My bizarre, funny, little doodle bear

We'd been playing fetch normally, with direct lines to and from the frisbee, when this started happening:

Oh, and PS, I sound like a total hick. What's up with that?

Dogs, dogs, and more dogs!

Hanging around on a Friday evening...






"Oh, mom, hahaha, you are soooo funny! No one but Kate appreciates your humor like I do!"






Emmie:




Gretta:



Toby:

Ithaca is Gorges

Yeah, it took me embarassingly long to get that pun, even after having seen it on Matt and Katie's fridge for nearly a year.

So, Chris is at a physics REU (summer research program for smarty pants physics majors) at Cornell until August. Sigh. But, to make the transition easier, our friends Matt and Katie, who used to live in Ithaca, suggested we make a weekend trip of it and spend some time camping, hiking, and kicking around on the Finger Lakes Wine Trail (one of their favorite activities from their time in NY). While I was sad that Chris was leaving, we had a really, really good time. We learned some new stuff about wine (mostly that our tongues are not all that discerning), learned the true meaning of gorges, and got Chris all settled into his dorm room, which he described this evening as appealing to his "monastic side." Well, fair enough.

We left the dogs and puppies with our wonderful neighbors, who were very cool about all my neuroses and not at all insulted by the three page single spaced document I provided. Yeah. Let's speak no more of that. I came home to five wagging tails, twenty paws, four damp noses and one slightly runny nose, so I'm happy.

So, here's a pic of our traveling companions, Matt and Katie Shepherd:
And one of us! A rare gem!




And, FYI, the bumper stickers are correct--Ithaca is gorges. Really, really gorges. And waterfalls.