Flannel Shirt

Gilly intruding my space

Gil, my best buddy

Synchronized Sleeping

We're going through our summer heatwave. I realize that a couple of days hitting 100 degrees is nothing compared to what the rest of the world is going through, but we're not used to it so we're all dragging around here.

This photo was from a couple weeks ago, during the Olympics. Gill and Sully were bored with the synchronized diving and so displayed their own competition: synchronized sleeping.

I must admit, I'm not getting much heavy lifting out of Joan. Then again, she's not getting much heavy lifting out of me.

Me and my new bestest buddy

When you're done bouncing around I'm a good place to land.

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UPDATE: The caption on the picture indicates "Bob and Gilly" and Gilly really is my new bestest buddy, but this was actually his little bro, Sully, who has freckles on his nose. Sully is a little farther down on my bestest buddy list. But what do I know? My eyes were closed.

Farewell, Arabella

Sunday night Arabella moved to her new family. 

They are a nice family in the complex where I live. Arabella is good at being endearing. I saw the father this morning and asked how she did. He gave her some of her treats, she loves her treats, and she ended up sleeping with them. She has a way of insinuating herself into people's hearts.

So I guess everything's okay. That's good. 

When I showed up at Joanie's today she was  working in the front yard and Gilly and Sully were out with her on leashes. Gilbert gets ecstatic when he sees me. He starts yelping and getting all doggie devotional. So I gave him a good rubbing and scratching and that seemed to satisfy him. The guys will help me manage the transition to catlessness.

Went down to the Columbia River

That's Mount Hood in the distance, overlooking the Columbia River. Joan and I took the dogs down to a park along the river on Thursday. Gilly would chase after sticks thrown into the water but Sully, being the less adventurous, just stood onshore and watched.

We saw this piece of driftwood which apparently has become home to several different plants growing out of it.

 

The doggies

These photos are from a week ago, when Joan and I took the dogs out to the dog walk on Mount Tabor. 

Here they are posing. Please note that Gilly can roll his tongue. In fact, these dogs have a little too much tongue for my taste. They lick, lick, lick.



Here's the view from Mount Tabor. The neat thing about Portland is that it's a city and yet it's got the feeling of a small town. Or, more accurately, fifty small towns.