The Feline Fans

The OSU scarf works equally well for cats though it really is a little too big. The photos of the cats were much easier to take; they didn't enjoy the experience but at least they held still.

Pepper went first - not thrilled but she sat and posed for me:



Then I scooped up Kirby and forced her to comply - got this picture just as she was plotting her escape off the counter:



Beanie made no effort to hide his disgust at the exercise, trying to ignore me and pretend I wasn't right there in his face with a camera. He was not purring and he was not happy.





I didn't dare try to put the scarf on poor old Lucy for fear she'd launch into a fatal wheezing spell. Just didn't have the heart to do it.

Oh, and one last picture of a blind old OSU fan:



Kelly, I know if you'd have been here you would have jumped right in and had fun doing this ... there's no telling where else this scarf might show up in the future!

New Ohio State Fans - The Canines

I came across the Ohio State pet scarf that Kelly had bought some time ago, still in its packaging. Of course I knew what I needed to do ....

Pixie thought it was a big game - chewing, twisting, turning and finally pulling it off to run around the yard with the scarf in her mouth. Bad puppy.

Tyson behaved himself - though he didn't enjoy the process, he made sure to show me his best side with a nice smile. He's our only compliant child.

And Tango, well, she was so focused on playing ball that she didn't even realize that I had tied a scarf around her neck. The biggest challenge was to get her to sit still and stop staring at the ball at my feet. I finally got her to look up so I could take her picture, though the results weren't too terrific.

Kelly, I hope you appreciate these new Buckeye fans! You know how hard this was to do by myself! Now wait until you see the feline photos - they were actually easier to take than the dogs, if you can believe that!

They Don't Feed Me Any More ...

Or at least that's what the casual observer would think. Chris has stopped the morning routine of wet cat food (one small can, split between 4 cats - it wasn't much) and Kirby has just gone berserk looking for food. Evidently the dry cat food is no longer acceptable - the wet cat food treat (even though it lasted only a few months) was enough to spoil her. She meows incessantly in the kitchen, trolling for people food, jumping on the counters and has even lowered herself to munching on the dog food.

The other night she was making such a nuisance of herself while we were eating dinner that Chris gave in to her begging and gave her some ravioli - and she ate it! She also enjoyed some spaghetti sauce the other evening. She's really gone nuts in her old age!

Found in Winton Woods today: 2 Army men, one wounded, one on guard!

We helped with the Winton Woods Cleanup this morning, an annual Spring event to clean up litter and debris in the park. We were assigned to a team which was tasked with picking up litter out by West Fork Dam. It was no surprise to find water bottles, pop bottles, empty cans, old tennis balls and frisbees; some of the more interesting items were small toys like a My Little Pony figure, and these plastic Army men. And shoes. How do you lose a shoe in the park?? Chris retrieved 2 nasty tires (one with rim intact) and hauled them up a long steep hill to the road on top of the dam - painful hard work, thrashing through underbrush and trees since there was no path back to the top.

My parting thought - people, please STOP littering! Throw your stuff away in a trash can or recycling bin. Honestly. It would be nice if the parks didn't have to sponsor a clean-up day,

Happiness is A Cute Puppy

Yes, we've done it again - a new pet in the house! Meet Pixie the puppy, 12 weeks old and a bundle of energy and fun. (Except of course at 12:30, 2:30 and 4:30 in the morning when she whimpers to get out of her crate to go outside ....)

She comes from an animal rescue organization, saved along with a brother and sister from "Death Row" at the Adams County Dog Pound. While I'm sure she misses her siblings a little, she has Tango and Tyson to play with and pester. Pixie is quickly learning her place in the pack, and Tango and Tyson are being good sports, tolerating her antics and puppy behavior pretty well. And while Chris and I are somewhat short on sleep this past week because of her night-time trips outside, we're happy to have her in the family!

It'll Grow Back!

Tyson on Friday, in the snow with his warm winter coat ...

Tyson, on Saturday after visiting Natalie the groomer. We had to do it, his coat and his tail were a mess, honestly. (We're not laughing at you, buddy, really we're not. But I think the cats are!) Isn't his piggy tail hilarious?!

Toilet Paper Terrorist

Such a sweet little kitten, so relaxed and loving. Purrs all the time, wants to cuddle and have a bit of a belly rub ..... isn't she the perfect pet?

When we're not looking, she has a wonderful time in the bathroom, bird-watching from the window sill and swatting at the roll of toilet paper just for the fun of seeing it unroll all over the bathroom floor. This has been happening daily and it needs to stop! Note to family: We MUST close the bathroom door whenever leaving the room! Lucky for sweet little Pepper that we love her so much. But this WILL come out of her allowance if she keeps it up....

Turkeys, Before and After

Turkeys are incredibly ugly and terribly fascinating at the same time. These birds are residents at the Coyote Creek Farm in Florence, Indiana, where we spent an afternoon in mid-October. A number of them roamed the property much to the delight of city-slickers like us, who think a turkey look more like this ... which we enjoyed yesterday afternoon at the homestead in Liberty Twp.

I hope you enjoyed fellowship with family and friends yesterday, and were fortunate to have a wonderful meal, as we did. We have so very much to be thankful for ... "My God, How Great Thou Art!"

Saturday in the Park

Since the weather has finally cooled down and the blistering heat of the summer is a fading memory, we've been able to take the dogs to the park again. We went last Saturday morning and again this morning, all of us enjoying the crisp fall air and the peace of our favorite trail. The dogs just run and run like fools, racing through the underbrush and the woods, taking off ahead of us down the path. Tandie moves more slowly than Tango and Tyson, taking her time sniffing every interesting spot along the way. Once in a while she'll break into a trot, but not often.

The fall colors this year have been a little disappointing, but every so often there's a bit of a display that catches my eye. Many trees have just turned brown and dropped their leaves - and boom! it was over with. Then again, I'm noticing a lot of trees that are still mostly green - not sure what they're waiting for. As we walked through the woods most of the leaves we were swishing through were brown and gold, but there were the occassional rust and red colored leaves peeking out.

Though we're really not looking forward to the bleak winter months, we are looking forward to the crisp morning walks in the park. (The dogs agree!)

Natural Bridge State Park

Since it was such a gorgeous fall weekend, we continued with the outdoor theme on Sunday, driving south and east into Kentucky, eventually finding our way to Natural Bridge State Park in Slade, Ky. I had had the crazy idea that we should drive the 2.5 hours just to hike up to the Natural Bridge, enjoy the view, hike some more, climb down, then drive back home (another 2.5 hours or so). (So much for our efforts at conserving gas these days.) So I threw together a picnic lunch, filled up our water bottles and packed our cameras and off we went. On the way I got us slightly misplaced (that is to say, we missed an exit even though I had the map in my hands...unhappy moment) and almost ran out of gas when exits became few and far between (said prayers for gas stations to appear) .... but we got there sometime shortly after noon.

We commenced hiking, or should I say walking (or plodding?) slowly up "The Original Trail" which the trail guide describes as "the shortest and easiest trail for hiking to the Natural Bridge." (Humor.) The trail is only .75 miles but feels twice as long, especially for those who are very out-of-shape. Some kind soul thought to place benches and little trail shelters periodically along the way, and I took advantage of most of them. The trail is really a series of stone steps, wooden steps and rocks to climb - and it goes uphill at a decent grade all the way. Note: going downhill on all these steps and hills is even worse. Far worse! My leg muscles were a mess by the time we got back to the bottom a couple of hours later.

Good thing I knew that the hike was worth it, from previous visits. Once at the top, you first see the underside of the arch, then climb up (yes) more steps through a natural fracture in the rock, finally getting to the top. The actual stone span is pretty narrow and completely wide open. Nothing to stop anyone from going over the edge, either by accident or on purpose. Very scary. But did I mention the view? You can see half of Kentucky from that ridge! (Well, maybe not quite that much. But what a way to see the Red River Gorge area!)

We didn't linger too long on the top of the arch since both of us get to feeling pretty nervous after just a few minutes. We took another hour or so to walk around the trails at the top of the gorge, stopping at Lovers Leap and Lookout Point, where we ate our lunch. (Oh, yes, there is a ski lift that we could have used to get to the top.) Now on that 3rd picture below, ignore the old people, but notice the Natural Bridge behind us, across the gorge. That's how it looks from afar.

We relaxed and cooled down in the lodge for a while once we finished hiking, then took a look at the map to find an alternative backroads way to drive home. No highway for us, oh no, we wanted the scenic route. That's where we always get in trouble. More on that later.

Mt. Adams

Last weekend we took advantage of a pleasant fall evening to trek up to Mt. Adams, which overlooks downtown Cincinnati. The streets of Mt. Adams are steep and narrow, many really only wide enough for one car. One must creep slowly and carefully to avoid parked cars and night-life-loving pedestrians. It's a fun place at night - colorful lights, throngs of people having fun, and great views at every turn. We parked near the old Rookwood restaurant (now named Porkopolis Tavern, which does it no justice) and found our way to a wonderful overlook that gave a panoramic view of downtown Cincinnati, the river, and on across to the Kentucky side.

Chris used his tripod and got some great pictures ~ however, my little Fuji doesn't nearly do the job in showing how colorful the view was. I need to get him to start a blog to share his pictures and his perspective - it can be quite different than mine.

We left the overlook and hiked up many many steps to (what we thought was) the Church of the Immaculata. Well, it turns out we were just climbing up to the Monastery apartments, high atop one of the many hills...so we kept on going until we came to the bar area, near the "Monk Whose Cup Runneth Over" statue at the corner of Pavilion and St. Gregory Sts. Evidently this bronze statue was created to honor the wine-making heritage of Mt. Adams (which I knew nothing about until I looked it up)... for a brief period in the early 1800's, Mt. Adams was well known for its wines. Go figure.

We continued on, making our way downhill past old rowhouses, most now renovated and beautiful, occupied by those who love the lifestyle in Mt. Adams. This particular group of homes had an almost haunted feel to them .....

We finally found our way to Holy Cross - Immaculata Church on Guido St. and of course that involved climbing yet another set of steps (huff, puff, pause, gasp, continue on to the next set ...). It sits atop one of the highest points in Cincinnati, overlooking the river. There was a misty full moon, and the view was wonderful.

We worked our way back to the car, making a false turn or two ... should have left a trail of crumbs to follow. It was a great to be out walking around, enjoying the scene in Mt. Adams, but I must say I loved getting home to a nice soft bed! Little did I know that that evening was just a warm-up for our adventure in Kentucky the next day...

Homecoming 2007

Senior year, the last Homecoming Dance of her high school career .... she looked soooo tall in her fancy shoes, and plum colored dress! We allowed her to drive, picking up 3 girlfriends, and they met up with 4 others for dinner at LaRosa's before going to school for the dance. (One boy, 7 girls!) Then more food afterwards ... a late night, and (according to her) the dance was "sort of boring."

At this time next year she'll have flown the coop - where is time going?