Where's fishy?

Today I was cleaning all the leaves out of our little whiskey-barrel pond and I couldn't find our fish anywhere. It was quite troubling; we've had this fish for 6 years and she has survived 6 winters, 1 move, and 2 dogs constantly drinking the water out of her small home. So when I couldn't see her I just assumed she had finally been lapped up by one of the dogs. I searched and searched, looking under all the lily pads and the big rock, but she was nowhere to be found. Eventually I gave up and came inside and told Big Omi, with a sniff. He looked out the window and there she was, swimming around in the pond like her usual self. Phew! Now, I wonder where she was hiding?

In other news, we made the drive to Chickasha today to enjoy their lovely park and the 80°F weather we had. Little Omi was a very big girl and went down the slide all by herself! (This was after going down about a million times while Daddy was holding onto her.) Quite a big step for everyone involved.

Oh, and we won our football game last night. All in all, a wonderful weekend. Go Sooners!

Flashback Friday: Double dose

The theme for this week's Flashback Friday is "Your and your pet!" Hooray!

We had some wonderful pets when I was growing up. In these photos you get to meet Dot and Jersey. Dot was a Welsh Corgi whose full name was Dotwyn Evenstar (oh yes, my parents were total Tolkien nerds, so I come by it honestly—before Dot, we had two Skye Terriers named Bifur and Mithral Muggins.) In this photo Dot is a bit of an adolescent, just growing into those big ears. When she was sleepy, her ears would sink further down on either side of her head and we would call her "Yoda ears." The other bit I love about this photo is the crazy lavender feathery clip I've chosen to adorn my hat. Does anybody else remember these? I think they were like rabbit's foot keychains—you could only get them at fairs and carnivals.

The second photo is of my sister and our cat Jersey. Jersey was older than me, which was always difficult for me to wrap my brain around, but I knew to always gave him proper respect. He wasn't a real lovey-dovey type of cat. I remember trying to touch his soft little pink toes when he was sleeping because he'd never let me do that when he was awake. My sister was most likely sick when this was taken; in our house you got to lie on the sofa with your pillow and a nice quilt* and watch TV all day when you stayed home from school.

These photos really bring back some wonderful memories and serious nostalgia for our childhood home. Thanks, Fiona, for the wonderful theme!


*And your binkie. If you look closely at her shoulder, you can see the lovingly frayed edges of Blue-Ba, my sister's baby blanket.