A while back we had a party for my middle daughter who had just graduated from college, (may I brag a moment?…Summa cum laude!) Anyway, I was talking with one of the guests who had been present that night and she jokingly–or so I thought at the time–informed me I had a ghost. She then preceded to tell me that several of the pictures she had taken that night had “orbs” in them. Since I wasn’t clear on what an orb even was, I wrote it off as yet another one of our middle-aged friends taking an early foray into dementia. But then I started noticing that many of the pictures I have taken in my house also have these weird little round things. We live in a Victorian home build in the 1800’s, but that is all I know about it’s history. Here are a couple of recent pictures with the little orbs in them…does anyone have a scientific explanation?
And more importantly, can anyone tell me WHY the heck Wishbone is STANDING on the TABLE????
Can you see an orb?
No orb in this one!
We need toys, cause Wishbone tore up all of our old ones! (see picture of naughty dog!)
And mom hid all of her nice chewy shoes and now all we have to play with are tennis balls and little green apples…(see picture of very sad dogs).
We need a new ball, and a Wee Wubba Tug and a Fling Thing…and a Tug Frisbee. And chew treats too! Jerky! Jerky! We like Jerky! Mom told us about a reader appreciation contest where we can win a thirty dollar gift certificate to buy great doggie stuff from doggone good.com. So please pick us!….(look again at picture of sad doggie faces) We need toys! Toys! Lots of toys!
Pick us! We’re good dogs!
We went out to dinner and came home to this…Wishbone managed to open the treat cabinet and decided to help herself. She had just been spayed and was separated out from the other dogs, so she couldn’t lay the blame on anyone else. Though she tried. Check out that totally innocent face. Mess? What mess? Wishbone is one of our rescue dogs. She has a few issues, but she’s learning quickly, this was probably just a throw back to her pan-handling, dumpster diving days…so many great dogs, so few homes!
