Dispatches from the Island

It breaks my heart to tell you that yesterday as we were preparing to all go to the airport Nunu was struck by a car as she crossed the stre...

I used to steal my dad's shoes so that he wouldn't be able to leave for work. Now every morning when I go to work, I find this:

is a lot like owning a monkey.

And finally...

I saved this one for near the end because it's her hands down fave. I buy this bone shaped, giraffe print squeaky toy in bulk. This is N...

Cat poop.

A cockroach. Relax. It's rubber.

Coach's Oats. It's our favorite oatmeal. It's the chewiest.

But it has been colder lately.

A squirrel. (Not a real squirrel.)

GREENIES! Give these to her and give her space. They really bring out her inner beast.

Oh yes. My pants. What happened to those pants?

Hmm... What is that thing? Oh wait. It's a pig.

Her pink thing. I can't tell you what we call this thing around the house.

A rawhide. Bone. Thing. For a second there I thought she was still working on her foot.

Her own foot.

The wrist strap to my digital camera. Give me that.

The phone.

Her bed.

My Nostrils.