Fish Tales, Redux.

One of my fish, Tyson, went belly up today. It is the way of all fish, of course, but sometimes a guy can miss his fish. I got Tyson after the massive fish carnage I reported a year and a half ago in this post. Check it out, if you'd like. Or not. Anyway, farewell, fish. My your next life go swimmingly.

Walk This Way.

At The Manor, dogs Bo and Brady had their run of a big, fenced backyard, but laying around is what they did at the Manor most of the time, and I didn't pay a lot of attention to them. Since their move to Otis Road, their lot has improved. They're in a kennel most of the time now, but they get a walk every afternoon. Bo, the black Belgian Shepard, especially looks forward to his walks. By carefully marking just about every mailbox and storm drain he sees, Bo has managed in a very short time to accumulate quite a mass of land. Brady is not so concerned with all that. She had her run of the wild life, and lost a leg four or five years ago when she was hit by a car. She likes the company she gets on her walks, and leaves world domination to Bo.
Spring was a little late this year (Summerville's Azalea Festival had to make do a couple of weekends ago sans the azaleas, and, if you watched the Masters golf tournament, you maybe noticed that the camera crew tried to satisfy us with Wisteria instead of the azaleas Augusta normally has this time of year), but it's here now, and the flowers are as pretty as ever.
Man, what a beautiful day!

Pug Nation.

Neighbor's dog Elmo. I never can tell what he's thinking. But I'm pretty sure he wouldn't turn down a cheeseburger.

Horde. The cat is definitely horde.

My internet buddy, John in Illinois, has gone MIA. I've counted on him to supply opinions with which I don't necessarily agree (but enjoy reading), and pictures of kittehs and kitsch. I guess I'll sub for awhile. Caroline's kitty, Pharaoh, got up in the foosball pocket. Check out the World of Warcraft box on the floor beneath Pharaoh. For the uninitiated, World of Warcraft participants are in one of two gangs: alliance or horde. Check out the eyes. Yep. Pharaoh is definitely horde.

I 'taut I taw a Puddy Cat.

Watcha lookin' at Kenny?