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excuses. It's been eight months since there were any new pictures
so I'm way past due. In my defense, I've been way busy at work (I
just took two consecutive days off, the first time I've done that since
2009), but still. Hope these are worth the wait.
I did have to paint the house trim last fall. There were parts of that job that were a little scary.
One day about the same time we had an unusual visitor in
our front yard. The roadrunner is the New Mexico state bird, and
I've seen plenty of them in the foothills and other places near the
outskirts of the city, but we seldom see them deep in the heart of the
urban areas. This guy came by to snack on the bugs in the
flowers. Unfortunately, he also snacked on the lizard who lived
in the garden, who also liked to snack on the bugs.
One day the bed grew a tail.
Zoe and Bob wanted some attention, but Ian only had time for his phone (more on Bob and Ian below).
Pat carved another really great pumpkin for Halloween '10. Bob was ready to lend a paw if needed.
Of course there was Christmas. We didn't build a gingerbread
house this year, but on the big day we were all ready for presents.
Pat gave me a great little video camera. A couple of videos
are posted below.
It's hard to tell who's winning.
As spring started to warm up, Bob's favorite thing is to roll in the
dead Bermuda grass. He's happy now, but he won't be when Pat
starts to clean him up.
Bob's favorite game, however, is tug-of-war (see the dog toy video
below). And he gets reproachful if you don't get into it as much
as he does. So one Sunday a few weeks ago he and I were going at
it with one of his rope toys, and suddenly there was this "pop" sound
(Pat heard it from the kitchen sink). Bob showed no reaction at
all, but I stopped pulling immediately. We took a look, and one
of his upper front teeth had broken off! Pat took him into the
vet's the next day. She said he'd probably be just fine, but she
could extract the rest of the tooth if we wanted her to. Bob's
teeth needed a good cleaning anyway, which was going to require him to
be anesthetized, so we had her go ahead. He's just about all
healed up now. We still play tug-of-war, just a little more
gently, and only after making sure he's got the toy behind his canines.
Bob has acquired a Hobbit name from this incident - Snarltooth Grumblefuk. Tolkien would be proud.
Finally, here are a couple of videos from my new camera. I'm
trying to decide the best trade-off between file size and video
quality, so these are kind of big files. The first is Bob and Zoe
playing with their Christmas toys, and the second shows just how much
Bob loves Ian (and he's actually pretty sedate is this one!).
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