I am Walter and this is my World.

I am Walter and this is my World.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008


It's turning to winter and getting pretty dry here. Wally has trouble breathing sometimes when it's dry, he'll wake up in the dead of night wheezing through his nose. So I bought a penguin humidifier for the bedroom only to find out walter is transfixed with it. We call it "Pengie" now. He likes to kiss it and stare deeply into it's misty eyes, while soothing clouds of love drift by. I think it feels good on his nose too.

Monday, October 27, 2008

DIS bear ain't got no riddim....

I bought wally a new bear, in anticipation for when Poh-lee dies an (un)natural death. You can see how much he loves it. He reminds me of my Jamaican friend who said (of Minnesota) "Heatha- dis place ain't got no riddim." A beautiful way to phrase so very many things. Sorry Wally, momma will try harder, but lets remember how you first reated to Poh-lee...

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

My Russian Boyfriend

Okay, I'm the one who looks Russian in my new old man's winter hat...but Walter has the stoic countenance of a communist Bureaucrat, no? Today we went to the hardware store and Wally sat very nicely in the shopping cart. Only on the way out did I notice the "No Dogs" sign. What?? Who says there are no dictatorships in America! There's plenty!

Monday, October 20, 2008

I just want to play fetch!

Sorry we haven't blogged in so long, Walter and I took a cruise up the Gunflint trail, where he met some ducks that he found quite fascinating. They however did not share Walters enthusiasm and good will. Poor Wally.

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Juicy Bone tactic

This is walter enjoying a bone from the deli. He has his own way of doing things.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

So Long Pardner

Walter somehow knows when I'm getting ready to leave well in advance of me walking through the door. A shower is the first red flag. Then clothing. (okay, some days I work from home in my pyjamas. Maybe most days.) THEN if i put makeup on, I get this look, I call it the "I can't believe you're doing this to me" look. Then after I leave he sits in the window and gazes folornly out, letting all who pass by what a maltreated orphan he is. Sigh.