Monday, March 31, 2008
Pug vs. Shepherd
Proof: this a picture of me and Ohren tussling over his rubber ball. You can see the advantage this canine species has with his long jaw and rows of teeth. Was I daunted? Not at all -- you can see how I am obviously winning this little tug-of-war . . . I hope this inspires all you pugs to not be intimidated by other breeds -- stay strong!!
Sunday, March 30, 2008
We have guests!
It's been a little tough with Ohren here . . .my daily routine of eating-sleeping-eating-playing with Daddy-eating-sleeping has been severely disrupted. First of all, Ohren eats ALOT and drinks more water in one sitting than I do the entire day! Consequently, I have had to share my food and water with him at times (I usually don't mind since that is what hosts do, but I am afraid he will eat me out of house and home!). Secondly, he loves to play with my stuffed toys, which I don't mind sharing. But he has a big snout with big teeth -- my toys are torn apart in one play session! That is just rude to destroy someone else's property like that . . . And then there is this frisbee-thing. Mommy has tried to get me to play frisbee with Ohren, but I don't see how that is much fun at all; who wants to catch a plastic disc in midair? Mommy says I am just being a sourpuss, but I don't care . . .
Monday, March 24, 2008
Pug in a Recycled Bag
Thank you Aunt Judy! We love the bag! I think Mommy needs to bring it to the store to buy me more treats . . .
Friday, March 21, 2008
Antarctica
So, these are the last pictures of my parents' trip, when they were actually IN the continent of Antarctica. Mommy was a bit disappointed as she said it looked very much like Alaska, only with bigger mountains, more ice, and more snow.
Look -- it's Fudgie the Whale! (from the old Carvel ice cream commercials . . . for those of you old enough to remember). It is actually a big iceberg floating in the ocean.
A lonely penguin looking over his kingdom
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
More South Georgia and penguins
Sunrise on South Georgia island. Note the glacier in the background.
Ernest Shackleton's grave. I don't know who he is, but Daddy says he was a famous explorer.
Lots of flies in this picture . . . JUST KIDDING! All those white and black spots are King penguins. Mommy said there were over 100,000 pairs of penguins at that landing site. Gee wiz! That's alot of birds . . .
There seems to be something interesting over there . . .
This little guy is a Chinstrap penguin
This is an elephant seal saying "cheese"
Daddy was trying to creep up on the penguins (the penguins actually waddled right up to him)
But wait, you ask yourselves, "where are the pictures of Frances Louise!" Don't despair, my adoring fans; these vacation pics are almost finished. There will be a photo of yours truly very soon . . .
Monday, March 17, 2008
Falkland Islands and South Georgia
I know you guys probably want to know more about their trip, so I let Mommy download some of her pictures onto my blog -- for this week only! I mean, I can't let adorable pictures of penguins and fur seals surpass my own cute photos . . .
So, my parents flew from Alaska to Santiago, Chile, where they spent the day touring the city. From Chile, they took a plane to Ushuaia, Argentina (the southern-most city in the world). They boarded their boat -- the Explorer II -- and began their expedition. They visited the Falkland Islands and then South Georgia the first 10 days:
Daddy in Port Stanley. Those are four whale bones behind him. Daddy is a history buff and wanted to visit the sites that were made famous during the Falkland War
For you ornithologists, and I quote Mommy, " . . . I dunno, this is some kind of duck . . ."
This is South Georgia. Spectacular, no?
This brown furball is a penguin chick. He is almost ready to molt and acquire his adult tuxedo suit
These are adult King penguins (second in size only to the Emperor penguins)
Baby fur seal. And to think that not too long ago they were being clubbed to death by humans . . .
Baby fur seal trying to see if Daddy looks better sideways . . .
More pics to come . . .