So this weekend, we bought the dogs a gigantic bone to watch them play with it, for our own entertainment. After a while we had some good photos and I thought, “Nuts to just the bone pictures, we should put all sorts of stuff on there and introduce the whole family.”
You’ve already met me, I’m Alex. Here I am testing out a motel bed on a recent trip to Evansville.
I had to do this like 6 times before we got a good shot of me in mid air.
Here’s my lovely wife, partner, and accomplice at international jewel thieving, Meghan.
“What’s Alex doing in the photo above me? It’s not something embarrassing is it?” asks Meghan, “He put the bed bouncing photo on the Internet? Again!?”
Here’s Sookie. She was my dog for my lonely years before meeting Meghan, and now she’s our dog. She’s a bit hyper and is the “Alpha”, if you can call a 20-pound dog that.
Yep. Hyper. Bet you’d never guess with a photo like that.
And why is Sookie so happy in the above pic? The giant bone of course. Here’s her alternating between trying to figure the bone out and trying figure out how to get it, in its entirety, into her stomach.
“I don’t know what to do, but at least it’s mine.”
It always scares me when she uses her paws to do things because it’s just that much closer to her having hands.
The other animal I had before meeting Meghan, though not for as long as Sookie, is Edward, who we all have met time and again here on the ‘ole Blog. But here’s a new photo of my stunningly photogenic kitty.
That’s some other person’s messy table. In fact, we brought Eddy to a different house entirely for this picture.
Meghan’s little buddy before meeting me was the princess here, Laylah. She’s as sweet as a button, unless of course, you’re Bear, who will follow, then she’s kind of a B.
Laylah has just been woken from a nap by me. She’s a bit bleary-eyed.
And now, Bear, as promised. We got Bear together. He was Meghan’s parents’ dog, but they had to move for a new job and Bear would not have done well in an entirely new surrounding, so we adopted him. He’s an entertaining pup, that’s for sure.
This is my favorite photo of Bear, and is not exactly current. But then, the pictures of him with the bone make it hard to make him out really well…you’ll see.
Black fur does not make for the best exposure in poor lighting, especially not while he’s getting defensive about “his” bone.
– CHOMP! –
Finally, we have Sylvia, who Meghan and I adopted last summer, about this time. She’s “all growed up” now, but honestly, she’s still a very little cat. She’s a cutie though, affectionate, entertainingly vocal and gentle, so long as you’re not a fly.
She may have been a touch dazzled by my strobe. Which is pretty cute in and of itself. She is a strange one.
So there’s the mob. Thank you, Internet, for giving me my soapbox to write about ’em. And I hope the rest of you like my pictures of my fam.
Clever, Kinda 