My little bites, D’artagnan. He’s a pint-sized punk-rock Napoleonic dictator, but the cuddlyist little guy I know. Since returning from the chaos that was Weinerfest, he’s been extra sleepy and extra snuggly. Neither of us is complaining.

Scene from the 2011 Dachshund Winterfest, where I spent my morning & afternoon selling, selling, selling! The event went great–we raised a lot of cash to cover rescue expenses & the T-shirt I designed sold out!

A ridiculously happy Nembu for almost no reason. It’s nice to see my sad old man with a smile.

These do not look like my feet. I finally broke down and with cajoling from my husband, bought my first pair of grownup workout shoes.

As I was taking the garbage out this morning, I was struck by how creepy the mist looked and just had to shoot it.

Ok, so some day I’ll take a picture of something that is not food. Today, however is not that day. Today I was too tired after working & working out for an inspiring shot.

Tonight’s dinner: eggs & hashbrowns. Eggs & hashbrowns has been my go-to dinner since high school and it’s still one of my absolute favorites. These days, the hashbrowns are fresh more often than not, and I include onion, shallot or leek and garlic powder. The eggs are always fried sunny side up, with the whites separated off and cooked until almost burnt. Cheese is optional & whatever I have on hand. Tonight it happened to be provolone & Swiss. A satisfying non-committal dinner for a rainy night.

Taken inside P.F Chang’s, Dolphin Mall with the Hipstamatic. Lens: Luciver VI, Film: Kodot XGrizzled.

I’m not sure exactly what these guys were yelling about, but they were pissed. I think the gist is that Obama is a communist sympathizer and therefore a traitor.

Taken outside of Versailles, a kickass oldschool Cuban restaurant/bakery/community meeting place.