The Herberts at home.
We took the Herberts (the dogs) to meet the new house today. Specifically, to encounter the phenomenon of stairs. Mayhem ensued. At least there wasn’t any decor they could damage.
The rugs and chairs are preliminary little presents to the house. Libations. Declarations of intent. The rug was from ebay – for sixty bucks an almost new wool Pakistani rug, hand-made, going cheap because, the ad said, their cat chewed the binding on two edges. It also said “Cat, now deceased”. We did wonder. The chairs, also Ebay, cost even less than the rug.
My usual photographic dunceness notwithstanding, it was hard to get a picture of Ella (aka Elsie) because she had ants in her pants. Both of the dogs are from the pound and we’re Elsie’s fifth home. She comes with somewhat anty baggage. Big Boy, though, he way too cool for baggage. Or ants.
Big Boy aka Remington.