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Trilli didn't want to pose for a picture.  Yesterday morning we woke up to a dusting of snow covering the ground.  Just a little bit, light and beautiful.  Our pack has an extra member for awhile,  my grandmother's Chihuahua Baby.  She is in the hospital after a fall left her bruised and sore,  with underlying problems yet to be determined.  We love her so very much and are sending all our good thoughts  and prayers that she recovers quickly.  Her little Baby is in good hands though, we just love having her.  Baby in her little jacket :)  Trilli is obviously jealous, but adjusting to her presence.  The cats seem disinterested, being twice her size at least!  I've never cared for small dogs much, but she is just such a sweetheart.  Everyone please keep my granny in your thoughts this week!  Until next time, Angela Kelly the pack

Zae and Roxy are growing so very fast. Their kitten faces are transforming into grown up cat faces. At times they seem to be becoming lazy cats, but appearances can be deceiving. They both love to go outside and prowl. They chase each other around the house from one end to the other. They torment the other cats who want nothing to do with their youthful antics. Trilli loves to play with them, especially now they are not quite so frail and delicate, and instigate the chase a good deal of the time. Also, they love boxes. Until next time, Angela Kelly

It has been nearly a month since the untimely death of our dearest kitty. It is late tonight, I cannot sleep and my mind is filled with grief and sorrow still. I have heard it said that loving animals is only setting oneself up for pain in the end. I may have believed it, but until now I have never felt it. Not to say that I have not lost a pet in the past, in fact several, but fortunately they had all lived long and happy lives before old age and illness took them away. This cannot be said for Zaphod. His life only lasted two short years, and it is the knowing he was meant to spend another decade with us that pains me the most.  We adopted Zaphod when he was only five weeks old, a tiny grey fuzz ball too small to eat. He refused a bottle or wet food, and we honestly worried he was not going to survive those first few days. After several trips to the vet for IV fluids and two weeks of force feeding, he accept a bowl of dry food for his first real meal, despite...

Sorry for the absence fine followers, what a busy few weeks it has been. We are moved and settled into our new home on the farm, enjoying the work and scenery, as well as the company of our hosts, Daniel and Emily, and our fellow intern and roommate, Alex. Our last week at home was busy with packing and spending as much time as possible with our dear friends and families. We miss them terribly already. And now, what I know you're all waiting for- pictures! Here's the (many many) highlights of our last week at home in the 540 and our first week here in the 804 (that's right, I'm speaking in area codes- sue me.) Part 1: You say goodbye... Penny threw us a very nice going away party before we left. Good times with friends and family all gathered together to say goodbye. We also had dinner with my family on the mountain, where Amy and I painted roses an...