#Project365: Bo & Bean Week (Last day! 134/365)

Bo & Bean have a million places in the house to sleep – several dog beds, old comforters, sofas, even our bed (Bean can still jump up, Bo can’t).  However, they usually end up some place together, and yesterday morning I found them spooning on an old comforter.  I accidentally woke Bo while grabbing my camera, but luckily he only rolled over and didn’t get up, so you still get the picture.   Though I think he finds her annoying sometimes, I’m so glad we found a compatible dog companion for him.  I want to make sure I can always look back and know that we gave him the best life possible.


#Project365: Bo & Bean Week (133/365)

Bean is not very photogenic.

She makes stupid faces and about 80% of the time she closes her eyes when the camera flashes.  Bobo is a perfect little prince in most of his pictures; he’s a natural model.  Thursday, when trying to take shots for Bo & Bean week, for once Bean was being a sweetheart and posing nicely for me.  Seeking attention, Bobo decided to photobomb her…twice!

#Project365 – Bo & Bean Week (132/365)

This is my true love.

I’m not sure why I decided to take care of a dog when I was fresh out of college and could barely afford to take care of myself, but for some reason I went to the animal shelter and saw this sweet face and never looked back.  A shelter employee said, “You don’t want that dog.  We have a lot of puppies over here…”  This made me want him even more.  They had him listed as a pit mix, curious since he only barely looks like a pit and they would have had an easier sell if they made something (anything) else up instead.  His shelter name was Bam Bam, but he never once answered to it.   He had been found as a stray, running around Greensboro.  At one point, he had been someone’s pet because he knew basic commands and was completely housetrained.  It’s strange to think that the same 1 year old pup is now my 10 year-old old man.  He has slowed down a bit, preferring to bum around on the furniture rather than try to escape, and has more than a little white fur on his face and body, but he will always be my baby – the only dog I have ever (and will ever) own all by myself.

Retro-Bobo, around age 3 or 4.  So brown!

#Project365 – Bo & Bean Week (131/365)

Our backyard is not what one would consider “well-maintained.”  We keep the front yard in relatively nice working order, but our backyard should feel lucky when it gets mowed.  It’s a wasteland of weeds, holes dug by Bean, an overgrown garden and one struggling pink dogwood.

This, of course, makes Bean very happy.  She frolics in the grass if it starts to get high and sometimes munches on the weeds.  She murders stuffed animals, digs holes and sticks the stuffing inside.  As you saw in my previous post, she spends a lot of time wrestling Bobo (and, even though she’s much younger and stronger, always lets him win).

So, here is Bean munching on some weeds for my pic of the day:

#Project365 – Bo & Bean Week (130/365)

To kick off Bo and Bean week, here is a shot of the two crazy kids playing in the back yard. They may look like they’re going to kill one another, but this is how they always play!

Bobo, the reddish-brown dog, will be 10 years old in July.  I rescued him from a shelter in Greensboro when he was 1 year old and I was fresh out of college.  He’s a little bit of every breed, all mixed together into a beautiful mutt.  Bobo is my best friend, and the man of my life before I even met my husband.  He has an independent streak and used to be quite the escape artist.  He also has an opinion about a lot of things and isn’t afraid to voice it.

Bean (AKA Cocoa AKA Cocoa Bean), the chocolate brown/black dog, was rescued from a shelter near Topsail Beach in 2008 at 5 months old.  My husband and I were casually looking for a young shelter dog to keep Bobo company (and to keep him young).  He fell in love with Bean immediately.  She was a very nervous and timid pit/boxer/lab mix who has blossomed into the single most loving dog I have ever met.   At first we were worried that she had something wrong with her vocal cords since she does not bark at all, but our vet told us to wait it out and she will find her voice.  Well, now she’s 2 1/2 and still very rarely barks.  I have probably heard  her bark a total of 10 times since she joined the family.

So, now you know a bit about my precious mutts, so I hope you enjoy Bo & Bean week!

Project 365: The Outtakes

Sometimes I have more than one good shot in the same day.  Here are some of the ones I loved, but decided to pass on when choosing my daily pic.

Hope you enjoy 🙂

Sunrise :


My friend’s dog, Clementine:

Candle & reflection:

My beautiful old man:

Water drops on trees:

Not pretty, but random:

Wet bridge!

My friend’s dog (and Cocoa’s much larger doppelganger), Armani:

Another dog friend, Lexi:

Bobo & Cocoa:  BFF

Police horse stomping poop:

Airborne Cocoa!

More pictures…

I updated my Project 365 with pictures from days 3, 4, and 5, all days I spent in my hometown with my family for Mawmaw’s visitation and funeral.  I, of course, did not spend a lot of time with a camera in hand, but captured a few shots for my project I felt reflected my brief time at home.  Those were posted on my Project 365 page, but here were  a few that didn’t make the cut:

My sister’s dog, the always adorable Reilly.

Bobo, acting silly for a treat

A yard turtle at my parents’ house…yes, very random.

A stool I have always loved, at Mamaw’s house

evidence of Mawmaw’s green thumb, all around her home

The last three pictures were taken with my iPhone instead of my regular camera, and I have to say I was still impressed with how they turned out.   We’re back home and getting settled in.  I think I’ll take the Nikon to work with me tomorrow in case I get inspired to make Day 6 a work picture.

December 2009: Epic Picture Post

BOBO: My New Year’s Resolution is to update this blog more often. I know my loyal fans are sick of waiting 6 months in between posts!

COCOA: I’ve been a bad girl. What else is new, ha ha!

BOBO: Hope everyone had a Merry Christmas. Here are some pictures from the last few months to get you through the New Year. Sorry for the lack of commentary.

COCOA: I’m still cute, by the way, even though I’m now 2 years old…

BOBO: After a nice jog in the rain (I’m joking. I hated it).
COCOA: Bobo was a baby. The rain run was fun! 

BOBO & COCOA: SOCK WARS 2009!!!!!!!

COCOA: Our new favorite hang-out: the patio furniture!

BOBO: We dressed up for Halloween this year, to greet the Trick-or-Treaters.
COCOA: Dressing up was stupid…

BOBO: I thought it was fun…
COCOA: Easy for you to say. You got to be the prince. I had to wear this dumb dress…
BOBO & COCOA: Merry Christmas!

#88: Jog a mile in the rain

I have been slack and so this post has been delayed a couple of weeks.

After my 101 list laziness of September, I re-checked the list to see if there was something that spoke to me.  Nothing really stood out.

One afternoon during the first week of this month, I had sudden inspiration.  I had just arrived home from work and the dogs were anxious for a walk, but it was raining.  Not pouring, but raining hard enough that people would be crazy to walk the dogs in it.

Here is my super-special secret:  rain gives me power!  I used to jog about 30 miles a week back in 2005-06 or so.  That was when I discovered that a light drizzle was the BEST running weather.  Right now I’m a fat schlump and I can barely jog, so I thought my “Jog a mile in the rain” was a goal best suited for the future after I had gotten into a little bit better shape.  Then I remembered:  rain gives me power!

I leashed the dogs and set out on my journey.  After about 10 minutes of walking, I began a slooooooow jog and kept going at a slow pace for 20 minutes.  People drove by and looked at us like we were nuts.   I made the mistake of wearing a big baggy t-shirt which began to drag on me with the weight of the water.  We splashed a lot.  Still, I know I can usually power walk a mile in 15 minutes or so, so 20 minutes of continuous joggings was surely a mile?  Right?  RIGHT?  I’m counting it anyway.

Pros to jogging inthe rain:  My fat arse can jog for 20 minutes straight, when I usually jog for about 5 min max at a time.  Rain Gives Me Power!

Cons to jogging in the rain:  I can handle all of them, with one exception.

The evil copperhead snake.

I guess Mr. Copperhead was washed out of his evil copperhead snake nest because he was coiled up in the middle of the street.  We must have jogged by him without noticing him (or else he moves very fast!) because I didn’t see him until we were coming back DOWN the street.

I wish my life was a movie and someone had caputured this on film.  By this time, we were walking post-jog.  The dogs were trotting.  I was into the music on my iPod.  The rain was still coming down.   Suddenly, there he was.  Coiled up, evil triangle head sticking up in the air.   I said, out loud, “F*ckf*ckf*ck!!!” and yanked 100 lbs worth of dogs off their collective feet and into the air.   I had the shudders all the way home.


The worst part of running in the rain is taking off your rain-soaked clothes and shoes.  Doubly bad if you have wet, angry dogs.  Cocoa didn’t mind, as she seems to love the water.  Bobo on the other hand was PISSED.


Bobo does not approve of this. cocoa

Cocoa:  too dumb to care?


While Bobo sulked, Cocoa too this oppportunity to lick the water from his body, cat-style.

This has been one of my favorite check-offs so far 🙂

July 2009: Get prepared for a posting marathon!

BOBO: So, Dad’s at work and Mom’s playing with her new washer and dryer. Cocoa and I have been outside all day long and now we’re both pooped. Suddenly – a thought! I’ve decided that we will catch all of you up to speed.

COCOA: I guess I’ll help a little bit.

BOBO: You’ll do more than a little bit! We’re going to take turns here.

COCOA: Ok ok, I’ll get comfortable here on the couch (don’t tell Mom!)

BOBO: Where did we leave off? Oh yes, last December. After our mountain vacation, we took another trip in the car. Do you remember where, Cocoa?

COCOA: What? Oh sorry. I was distracted. Did you hear that sound? I think I heard something outside. Be right back.

BOBO: Never mind, just ignore her. ANYWAY, after the weekend trip to the mountains, we got back in the car and went a house we have visited a few times. This time, it was very full of people. Big people, little people, and other dogs. One of the dogs was little but he didn’t really have much to say. The other one –

COCOA: I’m back. It was nothing.

BOBO: Of course it was nothing. I was just talking about those dogs we hung out with last winter.

COCOA: Oh yeah. I’m going to tell this story, ok? So, we met these two dogs and they were nice but one of them was really little and the other was just kind of little and the really little dog didn’t really talk to us but the kind of little dog had a lot to say and not all of it was good.

BOBO: Breathe.

COCOA: I’m telling the story! Ok, then the little dog told me that he is in charge of his house and that if people don’t do what he says he GROWLS or BITES at them! Most of the time he just kisses them, but sometimes he says it’s ok to GROWL. He also told me that he was bigger than me and Bobo but he was lying because I saw him beside Bobo and he was smaller. PLUS he said that I was bigger than Bobo too which isn’t true b/c Bobo can beat me up and I still can get on Mom & Dad’s laps. Right, Bobo?

BOBO: Um….sure Cocoa. You’re just a tiny little thing.

COCOA: Why are you laughing?

BOBO: Never mind. The point is that we spent some time with a bunch of people and some other dogs. It was fun. I don’t like getting in the water, but I like looking at it and the house had a nice deck with a view of the lake.

COCOA: I tried to get in the water!

BOBO: That’s because you’re an idiot. We only stayed a couple of days, then we went back home again.

COCOA: I know what happened next! Let me tell it!

BOBO: Go ahead. I’m going to go stretch out in the sun for a bit.

COCOA: Ok – next came my birthday! Mom & Dad told me I was born on December 15, 2008. Bobo was born on July 4, 2000. On July 4, 2008 Bobo got a big fat steak! So, I was really excited to get a big fat steak for my birthday! But I only ended up getting a big fat bone! It was delicious and I ate it all in an hour.

I asked Bobo why he got a big fat steak and I only got a big fat bone and he said, “Maybe it’s because I don’t have a lot of birthdays left.” I don’t know what he meant, but he looked sad when he said it so I didn’t ask anything else.

Where did he go? Anyway, I know what came after that. We did a lot of stuff in December. We went on another car trip and we rode for a while but it wasn’t terrible and I slept most of the time and when we got out of the car we were at the fun house in the woods. The little dog Doza was there, but another girl dog was there too. Her name is Reilly and she’s cool but she’s kind of scared like I am.

BOBO: I’m back. Too many bugs.

COCOA: I was telling everyone about Reilly and Doza.

BOBO: Oh yes. I don’t know Doza very well, but I have known Reilly for years. She’s cool, but she likes to spend time alone. I love going to the house in the woods because I’m allowed to explore the neighborhood.

COCOA: I had fun! Everyone pets me! Everyone gives me presents! I play in a big yard!

BOBO: We stayed for a few days. It was fun, but I missed Dad.

COCOA: Me too. Then we went home and I gave him one zillion kisses. You did too!

BOBO: Let’s see…what happened after that. Oh yea – snow day. It was just a tiny fluff of snow, but I usually don’t see any. I saw it more when I was young.

COCOA: I had no idea what was going on, but I liked it! It tasted good and was cold on my feet.

BOBO: I was happy for the Spring. What happened next?

COCOA: OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG we got graaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaass!! Lots of new grass in the back yard. I love it so much!

BOBO: Geez, calm down! You’re making me dizzy! Yes, I also love the grass. The dirt was fun to dig in, but the grass feels wonderful on my feet and my belly. Then Dad made a brick path and I like to walk up and down over to the gate.

COCOA: No, before the bricky bricks came the new stuff inside the house! Mom & Dad kept moving all of the stuff around the house. They ripped up the floor! Ripped up the floor! I wanted to cry b/c I didn’t know what I was going to lay on all day. They left the floor in some of the rooms so I went to those.BOBO: That’s right – before the stuff outside, Mom & Dad put down new floors. I knew they wouldn’t leave it concrete but Cocoa was really worried. It was kind of funny. As soon as they started putting the floors down, I just made myself right at home. The hammering was annoying though.
COCOA: I know! I didn’t want to come in. I stayed in the bedroom. When they were done I liked it though.

BOBO: Me too. Now I have the option of a cool floor or a couple of nice rugs. There’s even a good one at the front door, so I can relax AND scope out the neighbors. Then came the moving of the beds.

COCOA: I don’t like this one.

BOBO: Yeah, but I’m used to it now. So the little bed we used to use got taken away and Mom & Dad moved their bed into that room. THEN THEY DIDN’T LET US ON IT! They closed the door so we couldn’t get in.

COCOA: AND they kicked us out of their bed!!! They got this great big bed and I said whooo hooo b/c there was now plenty of room for all of us since I used to get kicked sometimes but then they brought in new comfy bedthings and when I tried to get up there they say that word I hate so much – NO! No, you have to sleep in your little dog bed.

BOBO: In all fairness, our little beds are comfortable.

COCOA: I know, but I want to cuddle! Now I have to cuddle with you!

BOBO: Like you didn’t anyway.COCOA: The same thing happened when new things came in the big room. I’m used to getting on the big green couch whenever I want, but they brought in red ones instead and when I tried to get up they said “No!”

BOBO: Not always, though.

COCOA: No, sometimes they say, “Okay Okay” and then I get up. So now I know to wait and look at them and if it’s ok they say “Okay Okay” and if it’s not they say “No.”

BOBO: I get up there when they’re at work.

COCOA: I know! I can’t b/c I stay in my little house. They know you get up there, though, b/c Mom always says you leave your hair everywhere.

BOBO: Can’t help it. I’m a hairy man.

COCOA: So, we went to the dog park today. I had fun. Last time, I almost got eaten! I’ve never had that many other rush at me all at once, and I was scared. One of the dogs tried to munch on me! I tried to dig a hole and bury myself in it.

BOBO: I felt bad for you, but that guy was really mean. He shouldn’t have been there. Today was better, though. Everyone was nice.

COCOA: Yeah, today was fun. I made some friends, but it was HOT outside and I was happy to come home and pass out.

BOBO: Speaking of, I’m going to go get Mom and tell her we caught up our blog. I’m sure she’ll want to put up stupid pictures of us.