So it's official, Archer's more famous than me.
Mike and I watch English Premier League Football (soccer) and they have a thing where you can submit yourself, or your kids or your pets, dressed up for "Premier League Morning." We bought a scarf of our team, the Wolverhampton Wanderers (Wolves) --- which will come in really handy here in South Florida --- and submitted Archer wearing it. Then for weeks we looked for it... and then...
When he's wet, Archer likes to weave repeatedly around my legs in a figure-eight pattern, rubbing himself like a cat. Sometimes he picks one leg to circle instead. When he does he bumps into his own super-long tail... and bites it... turning himself into a neverending circle as he goes around and around.
I have two special new releases for you today, but first - we'd noticed Archie loves moving all his toys to his little house, but we didn't realize phase two was moving himself into his toy box. I guess this is what happens when hoarders fill out their real home...
Our boy is here! We were TOLD he's a Bordoodle, but we're pretty sure he's a BorShoodle (Border Collie/Baby Shark/Standard Poodle) and while he looks big in this photo, he's only twelve pounds and nine weeks old and an evil genius sent from another planet to taunt us.
If you don't think he could be part baby shark, I'd like to bring your attention to exhibit #1:
2021 seems MUCH better, eh?
Well, for what it is worth, I've made some New Year changes. I'm not approaching work with a AAAAH GET IT DONE FOR THE DAY!!! attitude -- allowing myself to get up from my desk and putter around a bit here and there instead of trying to get all my work done by lunch (I get up at 4 am). I'm one of those people who usually like to eat all the cake first so I can enjoy the icing at the end, but my "save the best (all my leisure time) for last" attitude was causing me stress. Plus, my hips apparently don't like sitting for eight hours straight the way they used to...
Hopefully, the neighbors don't mind smelling like hot dogs for six hours.
We waited a year and for the black Friday sale, but we finally bought a grill. (Now that we're in Florida, it's a law. We have to get a tiki bar soon or it's three years hard labor.) We're terrified of combustible tanks and don't like the toxic nature of charcoal, so we went with a Traeger smoker.
For Halloween, I went full Dr. Frankenstein and created a monster cinnamon bun. I'm not sure my hand on it here (with the tip already gnawed off --- of the bun, not my hand) really drives home how large this thing was. It begged me to eat it and put it out of its misery. What could I do?
A land crab sneaks up on gopher tortoise...Hoping I don't see this tortoise show up on Dateline...my CritterCam stopped before I saw the ending!
Today is the last day of summer and my personal zoo is still hopping!
Over to the right there is a Knight Anole (invasive species from Cuba), much larger than my baby local anoles! I can't get over his eyes -- totally looks like someone painted on his eyelids while he was sleeping.
We chased him from one side of the tree to the other to get this shot. I'd go to snap the photo and he'd shuffle to the opposite side...So I'd go to the other side and he'd shuffle back where he was... needed to get Mike to limit his options and get this shot.