Nigel cracks me up, but it does - and not because Sola has her nose buried in his fruitbowl. I chose not to use photo correction in order to preserve the glowing bug eyes.
Baby Sola. This pic was not staged, but could not sum up the attributes of Sola more perfectly - she is all tomboy. A little pink, a little blue, a little batsh*t.
This one is not as much fun - it's Truffles sporting some bling. Those rings hold metal rods that pass through holes drilled in the bone. She can decimate a paycheck in a hurry.
We had to tighten the nuts daily to bend the leg back in to shape. I'll never eat shish kabobs again.
I'll leave you with this, the essence of a wintery Saturday afternoon.