While there are many sticks in the world,
These sticks are mine.

While there are many sticks in the world,
These sticks are mine.

Fitzi, on a sunny December day.

A favourite photo from not quite a year ago – Fitzi inviting me to play.

I am very glad you are here.

Every dog has at least one quirk. I vacuumed the house, then took the floor mats outside and mopped the kitchen floor. Fitzi dislikes smooth floors and refused to cross the kitchen until Faye returned from running errands.

The hibiscus bloom featured yesterday also intrigued Fitzi.

I cannot leave out our affectionate Fitzi. He’s curled up in a favourite place on a chilly evening: the dog bed in front of the Magic Heat Box aka the wall furnace.

Fitzi, being a black dog, often blends into the background. Not this time.

Fitzi helps out in the kitchen by keeping the ‘yips’ (sprites that make you forget stuff) at bay on this busy day.

I’m a little busy right now. Faye and I did a 5K run and walk Saturday evening; Faye the run and me the walk. Our times were creditable. We spent Sunday doing various house and internet stuff, including selecting photos for a calendar we plan on getting printed.
Faye’s working afternoons this week. This evening I baked Balsamic Chicken Thighs that she prepped, also baked rice and made a batch of glazed carrots, then did the dishes and tidied a bit.
After I post this it will be time to settle on the couch with a book and . . . (turns around to see which dog is on the couch) . . . Fitzi.
