So happy to be in Our World

Thank you, Lady Fi, for this timely springtime photo challenge on Our World Tuesday. My husband has just taken some wonderful photos of desert flowers as well as photos of our bonny dog, Bonnie-Belinda.
I was completely unable to get the pictures to open in iPhoto, but eventually my husband managed to get a few of them onto there.
I've mentioned, before, the tediousness of my computer, and it continues to worsen, so I'd better post our photos while I can.
For those of you who were wondering, Bonnie is becoming more and more adventuresome as she realizes she is home to stay. Her life before the SPCA is a mystery except for the obvious fact that she'd been abused. We're thrilled that we were able to adopt her, and more thrilled that she is adapting well.

Photos by Richard Schear

1. DESERT FLOWERS

2. BONNIE WONDERS IF FLOWERS ARE EDIBLE

3. BEWARE OF CACTI HIDING BESIDE THE PATH

Photos of our Bonnie Belinda

APOLOGIES TO LADY FI and to anyone else who notices this post came up twice. I'm very sorry, but I'm having trouble with my computer and hence trouble with posting to Our World. —K

It's hard to get portraits of our new little dog, Bonnie-Belinda, because she is always moving. She's like a non-stop wind-up toy. We've been so used to photographing our elderly Golden Retriever, our much-beloved Lindy, who loved to pose for photos when she was younger, and didn't move much when she grew older.
However, here are a few Bonnie shots we've managed to garner during the past month:
My dear friend Judith, now back in Canada (albeit the far east coast) after several years in England, loved this one of Bonnie sleeping on  the couch, all tucked in behind my knee:



My favourite is still this one of her perched on the arm of the couch. She loves perching up on one end or the other, to get the best possible view, I suppose.



Here she is looking for new blades of grass coming up in our back lawn, followed by a photo of her eating the fresh new grass.





Sharing this, albeit a day late, with Lady Fi's popular meme Our World Tuesday.

Spring cleaning is two dirty words here

"What's on your mind?" Facebook always asks me. Sometimes there's nothing on my mind, which condition I attribute to my steadily advancing age.

We've had a lot of fun

However, right now, as well as many, many times in the past few years, my mind has been on dumpsters. Our garage, our shed, and even our house — full of enough junk to fill two dumpsters! Only one or two of the things in there will ever see the light of day, and then only when my husband takes out what few items he needs for his work.

Yes, it's nice having a husband who, in his senior years and retired from teaching, is still working. I appreciate that, I really do, and I’m very proud of him. But his work and his extracurriculars leave him no time for anything other than working, playing tennis, playing something called pickle ball, refereeing high school sports and walking the dog. Therefore, but certainly not as a direct result of either the dog or the pickle, he has no interest in ridding our property of superfluous superflussities.

With all due deference, wife to husband, I must insist that I do not want to die and leave all the junk for his daughters to clean up.

They are dear young women but they would be well within their rights to burn down the garage, the shed, and even the house, were it not illegal and dangerous to theirownselves as well as to the neighbours.

Himself in Ecuador

I was younger once

So now I'm looking online to see if I can find a dumpster rental company, preferably one staffed by several very strong young men, because whatever strength I ever once had, is a distant memory. I remember I could outrun my brother Rob for about 100 yards (or metres) when he was 14 and I was 35, but that was grim determination more than athleticism. And it was also half my lifetime ago.

Sigh.

In addition to Dick's daughters, we have to consider Rob, and also my niece Jodi. As executors of my will, they might also have to come out to eastern Alberta from western British Columbia, to help with dumpster-loading. 

I don't wish that dumpster-loading chore on anyone, except maybe-perhaps my husband hisownself — but he is unavailable, due to pickle balls, tennis balls, basketballs, footballs, and the abovementioned employment.

Je t’adore, mon cher Richard, I really truly do, but I must confess I would much rather you had fewer balls.

Hoping to link with Lady Fi's wonderful meme, Our World Tuesday

No fun for me with this toy story

I've just caught our silly little dog, Bonnie-Belinda, eating her 'indestructible' Kong toy. I suspected she had strong jaws, and now know she certainly has...I've never seen a dog destroy this kind of toy.

Now I'll have to follow her around every time she  is outside, to inspect for chunks of red rubber. Not a fun job, but someone's gotta do it, right?

My husband will be so glad he's out of  town on business. I just hope I have good news for him when he phones. Not exactly the sort of thing about which one says "It will all come out in the wash"! I'm just glad I got health insurance for her just last week.

PS: the veterinary hospital gave us a special dog food to bring home yesterday and it seems to have worked overnight. What isn't working today is my ability to upload any more photos other than the ones of "Sheldon" and the RCA Victor dog, shown below. Bonnie looks like a mixture of the two.

We don't have the results of her DNA test back yet, but I suspect her lineage to be something along the lines of  'Sheldon' here, and/or the RCA Victor dog:

"Sheldon" as seen recently at http://dnamydog.com/

 "His Master's Voice"

Sharing with Our World Tuesday, although it is now Wednesday. Thanks, Fi, for this wonderful meme.