Tito's pictures of her walk

Tito's turn to take pictures
Here she is outfitted with the camera, pausing to get a picture of a bunny.

Here is the picture she took. Unfortunately we have a better view of Tito's jowls than of the bunny.



This is her best picture - ducks alongside the pond.

Plenty of jowl shots to choose from, probably a common disadvantage among hound photographers.

Zelle tries the pet cam

Giselle's photographic style reflects her nervous and dark personality. In fact, almost all of the photographs she took were completely black. She may have been hiding under the bed most of the time.
Of the four frames that were not completely black, she came up with interesting abstract images:

I believe this is where Tito chased her up the stairs.

This appears to be green fabric - perhaps behind the sofa?

Mew-mew's first photo assignment

Mew-mew's first picture. Is that me going upstairs?

She looks out the window with kitty entrance, deciding if she wants to go out.

She goes out and sits on the landing to look around.

This is a close up of the window sill just outside the kitty entrance.

She decides to take an excursion and heads down the front steps.

It looks like she is heading for the sidewalk, but...

...apparently opts for a shortcut.

Cutting across the driveway...

...she passes the tarp covering the woodpile on the side of the garage.

...and continues to the woodpile on the side of the house. You'd think she would go in the back kitty entrance that is right there, but doesn't.

This photo contains a clue as to whether she went all the way around the house or back the way she came. Unfortunately I could not figure out what it was.

But it does appear that she is approaching the front door from the opposite side.

She sits at the front door,

looking around,

at this and that.

Kitty Cam

Mew-mew was outfitted with the kitty cam today and sent out on assignment.

Pelicans

Pelicans and other birds in the fog near Torrey Pines.

I have no idea what I took a picture of here.

Torrey Pines hike

Close-ups

Not everything is infrared.

Soccer game

Dan wanted a picture of Gwen playing soccer.
I think this was Gwen

Balboa Park

Surfer Girls

Beach

Wind & Sea Beach, La Jolla

Me, age 3, September 7 in La Jolla with my father and grandfather

Apple Tree

Postcard

One of my new postcards

Me and Cactus

Tito's Rascally Day

9:02 am - Prichard Park
Only one other dog is there, and the owner is about to leave. In an effort to get the dog to stay and play, Tito tries cute antics, but also jumps on the owner. They leave. After chasing sticks all the way down the beach and back, (and rolling in only one dead crab) I decide to take her to the off-leash dog park nearby.
9:44 am - off leash dog park
No other dogs there – no surprise because its starting to snow. Still I throw the ball until I get freezing cold and want to leave. Tito, however makes it clear she is not ready to leave and won’t come. She spends about 15 minutes sniffing the park thoroughly. Finally, I pretend like I’m leaving without her. I go out the gate and up the hill and watch from behind a tree. She comes to the gate, but when she sees me returning, she runs away. Eventually, by throwing balls again, I manage to grab her.
10:35 am- home
As soon as we get home, she immediately wants to go out. Was that not enough fresh air and exercise? I open the door and reach for her rope. She squiggles out and runs off. I decide to ignore her and get to work.
11:20 am - still home
I notice Tito chasing someone going down the road on a bicycle. I manage to get her to come into the house.
3:38 pm - Battle Point Park
Despite the falling snow, or maybe because of it, we walk up to the park. I figure that (1), since it is snowy and no one is around and (2) Tito has had plenty of excursions today, it is safe to let her off her leash. (silly me!)
4:09 pm Near the bunny area, she runs off after a flock of geese – it took her about 7 seconds to run the 400 yards to the planetarium. By the time I get over in that direction and continue on to gate, she is nowhere to be seen. I whistle until I see someone coming over with Tito following. It is the teenage boy I saw earlier with a soccer ball. Well, we all know how Tito loves soccer. He tries to send her my way, but why should she leave him? He is playing with a soccer ball. So we have to actually meet for me to be able to grab Tito. I try to give Tito to the boy, but he refuses. Maybe he thought I was kidding.

Les Deux 2CVs

Tito on Moss

Beach stuff

Frost on Rose Hips