chair chillin’
pictures, doodles, musings on music, occasional environmental and political screed, wordplay, filthy haiku, foodie twaddle, and whatever else the cat drags in from my oakland, ca environs
Sifting through the flotsam and jetsam in my image folders, I stumbled across some pics that Daryn had taken several weeks ago of a recent extreme croquet outing. I liked the little guy’s happy-calm expression in this one, and subjected it to a bit of digital playing-around (as I am wont to do).
As I was working on that particular day (“weekend?” what is this “weekend” of which you speak?), I was unable to tag into this one, but I’m given to understand that a good time was had by all, and that Sam was a good boy, mostly.
i’m totally enamored of this shot that daryn took a few days ago. a breezy afternoon out at the dog park, we came across an impressive array of kites, but this blue meany-esque customer was the standout.
took sam for a walk, and saw this paper mask on the corner near my apartment building.
i was struck (read: saddened, angered, offended) at the face of an innocent victim having been co-opted by a coward for the purpose of hiding their identity.an eventful 24 hours for sam, and undoubtedly for his overjoyed two daddies as well, as all three of us embrace a new routine. he seems to have taken a shine to (and a snooze on) us, but he’s pretty wagtastic about anyone and everyone he meets from what we’ve seen so far.
sam has taken swimmingly to his trip to his forever, two-daddy home today.
he’s well on his way, per early indicators, to a lifetime of having affection showered upon him at all times and from all quarters. he’s done great with other dogs, and, well, with us. of course he’s still figuring us out, so while he shows signs of trepidation here and there (he needed a bit of help making sense of the car at first), there’s not a whiff of distress. really just a sweet little guy. three friends are over tonight who were dying to meet him, and he’s just totally soaking the attention up like a sun-parched sponge. outstanding therapy dog candidate. achingly sweet little face. total keeper. that both daryn and i appear, in this pic, to have droopy, wan demeanors is an unfortunate accident, wholly divorced from reality because, seriously, we’re beyond delighted with today’s addition to the household.
