Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Pornography for a New Generation

TwoRedFlowers, originally uploaded by carolWorldLeader.

It's all about the porn for me-food porn, flower porn, figurative work (well, ok, that's not really porn now, is it? I can get away with calling that "high art," right?) Oddly enough, the naked people are the most normal things running about these days.

Speaking of food porn, I've been digging through Cooking for Engineers looking for a recipe that involves a carb I do not like to eat. It's almost a challenge. I'm a carbivore, really I am. Any freak picture of bread you roll in front of my face makes me start drooling, really it does. But, I think I've happened upon one accidentally, none the less, dug out from the bowels in the back of my mind just for your enjoyment.

When I was a young girl (well, ok, younger than I am now) I once traveled from New York City (my hometown of sorts) to Florida by car. If you've ever driven through (or, for that matter, really, eaten in) the deep sounth, you know that the food is different, very different, in fact, from what we have in New York. It's like one of those little tell-tale signs that you've strayed too far south of New Jersey (and who would want to stray too far from New Jersey now? Wink Wink.)

So, there I am, all bleary eyed, stopping for the night in some almost long-forgotten town lost somewhere in the Carolinas, visions of Pedro's South of the Border long since behind me. I found myself lost and a long way from home when I went for breakfast at a little roadside dinner. The place was your typical greasy spoon type of joint, the same sort of food hovel you might expect to find tucked away along the Taconic, except for the menu. Lawdy, the menu was like something from another planet and, yes, you can quote me on this, that was my first encounter with a carb I didn't really like. Cooking south of the Mason-Dixon line can be quite a trip, let me tell you. (Just don't say anything bad about the biscuits, believe me, it's like a crime or something to come between a southern belle and her biscuits.)

I had hominy grits flavored with jackass ginger for breakfast. Wow. What can I say? Strangest carbs I've ever encounted to this day, I tell you. Like satanic demented crunchy porridge it was so horrible, I just really wanted to spew it across the room and get it out of my mouth as quickly as possible, except for the fact that the locals would have hunted me down, skinned me alive, and served me with some fresh black-eyed peas or maybe a nice side of fried green okra for lunch.

And, as a service to those folks who are a fan of "the cussing British chef" I should tell you that I've been told hominy grits and jackass ginger roughly translates into "Hasty pudding" in Brit-speak. (But then, you know, living in my own little world for so long, I don't really speak English anymore now, do I?)

Pip-pip now you know.

Until next time...

Monday, October 29, 2007

Sitting in Silence

WindowInsideLookingOut, originally uploaded by carolWorldLeader.

This is a very good place to be quiet, don't you think? This is my photo Friday entry for silence. If you look pretty carefully, you can see that the murals in the church show Heaven, Hell, and everything in between. As you witness the great struggle between good and evil, the challenge between right and wrong, the demons, the saviors, and the masses, it's probably a good idea to keep it down.

At least, you know, quiet contemplation goes a long way from keeping you out of that "Hell" pile when they separate the church into two groups and you certainly don't want to be the one to hear, "sinners to the left" anytime soon now, do you?

Until next time....

Achoo-Don't Catch This Bug

Cats Whiskers, originally uploaded by carolWorldLeader.

This just in from Steve-email about a very dangerous computer virus going around. Batten down the hatches, snowflakes, this one is really scary.

There is a dangerous virus being passed around electronically, orally, and by hand. This virus is called Weary-Overload Recreational-Killer (WORK).

If you receive WORK from any of your colleagues, your boss, or anyone else via any means DO NOT TOUCH IT. This virus will wipe out your private life completely.

If you should come into contact with WORK, put your jacket on and take two good friends to the nearest grocery store. Purchase the antidote known as Work-Isolating-Neutralizer-Extract (WINE) or Bothersome-Employer-Elimination-Rebooter (BEER). Take the antidote repeatedly until WORK has been completely eliminated from your system.

You should forward this warning to 5 friends. If you do not have 5 friends, you have already been infected and WORK is controlling your life.

Oh the humanity! What will these virus spreading people think of next?

Until next time...

Saturday, October 27, 2007

Happy Birthday to Me

TwigsAndStemsNo3-1, originally uploaded by carolWorldLeader.

The Beatles were right, it's my birthday. Yay! Happy Birthday to me.

I just got back from our new SuperTarget. Yes, that's right, my snowflakes, on my birthday, I went grocery shopping. They had some key lime white chocolate chip cookies. Oh, are they good. I love key lime. It's like a little zesty chunk of Heaven.

And, speaking of British dudes who spew words out for a living, it seems that evil chef has started making me curse again. As Charlie Brown would say, "Rats!" I had just gotten over cursing. I had just learned to start using "freaking" instead of...well...you know. And now, damn! I watch one hour of that program and I sound like a drunken sailor.

I don't even know how to boil an egg. Why, oh why does TiVo have me watching cooking shows? I start watching cooking shows and, instead of doing something productive like learning how to cook, what do I do? Start cussing. I've learned a whole new vocabulary! (Who knew all of this and more was buried on the Food Network?)

I'd say it's "f***ing unbelievable" but, you know, that would just add another f-word into the fire. So, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to go have some more f***ing key lime cookies while still not knowing how to boil an egg or even, for that matter, a f***ing egg (I don't know how to boil one of those either-which, you know, might be relevant should I happen upon one someday.) Tonight for dinner, we are going to get take-out from Kim Phung. Oh the joys of Kung Pao tofu that clears my allergies (or maybe that should be f***ing tofu that clears my f***ing allergies.)

No tofu for you evil British chef dude! Chew on this, I hope you get stuck eating Brussels sprouts today.

Until next f***ing time...

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Critical Mass

WhiteThings, originally uploaded by carolWorldLeader.

My entry is in! My entry is in!

Lawdy, I didn't think I was going to make the deadline. Nothing like waiting until the last minute, right? (Well, technically, I have 18 hours or so to spare.)

I have such a headache. I could really use a cigarette, a stiff drink, and a big bottle of aspirin (in that order.) I don't even smoke!

All that and I know, I just know, damned TiVo has snagged me another damn cooking show. All I can say is that I sure hope to crap they don't cook any Brussels sprouts. Man, I really hate Brussels sprouts. If that cantankerous British cooking dude is on again and he even thinks about cooking Brussels sprouts, if I even see a hint of one freaking little Brussels sprout, I might have to reach into the damn TV, steal a damn meat cleaver, and cut my damned head off.

Oh crap, where's the damned aspirin when you really need it? I really need something to uncross my bloodied eyeballs.

Until next "oh sure, pulling a portfolio together at the last minute ought to be easy enough..."

What Now? How now brown chow?

TwigsAndStemsNo2-1, originally uploaded by carolWorldLeader.

After the "yay! I got in" phase of the juried exhibit, comes the "oh crap! Now I have to get the work ready" part of it. This is the part I absolutely hate the most. I mean, just between you and me, I'm getting too old to get down on these rickety knees to cut matt board into submission. With each passing year, it hurts a little bit more.

And, while we're on the subject of "pain" and, um, I guess "age" I should mention that it's my birthday on Saturday. This year, while getting older, I'm just very happy I don't have to work. It's always a good thing when you can take a day off from work, right?

I was hoping to go out for a nice dinner but, since I've been watching those cooking shows that my TiVo has graciously corraled for me (against my will, mind you) I can't seem to bear frequenting a restaurant. It seems to like this one peculiar show featuring some British chef who goes in and fixes up the joint, turning Hellish restaurants into grand dining experiences. Kitchen Nightmares I think it's called. Great. That's just what I want to think about on my birthday. "There were once roaches here. All that and the food tasted like mush before some British dude stopped in and fumigated the joint. Pass the cake." Thanks, but I think I'll stay home and sit that one out.

Bork, Bork, Bork, somebody should tell the British dude that there hasn't been a popular chef with a funny accent in a long time all that and, well, chew on this, he'd best look out for flapjacks falling from the ceiling if he wants to make it on American "tele."

Until next F-word my a$$, I'm staying home....

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Blessed and Lucky

MadonnaPrayingOnBurano, originally uploaded by carolWorldLeader.

It's customary to place your hands together and bow your head slightly to give thanks in many cultures. I think it's fast approaching one of those "universal symbols" of appreciation. Even if you don't speak the language, the moves and the sentiment sort of translate themselves. (Hey, it beats "flipping the bird," right? Which, I guess, is another one of those "universal symbols" but that's a blog for another day.)

I'm feeling rather blessed and lucky lately myself. Things are starting to get together again, my house is getting in order, my car is getting fixed. On the whole, it's starting to feel like a bit of an uptick around here, even though I really feel like I need a haircut again and we're not at one hundred precent, it still feels like we're headed from darkness into light.

Light, light, light. Ah yes, light. It's the one thing I'm most thankful for, I'd guess, being a photographer and all. Light makes everything good and it's sometimes even nice when you get to step into it yourself.

Just don't forget to bow once you get there.

Until next time...

Monday, October 22, 2007

Moving Mountains-A Thin Letter Day

HazyDistance, originally uploaded by carolWorldLeader.

It's got to be a rejection letter. It's just got to be a rejection letter. I can hold it up to my forehead and know that it's a freaking rejection letter. Damn. Why did I send them that work? What was I thinking? I should have sent them something more "normal" not the usual stuff I do. I'm sure they won't get it. I'm sure they didn't like it. I'm sure they probably just looked at my stuff, laughed, and pushed "next" on the projector without giving it any thought at all. Damn. Why am I so stupid? I should know better than to try for these things. Experimental my ass, I should have sent them a nice, freaking bluebonnet photo. I'm sure they would have just loved the crap out of that. I mean, that's what everybody else does, right?

I can tell it's a rejection letter-it's thin. Good news always comes in fat packages. When a letter's busting at the seams, damn! It's good news. Anything thin? For sure, it's a, "thanks, but no thanks" letter, written as carefully worded as they possibly could have, telling you that, "we have many great entries this year," and "blah, blah, blah." Doesn't matter. Might as well stamp a big, freaking "NO" right in the middle of your forehead. NO NO NO NO NOOoooooo. Not you, not this time, not this show. You're not good enough. We don't want any. We gave at the office. So sorry, not for you. Better luck next time. See ya, wouldn't want to be ya. Always a freaking knock at the freaking thin letter doorway of life, waiting there, when you get home, just waiting to pounce and and do it's little "No" happy dance on your otherwise miserable existance of a day. Great. You and the freaking bubonic plague make my life worth living.

Hey, wait a minute. Thin letters usually don't start out with the word "Congratulations!" now, do they?

Holy Crap! I'm good! I knew it. I just knew it! I knew all along I'd get into that show. It's my time, it's my place, it's my exhibit. Move over all you lucky, beautiful people, I'm elbowing my way into your semi-charmed kind of life. I'm pulling my butt up to the "blessed and lucky" barstool and I'm going to drink from the tap of "damn! I'm good" for a spell. Chew on this, for once, just once, I made it. Damn! I knew it all along. I'm a winner.

Honest, that's just how it feels. And so it goes. The wheel in the sky turns, the exhibition record grows, the shows go up, the shows come down and, with each passing show, the doubts never do really seem to go away.

It's kind of what I like about photography. You never can tell what's around the next bend. You can go from a "sure thing" to a "has been" all in the click of a shutter. It happens that fast, enjoy it while it lasts. And to think, I almost didn't even open up the envelope, figuring, for certain, it was just another rejection.

Until next time...

Saturday, October 20, 2007

Branching Out

BranchEndingsNo1, originally uploaded by carolWorldLeader.

I'm dog sitting again today. Nothing new going on here. I'm actually being too lazy to take some interesting shots of some props I got recently and, horror of horrors, I'm being too lazy to even make up something to eat.

Speaking of props, it seems like, lately anyway, it's becoming more and more about the props for me. I'm really getting "into" staging shots, getting props, enjoying the setup more than the execution. Ah well, that's how it goes sometimes, I guess. I go through stages-sometimes I like to get out more, and sometimes, I lock myself inside to play (Cheer up! Barbara always used to say I did way more interesting work while trapped indoors.)

And, on the subject of staging, (sorry bad pun alert) it seems like the folks from the White Stripes have come out with their own Diana and Holga cameras. You can read more here: http://www.whitestripes.com/lomography/lomography.html but, basically, they've taken the fabulous el-cheap-o cameras, pumped them out in "limited edition" (at an exhorbatant price,) and painted them all red, black, and white.

Silly me, I thought they stopped making Diana's.

Until next time...

Friday, October 19, 2007

Urban Street

BusStoponDumaine, originally uploaded by carolWorldLeader.

It might come as a surprise to you (if you're used to looking at my photos) that I was born in a big city. My photos don't have that "big city" feel to them. I'm not an urban/street shooter at all, in fact, if you had to guess, I bet you'd place me square in the country or maybe, just maybe in the 'burbs (where I actually live.) But not the city-never the city.

It's true though, I was born in New York, one of the biggest cities on the planet. Even though it's not reflected in my work, it's certainly part of me. Somewhere, deep in the back of my mind, is that urban city dweller screaming to get out. She's on every fire escape, she rides every subway train, she stops to sniff the produce at every corner market and, yes, she even hops out that old familiar hopscotch pattern when she walks by chalk marks in that shape on the sidewalk.

I like to think there's a little "city" in all of us. Humans are civilized creatures by habit. Sure, the dank, dark, caves have turned into modern day high-rise condos but, call it instinct or just survival, we are all social creatures on some level. We all yearn to fit in, even if it means squashing ourselves into a subway car to get to work each day or giving up a yard in favor of a community park and an elevator.

So, go ahead, call me a city girl. Just don't expect me to go shooting any street photography or "strap-hang" in the next subway car over anytime soon.

Until next time...

Thursday, October 18, 2007


WhiteChairsAndBridge, originally uploaded by carolWorldLeader.

We had a picnic the other day, down by the 360 Bridge. I'll soon be posting some shots taken on the walk down (and back.)

The light was wildly weird that day too. A weird kind of overcast that we seldom get in Austin. Very flat, yet still kind of bright and just oddball in all sorts of ways.

Yesterday, we had some nice fog and mist action going down, so, of course, I couldn't resist that either. You know I'm just a sucker for a good fog and, boy did we get a good one. Pictures to follow.

Until next time...

Monday, October 15, 2007

Get Them While They Last

HoneyCrispsTight, originally uploaded by carolWorldLeader.

It's that time of year again. It's time for honey crisp apples. Yum. They have such a short growing season but I love the way they taste. So sweet and tasty. Yum, there's nothing quite like a fresh apple in the autumn and the honey crisp variety is especially sweet (though it has a short growing season) so get them while they last.

Speaking of getting, lasting, and, well I guess "them" I went to my show this weekend over at Tiru. It was surprisingly crowded and it was a beautiful evening, though I was quite tired. For some reason, I was just really tired on Saturday and not my usual perky self. I loved the work though. Some really great alternative process stuff, including a print made on a glass plate. While I'll never do that kind of printing myself, it was sure neat to see it. There were also other transfers, collages, some very varied black and white printing techniques, and a bunch of other stuff. I'd have to say it was a great show and I'm glad I got to be a part of it. The jurors selected four of my transfers and grouped them together for showing.

After the show, we went over to Central Market and had some gelato, which was really good too. I didn't know Central Market had really great gelato, I'll have to remember that. They also had some band playing Frank Sinatra type music out on the patio which was really cool. It was a nice night to be out.

Until next time...

Friday, October 12, 2007

Small Wonders

SkyWarpedNo3, originally uploaded by carolWorldLeader.

I just found out that I'm going to be included in an upcoming juried show. Called "Small Wonders," it's going to be held at the Tiru Gallery in Austin this Saturday. Here are the details:

TIRU GALLERY: SMALL WONDERS This show is also a benefit for CASA of Travis County and highlights unconventional and alternative techniques in photography and mixed-media artwork. Reception with live music by Sarah Flo: Sat., Oct. 13, 6-9pm. Exhibition: Through Oct. 30. Tiru Gallery, 3701 Guadalupe.

The work for this show is all small in size (11x14 or smaller) and it’s all alternative process light-sensitive media. My pieces are pigment ink transfers on watercolor paper. I’m sure there will be some historical process work in the show as well.

CASA is an organization that provides court appointed sponsors (or court advocates) for children who have been abused, neglected, or otherwise have to go through the legal system in order to get put into foster care or adopted.

You’re welcome to join me if you’d like to see a bunch of oddball/historical light-sensitive media type folks shrink down for a good cause :)

Until next time...

Thursday, October 11, 2007

My Dear Sweet Nemesis

SuburbanHellWTreeNWindow, originally uploaded by carolWorldLeader.

In case you didn't know, I have a nemesis of sorts. There's a photographer I know who leads a bit of a "charmed life." She gets into about 12 juried shows a month (even though nobody really loves her work, or thinks it's all that outstanding) she always manages to sell stuff, and, on top of all of that, she's a bitch about it too. She behaves like a queen and it drives me nuts. She even has a little "queen wave" that she uses to say, "Hello" when she sees you (iwhen she doesn't pretend not to notice you and look the other way, that is.)

Now, on the surface, I know I shouldn't be jealous of her success. I mean, she's worked hard for the benefits she's enjoying and I know how hard it is to make it to her level. I can logically look at the situation and intuitively know that I'm not supposed to be jealous. I'm not supposed to hate her, I'm not supposed to anguish in her every success but, hey, even my logical computer programming brain knows that, deep down inside, we are all emotional beasts on some primordial level. Yes, it's true, no logic about it, I admit it, I hate to see her win.

So, a few months ago, some friends and I entered the Austin Museum of Art's search for new talent. It's some show they are going to have to highlight up and coming artists. I sent them work, expecting to not get in, but I thought for sure, my friend would get in. She's got the kind of stuff they were looking for, or so I thought at the time. I promptly sent my stuff in and completely forgot about the opportunity.

Well, yesterday, I got an email notifying me that I had been rejected. "Ah, no biggie," I thought, "I've been rejected from nicer places." Well, a few hours later, I got an email from her telling me that she too had been rejected. "Damn," I thought, "I thought she was in for certain."

So, a few hours later, I was talking with Kathy about this, and I told her that I was rejected and I told her that our other friend was rejected. And, I said, "you know, you just know that Maggie Harris (not her real name) is going to get in. You know she's going to get in. In fact, she's more than going to get in. They're probably going to have a big 'Maggie Harris' parade, complete with a marching band, elephants, and face painting for the kids, and they are going to close off Congress Avenue to all but pedestrian traffic in light of this momentus occassion."

Kathy thinks she's a witch. Actually, I take that back, Kathy knows that she is a witch. She thinks Maggie's been getting into all of these shows by casting evil spells (she has to be doing something, I mean, her work isn't all that good, right?) She calls Maggie and her friends "the coven" because, well, if the evil spell fits and all. So, Kathy says, "I smell brimstone." And, she's right, of course, but that doesn't change the fact that there's going to be a Maggie Harris Show at AMOA, with a parade, a marching band, elephants marching down Congress Ave. and face painting for the kids. (I'd invite you but I doubt they really want me there. After this blog, "Queen Maggie" would not approve.)

I bet there's going to be some kind of giant cauldron tucked away somewhere near 2nd and San Jacinto (a back alley type of street off of Congress Avenue) on the day of the "big parade."

Mark my words.

Until next time...

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

This Ain't a Catwalk

FurryFootedFriend, originally uploaded by carolWorldLeader.

It would appear that my TiVo has cleared up enough space and has started making suggestions to fill itself once again. Ah yes, the joys of TiVo. It's like a gift that keeps on giving long after the antibiotics have settled.

One thing I've discovered in TiVo-land is that, if you keep the hard drive pretty full and the TiVo is kind of new, it doesn't make many suggestions. But then, at some point, you start to clear off space, you "unboop" just enough CSI re-runs, old House episodes, and the like and it thinks you want to watch more TV. So, it starts recording. And, of course, making suggestions. That's where the fun really starts. TiVo suggestions are a barrel of laughs disguised as prime time programming.

Each TiVo, it would appear, has it's own little "personality." My TiVo in the living room likes crime dramas (oh the horror! But then, if you read this regularly, you know all about that.) It's all but going to "bump someone off," I just haven't been able to figure out who yet. Thank goodness they ended the Supranos, right? And, don't even get me started with that weird love/hate relationship with Nicolas Cage. That's just inexplicable.

The TiVo in the bedroom, it seems, has different plans for me. It's started to record lost episodes of "America's Next Top Model" and "Iron Chef America."

Now, don't ask me why. On the surface, those shows don't even appear to go together-models don't eat, chefs aren't typically pencil thin-but, somehow, TiVo has connected them both to me. Brought them together in some sick, twisted, TiVo souffle. TiVo, apparently thinks I want to be a model who knows how to cook. (Pass the celery, anyone?)

Bulimia aside, I know it's just a matter of time before TiVo has it out for me. I mean, do I look like a model? Or a chef? I the least photogenic person on the planet and my idea of "fine dining" is the delux mac and cheese edition. Oh, I know enough about life with TiVo to fully understand how this is not going in a good direction.

Speaking of mac and cheese, have you seen the new mac and cheese offereings that come in little cups now? Talk about convenient! If they had those back when I was in college, well, crap, my grades would have been better. No cleaning a pot, no owning a collander, just add water into a little cup, three minutes in the nuker, and presto! It's instant lunch.

Instant lunch? Oh crap, maybe that's a show TiVo will soon record when I realy wanted "American Idol" instead.

Until next time...

Sunday, October 07, 2007

It's Got that New Floor Smell

PeeringOutside, originally uploaded by carolWorldLeader.

Ok, so maybe new floors don't exactly have a new floor smell but, as you can see from this picture, this is my new tile floor. Where Chase is standing, there used to be six inch white "generic" tiles, which have now been replaced with eighteen inch wildly colored tiles. At least it kind of feels that way when you look at them. They are sort of pink with swirls of other colors.

The best part about the new floor? It changes color based on the light, so, sometimes, it's very pink, while other times, it's very brown. As you can tell from this shot, Chase is no longer afriad of it, he's walking on it now. (Aww. Poor baby was afraid of the new floor.)

In other news, I'm getting ready for a show and getting ready to send out more portfolios. It's started to become the busy time of the year photographically again. Things sort of die down in the summertime but, boy, do they sure pick up in the autumn. As the leaves change, the shows stack up and it's hard to decide where to send work off to again. This autumn, I'm picking a few newer places as well as a few old standby's, so it should be interesting to see how things wind up. If anybody takes the old "crap-on-a-stick" as it were.

I was talking with Kathy the other day and I told her that I had seen a lot of new bloggers talking about the Austin art scene. "It's making me want to show my stuff more locally," I told her.

"You should," she said, "you should."

I've always been one to send my work off to the far corners of the world, you know, like I think Outer Mongolia needs more art or something, while neglecting opportunities right here in town. Not saying I'm going to change one hundred percent but it might be nice to do a show in my own backyard every once in a while. Maybe I shouldn't neglect so much that which is right under my toes, right?

Until next time...

Friday, October 05, 2007

Travel Is a Bit Easier Now

Homage: Terror By Night, originally uploaded by carolWorldLeader.

My car was making that expensive knocking sound again. Actually, it was more like a squealing sound than a knocking sound but, you know, expensive none the less. I finally got it fixed the other day and, while quite expensive to do, I feel a lot better. It drives better and I just feel better about having one less thing around me that's broken and in need of repair. (I'm really in that "fix 'er up" mode lately. Not saying it's a bad thing, just a bit hard on the old wallet.)

I took it to the dealer and they said it needed new brakes in the rear, so I got those fixed finally. A few months ago, I hit this weird pothole near my house. They are doing so much construction, that they've dug up Route 1431-it's actually like a dirt road in spots, from all the blacktop being missing. Well, anyway, I hit this one little spot that turned out to be something more like a sinkhole and my car sort of smashed into it pretty deeply. Since then, it was making their weird sound in the back passenger side. Kind of like a deep yowl sound.

I tried to call the dealer to tell them about it. You can imagine how that conversation went. "It's making a weird sound in the back, on the passenger side."

"Weird?" They said, "like a squeaking? A squealing?"

"Um, just sort of weird...."

When I had taken it in to show them, the dealer said, "Oh it sounds like you've got Chewbacca in the trunk." Yes, it was that kind of weird. But hey, it's gone now. No more Chewbacca yowling in the back of my car and I don't have to turn the radio up and just sort of pretend it's not back there anymore.

Of course, I still turn the radio up but it's nice to know I don't have to anymore. And, Chewwy, buddy, I'm glad you had a nice trip back to wherever it is you come from.

Until next yowl...

Monday, October 01, 2007

Chase Being Cute

ChaseCutie, originally uploaded by carolWorldLeader.

It's Chase! You can almost see his eyes in this one. This is just seconds pre-bark too, mind you. He was just about to "woof!" at me because I was holding his ball, and, well, he didn't like that. (He wants to hold his ball. He doesn't want me holding it. That's where the "woof!" comes in.)

He's a wild man but oh so cute, isn't he?

Until next time...