Daily dose of adorable!

Not much time to write, so I thought I'd keep you entertained with adorably cute photos. Enjoy!

Daddy's pup, Roscoe, hiding under the table to avoid Mo.

Mo, enjoying the comfy doggie hammock on the drive out to AL.

Mo had a blast sniffing around the rest stops on the way to AL. Look at that stance!

The carpet at Poppa's house is great for napping.

Puppy play dates tucker Mo out!

At 3 months old, Mo weighs in at 14.7 pounds.
If we can just get this UTI cleared up we'll be doing great...

A finished knitting project: a happy little bluebird!

Beach Day!

Saturday was a BEAUTIFUL day and we could not keep ourselves from spending at least part of it outside! It was the first time that Dad and I brought our dogs to the beach, so it was a learning experience. Harley loved lounging in the sand, but was skittish around the waves and water. As a matter of fact, she tried to get as far from the water as possible! It was funny, but I was a bit disappointed because I had images of my silly dog splashing around in the waves. Oh well.


Joy relished baking in the sun (I managed to get burned even with SPF 50 sunscreen and sitting under an umbrella) and playing with the puppies. Harley is willing to get as much attention as possible.

Roscoe, on the other hand, LOVED the water! He splashed around, swam and tried to chase the shells and rocks rolling in the tide. Roscoe also wore himself ragged chasing after the shadows of sea gulls and airplanes. It was adorable!

Forsyth and a special surprise!

As promised here are some pictures of the lovely Forsyth Park.

Here is the azalea that has the splattering of pink in the center. I can't wait to see the crepe myrtle blooming soon!

Nothing says "Spring" like a dogwood in bloom.

The southern lawn of Forsyth Park. There is a lovely sidewalk that goes down the center and is covered with a canopy of trees and Spanish Moss.

This house has beautiful wisteria that drapes all along the porch.

And no park is complete without a fountain!

I spent the weekend before last at Dad's and got to meet his new buddy, Roscoe. After the bad thunderstorm this weekend, Roscoe has been acting up a bit. It's a small rough patch, but I'm sure that, with enough love and patience, both Dad and Roscoe will survive.

But on to the best news of all...I have a new roommate! I'm pleased to introduce Harley:

She's around 6 years old and is a German Shepherd/Lab mix. In my humble opinion, she's perfect. I picked her up from the Hilton Head Humane Association on Saturday and she settled right in at home. Even during the thunder storm and tornado sirens she didn't bark or whine or anything. She needs some work on commands like "stay" but is doing great with leash training. Best of all, she's just a big love-bug! She went right up to my neighbor to get some love and wants to say "Hi" to everyone at the park. She's mellow enough to just lounge around the house when I'm cooking or reading, but doesn't stay right underfoot. I think she may need to lose a few pounds, but seems to be in good health otherwise (although she is a bit lazy, so I'm going to have to ease her into being my running buddy).

It's funny, but just having Harley at home the last two days has really helped me to finally feel settled in. I actually did some knitting on Saturday (the first crafting I've done since I moved) and baked cookies on Sunday. I knew that this was the right apartment, and felt comfortable in it, but it wasn't until I brought Harley home that it actually felt like, well, a home.

The First Day of Spring

I plan to write more this weekend, when I have extended access to the Internet. But I wanted to just post a quick note to welcome Spring!

It's hard to tell that today is the first day of Spring here in Savannah because the parks have been a riot of color for at least the three weeks I've been here. The azaleas around Forsyth Park have been bursting in pinks, reds and whites and I've seen tulips and daffodils at various crossroads.

There is one bunch of azaleas in front of a house that I pass to get to Forsyth that makes me smile every time. Most of the bush is all white flowers, but down the middle is a streak of white with just a hint of light pink. It reminds me of the freckles that scatter across Reagan's nose in the summer.

My silver car has a yellow cast from all the tree pollen in the air, but luckily my allergies haven't been as bad as I feared. The grass is verdant and lush and the sky is a strikingly clear blue. Quite a change from the few tentative crocus flowers that usually mark the beginning of Spring in CT!

Tonight I head to Dad's to meet Roscoe, his Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, for the first time. Joy already warned me that I would fall in love with him. This will most likely weaken my resolve to wait 6 months before getting a dog of my own...