May 3, 2007

Two Faces

Before we get to this week's adventure, I thought I would mention that most every week for the past few years I have taken gobs of pictures of our pets while trying to capture that one special moment that stands above the rest for inclusion here at Athenamama. Like many professional productions of this magnitude, much of the photoage taken for this blog ends up on the cutting room floor, or in this case, a folder on the hard-drive of my computer designated as the photo archive spot. I have saved virtually every photograph I have ever taken of our pets, and of our family.

The reason behind this obsessive compulsive behavior stems from when Athena died, and I realized that every moment shared between two souls is precious. I reasoned in that twisted way I have that if such moments can be captured and saved, then they should be whenever possible. That philosophy compels me to save every shot of the people and pets in my life that I love. No matter how lousy, if it is blurry, too dark, washed out, or whatever, it is a moment saved from their life, and therefore it is precious to me.

Recently a very special, and kind friend of mine gifted me with a Flickr-pro account, and I have been uploading the lion's share of those pictures that didn't make the cut here on Athenamama. Now, for the first time ever, you can see what kind of hard work and great talent goes into creating the brilliant, and highly entertaining posts you have come to love each week here on Athenamama. You will also be privy to the more private moments in the lives of the two main stars of Athenamama, Jacqueline and Angel. There are moments of joy, sadness, love, and even silly outtakes that will have you standing on your chair, and cheering excitedly as you click through picture after picture at your computer monitor for minutes on end.

So, take a moment and click on our Flickr Badge in the side bar on your right, and enjoy all those not-so-great photos that you heretofore only wished you could have seen. (It's the one right under the Tupperware link.)

We now return to our regularly scheduled program...

Like most everyone else, Jackie and Angel have a morning routine. The very first thing our two favorite little dogs like to do is to go out into their backyard, and survey the land for any intruders, or stuff to eat. They might have other business to tend to while they are out there, but I figure that is their personal business, and so the subject never comes up between us.

While they are outside doing their thing, daddy head straight for the coffee machine, and grinds up a fresh batch of beans for the morning coffee. By the time I get that situation under control, and the coffee starts to brew, Jackie and Angel are usually knocking on the French doors in the living room asking in that cute way that they have to be let back in. When I go over to oblidge them, here is what I see...

There are my poor pathetic babies waiting patiently for their daddy to open the door, and feed them their breakfast.
Papa is easily distracted. He hears so much as a butterfly's wings fluttering in a high wind, and he looses his mind. In this case he would soon turn his attention back to me rather than start barking at some invisible threat from beyond the block wall.
And here's my little baby Jacqueline. Her two little eyes are just high enough to see into the window. When she finally sees her daddy, she goes insane, and starts pawing manically at the window pane, trying to get to her daddy, and the food he has waiting for her, as quickly as possible.

So there we have yet another exciting chapter in the lives of Jacqueline and Angel. Until next week, please go check out the Carnival of the Dogs at Mickey's Musings, and for more interesting animals, the Friday Ark at The Modulator.

Posted by Jeff at May 3, 2007 8:29 AM
Comments

My Max has honed the "I'm so sad" face to such perfection that he is able to fake my dad out, over and over again. One night a week I have to go out to a meeting and I feed the Maxter before I leave. Usually when I get back, Dad makes the comment that he might have forgotten something but he did feed the dog because Max looked so sad and so hungry. Max is pleased with himself, stuffed to the gills and his sides pouching out. Such actors we have!

Posted by: srp at May 4, 2007 9:23 AM