Timex
1881
Dude, your cat’s arm is broke.
Nah, cats don’t have bones.
Portrait of a sad little pup. She got spayed on Thursday and they removed her rear dewclaws at the same time. Poor little dear is such an active girl, and is being forced into such inactivity. We can’t wait for stitch removal so she can get back to her normal shenanigans.
Bolt, my White Swiss Shepherd boy, is now a year old! He’s turning out to be completely awesome, gentle and well-mannered… well, except when he’s in full-on puppy mode, in which case he just wants to play. Fortunately his mum is totally onboard with that, and they chase each other silly around the property.
Here’s Bolt at 4 weeks old…
And here he is at 1 year old in the same pose, except with a longer tongue.
Hero shots:
RichVR
1885
You crop that last pic a bit and you have a work of art, KK.
Thanks RichVR, I really like that photo too. Moments later, the light was gone.
A cool shot of Smaug, presented in movie poster format. Photographed at night with some powerful spotlights during a filming session.
Bolt is such a pretty, happy looking puppy, krazy! Congrats!
Similar nightime pic of his American cousin(not a pet)
Smaug once considered visiting the US, until he realised they didn’t have any wallabies or fruit bats. There are those large, tasty looking snakes you’ve thoughtfully introduced, but they’re still a bit of a pain to eat, breaking one into bite sized pieces takes forever.
Giant Everglades Burmese Python, with size reference.
That’s an enormous torch!
Low flying birds…
Why hello there…
If you can see your reflection in my eye, you’re too close.
My Bichon called fluffy, I would like to claim responsibility for naming her but unfortunately that honour was for my kids.
That’s one determined looking Bichon.
Timex
1897
So if folks recall, I got two cats from the SPCA, Max and Claudia. They are doing well, and happy together. Getting them both was the right call, as they seem to entertain each other.
Yesterday, Max was standing on the arm of the couch, waving his paws in the air. He’s pretty good at standing up, apparently. Bear in mind, this is a gig from a bunch of pictures I took of him. He was doing this for a while.
Apparently, there was a ladybug crawling on the ceiling. I have infinite ladybugs around my house, and they tend to come inside when it gets cold.
Anyway, I dunno exactly what max thought he was going to do by waving his paws at it. Maybe he had no depth perception. Max is kind of weird.
Pod
1898
I’ve never understood if you ‘own’ this croc, or if it just terrorises your back garden occasionally and you take pics of it.
How does one go about owning a croc?
I imagine it involves rather serious negotiations and tense boardroom struggles.
We own Smaug, he lives (along with our other six crocs) on the property in his own facility, which is a deep pool, two holding pens, and a reasonably large area for wandering around in to scare the local fauna. The pool is designed to look completely natural above and below the surface (yes, you can get in the water with him, behind a barrier).
You’ll be pleased to know that you need a license to own a crocodile, and the facility and fencing needs to meet certain standards. You can only keep a crocodile greater than 60 cm in length if you live in the rural area, which we do. We use the facility mainly for filming.
