So █████ and I were walking across town on 9th Street on a recent frosty evening—Tuesday just past, to be precise—our arms laden with new purchases and our minds casting ahead to the pleasures of an evening at the Kettle of Fish on Christopher Street in the company of
Ella (accompanied by her pal Casey) demonstrates her rebounding technique:
Our close friend ❦ellapup has a 2006 calendar for sale. Check it out, and maybe pick up a copy and help her feel a little better about herself.
At last, captured by hidden camera, we can confirm who it is that's been reading our books while we're out.
She's fierce.
I wonder if dogs get ice headaches.
Ella, feelin' groovy....
Ella, closing in for the kill...
When █████ and I are out walking Ella and a kid asks us what kind of dog she is, sometimes we say, "She's not a dog, she's a bear!"
Happy first birthday, ❦ellapup! And many, many more! Some people have "bedhead" when they are awakened in the night. Ella has "bedface" instead.
Nyla is Ella's neighbor from upstairs. They battled evildoers and a red rubber ball in the back yard yesterday evening. 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10 11 12
█████ and Ella and I spent last weekend in western Massachusetts, at the country home of our friends Liz and Jim (yes, Liz and Jim of merry temple adventurers fame). Their house was fabulous and we had a terrific time. But one image in particular stands out in my mind. Ella
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