Thursday, August 20, 2009
Finally Friday (Madi is back)
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Thursday this and that
Here are a few more pictures from our trip to the Yadkin Valley Wine Trail....
Madi is camera shy today.
Raffaldini's winery was in a beautiful location in the Yadkin Valley area of North Carolina.
The Brushy Mountains can be seen in the distance. The winery had quite an impressive entrance.
The land around the winery reminded me of scenes from the movie "Under the Tuscan Sun".
Madi is camera shy today.
Raffaldini's winery was in a beautiful location in the Yadkin Valley area of North Carolina.The land around the winery reminded me of scenes from the movie "Under the Tuscan Sun".
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Where is the pork....Wednesday
Mom was making some mighty fine smelling vittles last night. Her George Foreman grill was sitting in this very spot with pork chops sizzling. My plan was to let the grill cool off then sneak a lick before she washed it. Mom has eyes in the back of her head and she can read kitty minds too. She got the grill washed before I could get to it...then she dried it with this blue towel under me. By the time I got to the counter top, all I had was a faint aroma of pork chops in the air. So plan B was to absorb some of the lovely aroma from the towel into my fur then lick myself into a porky coma. By the look in my eyes it worked. Madi
Monday, August 17, 2009
Topsy Turvy Tuesday
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Dachshund Chronicles: Staying w/Grandparents
Another random Toto story (1974-1984 first family pet) Normally when we were going out of town for the weekend, we'd leave Toto with my parents. Like most animals getting in the car meant one of two things vet or fun. He was a smart little fellow. The Vet was only two blocks from home which took about 5 minutes. After a few extra minutes in the car, he knew he was headed for FUN...aka over the hill and through a few lights to Granny's house we go. Toto had my parents wrapped around his itty bitty tiny red paws. He loved his Mighty Dog food except when he was with them. All of a sudden it became the worst food. He would go on a hungry strike. He knew my mom would go to McDonalds to buy him a plain hamburger 2 times a day. Thankfully she did not give him the bun. This is the same woman who told me my daughter, her only grandchild, would eat something when she got hungry enough. Talk about spoiling, it was the dog she spoiled not the child.
Note: picture is just for color....Mom liked the chair
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