I make a lot of excuses for not blogging: I’m too busy, I’m too tired, I have nothing to say, I hate everything. But they’re all lame excuses. We all have at least ten idle minutes in our day that could be spent doing something productive. Which is why I’m introducing “Ten-Minute Tuesdays,” in which I take exactly ten minutes to blog about whatever inspires me. On Tuesdays, hence the name. What you’re reading is largely unedited (by the way, my writing skills turn to crap when I write linearly and unedited-ly… see?), and I’ve got about 7 1/2 minutes to go.
Without wasting anymore precious time (now I have five minutes because I’ve been staring into space for the past 90 seconds), I’d like to introduce you to the dogs in my life. I also like to refer to my dogs as my home skillets, because that’s just how I roll.
This is Iris– also known as Fatty. She’s fat, and I love her.
My sisters attached the wings and little tail.
I love experimenting with my 1975-ish manual camera, the Minolta, and the dogs are my favorite subjects. They’re photogenic.
That’s Maddie, the old lady, lounging in my chair. She’s not as enthusiastic about the camera, but it loves her anyway.
And these aren’t my dogs– rather John’s family’s– but I love this picture.
So. Much. Happiness.
It’s been longer than ten minutes (more like 20, so I clearly suck at this whole concept), but I should also add that my dogs are the smelliest in all the land. When Maddie opens her mouth, neurotically licking the air, you can smell her breath from across the room. But they’re some of my favorite living beings. And as much as they drive me crazy with their incessant barking and constant need to go in and out, I can’t imagine ever not having a dog. It’s healthy to live with someone who has such a pure soul.
I love cats, too, despite my allergies. But that’s for another day.