Shrine to Cones

OH YES. There it was – innocently sitting outside a building in Philadelphia -  A SHRINE TO MY BELOVED PINE CONES.  Was that a tear of joy in my eye, or just something stuck in my mad scientist eyebrow that was tickling me? TEAR OF JOY Love, Bogart

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Here, Tiger Tiger Tiger

A spiffy tiger print new treat bag, that is!  And yes, I needed one.  See the photo below as proof: See the crappy plastic baggie on the left?   That’s what mama usually uses to carry around my treats on our daily walkies.  I always hear about plastic not degrading, but can attest to the fact…

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Run Wild and Free Jupie

My heart is broken.  My dear Airegirl friend Jupie has passed away. Longtime followers of my blog know Jupie well – along with Kermit and Robin (who has also sadly left us) – as either the Mareike-Dales or more affectionately, The Mobsties.  There was nothing – NOTHING – so good as going over to Mareike’s…

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Stick-ebana

Most days, this is what my front door looks like.  An assorted pile of sticks that I have brought home from my daily travels.  I like it this way – if I decide to take a stick with me it is waiting for me, and if I don’t then I know exactly where I left…

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