I am Walter and this is my World.

I am Walter and this is my World.

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Woodsy Poh-Lee

Poh-Lee bear has definitely become Walters favorite toy. He takes him everywhere - including on walks through the woods....erm...or naps in the woods.

Lake Su-pug-ior

This is Wally in Lake Superior. He is the honorary mayor of Grand Marais!

Saturday, July 12, 2008

I dream of Wally

It was so sunny when Walter wanted to nap today, I put my silky green eyemask on him, the one i usually wear when I sleep and voila! worked like a charm.

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Walter staring at me.

This is an example of walter staring at me. He wants something, but it's up to me and my telepathic powers to find out what. Here we're in the car and so it could be he wants to go the park, or get ice cream. Probably both. Maybe he's decided the lambskin throw he's standing on is insufficient for his posterior and I should get him a different one. One things for sure, whatever I'm supposed to be doing, I'm not doing it fast enough.

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Lake Dreaming II

One more from our lakeside stroll. Summer never lasts long enough...

Sunday, July 6, 2008


This poor orphan was rescued from a favella in western Minnesota. The conditions were atrocious. There was no bottled spring water or lightly grilled chicken breasts to be found on the premises and the eiderdown comforter was out at the cleaners. Such a tragedy. Luckily for this poor boy, help has arrived. He's been whisked to a pug rehabilitation center where is receiving gourmet lunches and a pedicure. (Just kidding. It's walter after a bath.)

foto du Larkin

Saturday, July 5, 2008

Big Water Wally

This is ma punkin head on the beach.

foto du Larkin

Happy Campers

Me and Fatty Glumpkin! We are sitting on an enormous rock jetty that overlooks the water.

foto du Larkin

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Lake Dreaming

Walter and I went on a nice walk by the lake to clear our heads. Well, I cleared my head and he cleared his nether regions. He had macaroni and cheese for dinner last night and man-o-man, I don't think that sat well with him. Still, as Wallingford has taught me, one can always stop and pause reflectively on the beauty of the world in between bouts of distinct messiness.