It was recently called to my attention that I have been a horrible, neglectful, dog mom.

I have 999999999999 pictures of my dachshund on my phone, but to find my old man Nembu, I had to scroll back 6+ months.

Terrible business.

To my credit, he is an exceptionally hard animal to photograph well and has decided that in his advanced age, my grumpy old man doesn’t have to even appear to play along.

This happens when I get the camera out and actually get him to settle down.

Or this happens

And when I do get him, he looks like this.

Or this.

This is the saddest animal I have ever seen. He’s so pitiful, it hurts to look directly at him.

And this dog? Camera ready at all times, and patient.

Washington Square arch.

So much science, my head nearly exploded at the American Museum of Natural History

Follow the white pebbly brick road.

Taken out front of an elementary school on our walk back from the train.

Current obsession: Trader Joe’s sour cream & onion corn poufs.

Broccolini: our new favorite vegetable. Served tonight with miso, Israeli cous cous, sautéed leeks and thick cut pork chops.

Old meets new.

That little dog may have a hoarding problem. That, or he’s just an asshole.

Anniversary 6: amethyst. The hubbs has great taste.