Since December, our little family has been myself, Joe and Molly, our little beagle. But as of tomorrow it is only going to be Joe and I again. As it turns out, beagles like to howl. Since Joe and I work all day, Molly has to stay in her crate (which makes me so sad) and she howls because we are gone. This does not bode well with the neighbors. We own a condo that has people living below us and they have complained. On top of that, my husband, despite all his efforts, is just not a dog lover. He got Molly for me, hoping she would grow on him, but she hasn’t. A friend of ours who lives down the street owns a beagle, Harley, and wanted to find him a little play mate. When he heard about our Molly trouble, he asked if he could take her. After much crying and thinking about it, we’ve decided it’d be better for Molly to have a little friend so she wouldn’t be lonely all day in her crate. I am very sad about it but I know it’s what is best for her.
What would you do if you had access to a really nice camera only for one night? Have a picture taking contest, of course! Joe and I headed off to downtown Orlando tonight, camera in tow, and took turns snapping shots. I’ll let you be the judge…which picture do you think is best?
Joe’s Picture #1 : A spooky shot of me outside an old house.
Joe Picture #2 : A shot of me looking at the city
Catie’s Picture #1 : Joe adjusting his hat (I climbed a tree to take this picture and just as I got situated a group of people we knew yelled from across the street, “Is that Catie Loveless in a tree?!” Yes, it was. Thank you very much. A minor embarassment, all for the sake of art.)
Catie Picture #2 : Close up of Joe (This is my favorite – that husband of mine is just so good looking!)
“And if you mention that the meatloaf is dry, I’ll scratch your eyes out.”
“The Chef does everything but tell me my opinion, that’s what husbands are for!”
“If you think this chef’s hat is over the top, honey, you should see my maid outfit!”
“Little does he know…the Mrs. likes spankings!”
” I wonder what he’ll do when he finds out I shave my legs with his razor?”
“Smoking is believing…that my teeth will yellow and I will die of lung cancer.”