Again, I let it get close to bedtime before remembering the Week of Color. (To be fair, I haven’t been home from work that long.)
Today’s color is blue.
After Salsa and Pepper frolicked on the bed for a while, Pepper suddenly scurried under her bed, where she usually sleeps (yes, in the winter, she sleeps under her bed). The bed is blue (you’ll have to take my word for it), and our cheap, dog-proof, ugly comforter has lots of blue in it, so I grabbed the camera. Weird dog to the rescue again!
It’s almost bedtime, and I nearly forgot about Jerusalem’s Week of Color challenge to celebrate spring. Isn’t a Week of Color a great idea?
Because I work mainly with the left side of my brain, my job is not — no matter how hard I wish it could be — to work with artsy things. So I try, when I can, to provide an “alternative perspective” (some might call it “comic relief”).
When I got to thinking about “white,” I thought I was going to fail the Day 2 assignment (Day 1 was pink, but I didn’t refer to it — my photo yesterday just happened to contain pink). Then, as often happens this time of night, I thought about my favorite bedtime treat: Old-Fashioned Low-Fat Frozen Yogurt. So here is my entry in the White category:
Then I looked at Whitney’s pink picks and remembered that I had some white pics in my previous posts: this and this.
So I’m not such a loser after all!
Mission accomplished. Now, pardon me while I go eat my frozen yogurt while it’s still frozen.
Salsa hates baths. She doesn’t understand the word “bath,” because we’re careful how we phrase things around the furbabies, but I made the mistake of swishing my hand through the 2 inches of dog-shampoo water I run in the sink before I put them in. When I went to get Salsa, she must have smelled it. She tried to hide under Bruce’s desk.
I’m not a vegetarian, and neither is the writer of this New York Times article, but it will make you think about what our nation’s out-of-control meat consumption is doing to our planet – and our bodies:
Rethinking the Meat-Guzzler, Jan. 27, 2008
Coincidentally: One of the pictures on the page — I almost didn’t notice it! — is of cattle at Harris Ranch in tiny Coalinga, Calif. One of my relatives used to work in the restaurant or gift shop at Harris Ranch, and my brother and I were born in Coalinga. Just some trivia for you.
I was writing a post tonight, but it was taking too long and it got late, so I’m sending you to The QC Report. Read Monday’s post. If you have a dog, you’ll get it.
When I created this blog in October, my dogs were part of the inspiration for the title — along with the spice cookies I was baking that night.
Salsa, who came along first, is our bigger dog (14 pounds). Pepper, who came a few months later and was already named (we were her third human family) is our itty bitty teeny tiny dog (4 to 5 pounds, depending on how many times she has suckered me for treats that month). Their names went so well together, and Salsa is so hyper (she’s a terrier — Manchester, we think), The Spice Dogs just seemed to fit.
I have a post-in-progress called “To all the dogs I’ve loved before,” but it will be a two-parter and for posting when I have time to give each dog its due, and to scan and upload the pictures. I started out talking about dogs my family had when I was a baby (or when my mom was pregnant — I’m not sure which) and am working my way up to our Spice Dogs.
Which makes this post kind of stupid. I’m writing about what I’m going to post “someday when I have time.”
But I haven’t posted in a week, and our dogs are hilarious (to us at least), so I just had to mention them today. After all, they are most of the reason this blog is named Suzy & Spice. They do add spice to our lives (more than we want sometimes).
So, to whet your appetite, here is a picture of Pepper (or, more accurately, Pepper’s butt), who has taken to sleeping under her bed instead of in it — apparently she’s warmer there. She is a burrower, and since Bruce has been sick we’ve been trying to get her not to burrow under our covers so much. So we keep her bed on top of our bed.
BTW, she’s a min Pin, and that little stubby thing is her tail (you can barely see it). Her pencil-thin legs are to the right.
She’s weird, but she’s ours.
Yesterday was my birthday. My husband, who has been sick for several months, could not buy me a gift, but when I got home after nearly an 11-hour day at work, I discovered this little vase of flowers. What a way to refresh my tired spirit.
He found some tissue paper and drinking straws, and what more appropriate “vase” than a pill bottle? It sums up our lives for the past eight months.
He kept telling me he wanted to do more, wished he could have bought me a gift, but I told him this was the best gift I had been given in a really long time.
So I had to share this incredible gesture with you, my friends.
I love you, Bruce.
Sometimes life throws a butterfly at you. I went outside Saturday afternoon to photograph something, and this beautiful creature was playing among my mums. Notice that he (or she – I’m not an entomologist) has a torn wing.