While we were out on our walk this morning, I promised Olive the pug that we would make some pumpkin oatmeal dog cookies later in the day if she would be willing to help out. If I’m in the kitchen cooking, most likely Olive is sitting on her kitchen bed waiting for me to drop something good to eat on the floor. Asking was really not necessary. So this afternoon, we made the cookies and once they cooled down enough for her to try them, Olive gave them two paws up.
|The finished product|
|Olive waiting patiently on her kitchen bed for the cookies to hurry up and cool down.|
The other day when we were traveling down the road, we found ourselves in back of a car from Connecticut with a vanity plate that said “Booser.” I was wondering if they actually meant “Boozer.” When I pointed it out, Evan noticed that they had a license surround that claimed they were proud alumni of the University of Connecticut. “That figures,” I said, being a proud resident of Massachusetts. “No wonder they can’t spell.” But then, I thought that no one who was an actual boozer would want to advertise that on their license plate so it must mean something else…like one who boos a lot. Greg thought it must be a play on their name somehow, but I couldn’t think of a name that translates into a nickname Booser. Boo Radley was the closest I could come up with. What do you think?
I was having a hard time thinking of something for my Flickr 365 earlier this week and I was in Oxford, Massachusetts, near the cemetery where Clara Barton, founder of the American Red Cross, is buried. I decided to go take a picture of her headstone. I’ve been there and I’ve done that before so it felt a little redundant. Anyhow, long story short, the sun was not cooperating with me that day anyhow and I couldn’t get a good photo of the headstone. But, I noticed that the shadows were so strong that I could get a picture of myself walking through the woods.
Hope you are all having a great weekend!