tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123631695572626256.post5827551107571716124..comments2024-03-18T22:05:36.818+00:00Comments on Shadows & Light: Falafel and Fish & ChipsSteve Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123631695572626256.post-7292038744862601302013-03-04T06:35:25.613+00:002013-03-04T06:35:25.613+00:00Reya: I guess dogs are dogs everywhere!
Ms Moon: ...Reya: I guess dogs are dogs everywhere!<br /><br />Ms Moon: I haven't raised kids, so maybe this is my kid penance. Ha! But seriously, you're right. I do need to get better about just leaving her here and going out and doing my thing. As Dave always says, "WE have the opposable thumbs."<br /><br />Ellen: She's certainly into cats. When she sees one she goes ballistic. I don't think she encounters enough cat poop for us to say one way or the other whether she's into that!<br /><br />Peter: That's the poetic approach, yes. :)<br /><br />Lynne: Thanks! The colors of the scooters were what caught my eye. Olga IS a ball of mischief.Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123631695572626256.post-5004557939862255222013-03-04T02:12:10.480+00:002013-03-04T02:12:10.480+00:00Love this photo, so colorful and love the depth of...Love this photo, so colorful and love the depth of field that you chose! :)<br /><br />Olga is a bad girl!Lynnehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05875008154587045790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123631695572626256.post-69615837211295347372013-03-03T17:44:37.731+00:002013-03-03T17:44:37.731+00:00Subheading:
Olga snaffles falafel.Subheading:<br /><br />Olga snaffles falafel.Peter Bryentonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10581859685728207325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123631695572626256.post-53465133052409045412013-03-03T15:12:55.353+00:002013-03-03T15:12:55.353+00:00It's been a long time since I had a dog. At l...It's been a long time since I had a dog. At least Olga isn't into cat poop. Or she may be and city living doesn't provide for the opportunity.ellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123631695572626256.post-57227237678395475292013-03-03T13:59:25.875+00:002013-03-03T13:59:25.875+00:00And this is why I do not understand why anyone get...And this is why I do not understand why anyone gets a dog. Okay. Maybe that's too harsh. But having raised four kids I don't want any guilt when I leave the house and I certainly don't want to have to get up fifteen times in an hour to let dogs in and then out and in and then...<br />Try to learn to live without the guilt. Okay? Because a walk with Olga is not the sort of walk you need. You can do both. Your alone walks sustain you and they are the fuel of your creative drive. Olga may not understand this but she doesn't have to. It's just the way it is. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123631695572626256.post-531512716685566232013-03-03T12:43:04.595+00:002013-03-03T12:43:04.595+00:00It really is the little things! I agree 100%.
And...It really is the little things! I agree 100%.<br /><br />And everything you've said here about Olga reminds me of Jake - the hoovering of moldering food on the sidewalk, the shouting DROP IT which he always ignored, also my reluctance to leave him alone.<br /><br />Dogs are crazy making. They are so good for us.<br /><br />I miss you, Steve. When I come visit, I'll stay home with Olga so you can go out and drink Dr. Pepper. I promise.Reya Mellickerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13076092659507965666noreply@blogger.com