14 Jun

San Jose

Wow.  This move is still a bit surreal.  I can’t say I ever pictured myself as a California girl.  For reasons that seem to require a long explanation, though, here I am.  And now that I’m here, well, I’m starting to get it.  I’ve moved into a sweet little neighborhood filled with cozy old houses, well-tended gardens, and dog lovers.  The weather is fine and the people are friendly.  And it feels like a very fresh start.

I promised my mom some photos, so…




One of my neighbors has a very funky, all-cactus garden…


…complete with notations on the names of plants…


… and some not-so-native critters.


Most of the gardens look more like this:






(I haven’t seen any bears yet, but this lawn has some awesome grapevines.)






There are palm trees, though not as many as you might expect.




I know this is a pile of yard trash.  I am amused by the presence of two perfectly edible lemons in the heap.  I also found about 10 avocados on the sidewalk up the block, and if they hadn’t each been nibbled on by the neighborhood blackbirds, I would have taken them home with me.




Bagel took his first trip on an airplane (by himself!), and he arrived without incident.  He’s a world traveler now.  (I can tell he wants me to keep those stickers on, because they make him look like a badass.)


At this point, he’s pretty much settled in.




21 Feb

Bagel the Beagle

Buckley got a new brother this weekend.  A friend of mine is making a move that doesn’t accommodate pets, so Bagel the Beagle came to live with us on Sunday.  Here’s a rare (semi-) still of the two pups:

Bagel and Buckley, Dog Friends Forever


And here’s a much more representative view of the ruckus this weekend:

Bagel and Buckley Playing


As you can see, they’re getting along just fine.  Yay, Bagel!

05 Jan

All Wet

Just gave my first dog bath tonight.  Who would have ever guessed I’d turn into such a dog lover?

(Buckley just discovered his ability to get under and root around beneath the shed in the backyard, so I’m guessing this is about to become a frequent ritual around here.)

Christmas Buckley

Baths are not my favorite thing.