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My amazingly wonderful godchild Emily, with technical assistance from an equally wonderful young man named Broneil, helped me buy an iPad. And lo and behold what did I find but that it takes pictures. Not only does it take pictures, but its screen is actually big enough for me to see what I’m taking a picture of. I have learned the hard way to not touch the little camera icon that apparently turns the camera’s eye towards the taker. At my age, that’s just scary. No one should see themselves that up close and personal after hitting sixty unless they

Some dogs view vacuum cleaners as the enemy, a scary and frightening beast to run from as quickly as possible. But not my Carm. My Carm views it as a rival for all the food my birds toss out of their cages. When I bring it out to sweep each morning and evening, he goes nuts trying to stay one step ahead of it so he can get to the food before the sweeper eats it. The sweeper always wins but my Carm never stops trying!

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One of the newest members of our family.

Take one look at the expression on that baby’s face and tell me if anyone will ever dare say no to her.

Her grandfather doesn’t stand a chance.

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Go to: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Kendall-Auto-Alaska/215418495496?ref=ts&fref=ts

Vote for Bird TLC and if we get enough votes, we’ll get $5000. As in Chicago, you can vote early and often. In fact, you can go back to the site and vote every day.

Help us help Alaska’s wild birds. Don’t let the scumbags who stole what little we have win.

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In my very distant youth, this was the diving bell found at the end of the Steel Pier in Atlantic City. For a price that I could never afford, you got to cram into it and then it was lowered into the ocean so you could look through those little windows and see the magic of the sea. I can’t believe anyone was brave enough to trust their lives to that piece of metal. But many did and all survived.

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But how can I resist torturing the little dog with her turned up nose and princess attitude. She is clearly begging to be dressed up in ridiculous things. So I give you BuddhaBubba in her brand new pink sunglasses (thanks Auntie Janis) to match her pink cap and pink fleece coat. The complete outfit will be photographed on her as soon as I figure out how to keep the hat on her for longer than two seconds.

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So as I always do when I get the upstairs birds out for their showers on Friday, Bubba and Carm have the option of going into the yard, if the weather is nice, or staying in the office while the birds are out. They chose to be outside. When I finished the birds, Carm was at the back upstairs door waiting to be let in. Bubba wasn’t. I figured she was downstairs in the sun and I’d go let her in when I got down there to do the other birds. I came downstairs with a full trash bag so

Not unlike the three amigos, they travel together and they are a force of nature. I’d show you their front but you’d be blinded by the beauty.

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Especially when you are sharing it with a family made up of some of the greatest people in the world. To say nothing of two little boys who could make the world bright in the midst of a eclipse with just the light from their eyes. Our world is going to be just fine so long as we continue to produce families like this. The future seems a little bit more secure now.

Love you Pruetts and Mushovics. Thanks for letting me be a part of your circle of love.

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One year ago today these two sweet dogs came into my life… ok, maybe sweet isn’t the right adjective here. After all, I just found out that Bubba has apparently be using the corner of my living room carpet to relieve herself at night so she doesn’t have to walk all the way to the dining room five feet away to pee on the pads I’ve put down for her. And Carm spends most of the night trying to shove a particularly smelly and questionable Santa Claus doll under my pillow so all those other dogs won’t get it. But