Our coastal version of the white stuff
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Time is so weird. 12 years! Seems like just yesterday I got this brown blob of 5 pounds. Also, though, like she's been here forever.
She's still got it.
It just doesn't last as long any more. :)
And, if you are child of the 70's and would like a Time Machine ride or you're not a child of the 70's and would just like to know exactly how BAD ASS Sesame Street was...
You're welcome for the ear worm.
We're off for the beach.
Sorry, Rest Of The Country.
Saturday, February 21, 2015
If the collie-types are good at anything it's waiting. Self control may need to be...encouraged...as a youngster, but the stand and stare thing is there already. Bella's 12 years of waiting do pretty accurately describe her life.
Cookies, squirrels, summer, hummers, ball, ball, ball, dignity, ball, ball, dignity, dignity, nap.
In a nut shell? Yup. :)
Friday, February 13, 2015
I don't know why watching dogs play is so entertaining, but it is.
It looks like they are in the Old Fart Room today. Crappy screen grab, I know, but it so "them."
Bella in the upper right, partaking in the Coffee Clutch, surrounded by four dogs.
Kate, on the left, partaking in the movie playing in her head, surrounded by four balls.
"So, I'm thinking maybe someone could kick one these? If not now, that's OK. Maybe later? I'll just sit right here, just in case."
Sunday, February 8, 2015
We have been having some rain, glorious rain! At least February won’t go down in the record books as a totally dry month like our dear friend, January, did.
I thought I had a nice window for a run this morning, only it started pouring like mad the last half mile. Now, I actually like being out I the rain, what I hate is getting back in the car when you’re soaked. I don’t know why it feels so gross to sit in a car in wet clothes, but it does.
I didn't feel like dealing with wet and possibly muddy dogs in the car today, so I had the brill idea to get a cup of coffee, open the back door, and throw the ball from there.
Some were a tad judgmental about my idea.
And then there’s the Good Dog who has no opinions about anything.
What I didn't take into consideration was the fact that the back yard, while looking all lovely and green, is really just a big ol' mud puddle at this point.
Their lower bits were way beyond wiping off with towel, so I ended up out in the wet again to hose them off before coming in. Best laid plans, and all.
At least they’re back to being all fluffy and soft. That rain water is the bestest.
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
I took the day off and drove down to San Simeon to the Elephant Seal rookery. They are at the breeding bit of their winter cycle. I guess it goes: boys come up first, lots of fighting, girls come up, have babies, after 3-4 weeks of nursing ready for baby making again.
Look at the baby's face after mom told the big guy to shove off. Junior’s first swear word! Haha.
There is lots of noise and a fair amount of biting but surprisingly little violence considering the density of the population.
There were a handful of dead pups, likely from getting crushed. Keeping other seals from running over your kid is a full time job.
One that requires an exclamation point be added to the end of your conversation.
And, sometimes the beginning.
There was much more posturing than actual fighting between the males. I suppose at this point the lines have been drawn in the sand and everyone is a wee bit tired. They are in the enforcing stage, not the establishing stage. They all seem to go out of their way to not waste energy.
“Is this a good spot?”
“No? I was just leaving”
And the males.
Amazing how a creature can go from this scary, ugly thing…
To all cute and innocent looking with a slight change in head position. I would buy a car from that face!
Ellies in the mist
If the babies can keep from getting crushed, this is a pretty good time in life.
Eat, sleep, sun bathe.
The pups gain about 10 pounds per day eating the incredibly fat-rich milk. The milkfat is over 50%. For comparison, human's is about 4%.
Growing is hard work.
I’m not sure how normal this is, but this female on the left (that’s her pup in the middle) allowed the other (seems to be full grown) seal on the right to feed.
The pup moved right out of the way. The mother looked at the other adult and just put her head back down.
Although, I guess there is a lot of that going around.
And, just because, Pelicans.
And a bridge.
I need to figure out how to make my job Driving Around California Photographing Shit.
Or, maybe that’s just what makes days off special?