Spazzy dog, agility version

Last week we had our 7th agility class. Tom graciously agreed to take some pictures (yes, it's really weird for me to be on the other side of the lens.



"I love to jump!"





"I LOVE TO JUMP!!"







Through the power of Photoshop, you can see HOW FAR AHEAD Zelda feels she needs to launch herself.






Proof that she can do a sit + stay. No one seems to believe me that this occurs.





We interrupt your regularly scheduled Zelda for a quick shot of a cute class mate:






Ok, back to Zelda:



Here we have bonus dog AND Suzanne ass-shot.
Zelda sez: "I love chute!"








"I conquer the chute! The chute is mine!"








"Ok, Ok, gotta concentrate. Monkey is trying to get me to do something... something to do with these white sticks..."



"Wait, we're done? Ok. Well, the monkey seems pleased, and when the monkey is pleased..."




"...we get..."



"...OMGZ treats!"



"Om nom nom"




"More hotdog, plz?!?"

photography - and not mine for once

I've taken it upon myself to scan and archive aaaaalll the family photos. One of the perks is coming across gems like these:























I'm not sure who took them, but I'm guessing it's Dad. He took a couple photography classes in college. I really what I've found. I wish there were more remnants from those days.

Old photos of the author

The period of my life which shall henceforth be known as The Great Scanning Project of '08 is finally finished. Except for a few stragglers, 1,677 of my family's photos are now in digital form and online via Flickr. Praise jeebus. For a while, my entire life was scanning/photoshopping/uploading.

Also, all these pictures of young Suzanne are very... telling...


Here we have a typical young Suzanne on a summer day circa the 1990.







Here's a beautifully crafted cardboard maze I made for some mice. Unfortunately (or fortunately, from my parents' and the mice's point of view), I couldn't catch any, so I put some snakes in it instead:







...and frolicking with a puppy







Back before my family caught on to that crazy "spay/neuter" fad, my hobby was donning winter coat and ski gloves and catching feral kittens in the barn. Here's a couple of the more tame ones:







My family went camping a lot












We had a big garden, too.






See where I get it from?

rusty

Found this old snaffle bit in my parent's barn. It had fallen behind the tack cupboard and sat there for a few years. It's pretty much useless for it's original purpose now, so I took it home and hung it on my wall.