All, Or At Least Mostly, About Eve

No, it's not the famous movie. It's that Peloza. And it's Eva. 

There was a Jungle Book show.

 

Yes, it was a mom-daughter collab.

 

Check this out. So who did you marry?

In other news, I feel good about helping the babies in the shelter, the purgatory between the streets and the Humane Society. I do the dishes on some Sundays. There is a before/after feeling like I don't get anywhere else in my life.

 

This little guy, the white bunny, is there every week. I don't why I always notice this guy, but he's always in the bin. And he's always ready to take another shift with a pup who wants a chew. He gives until it hurts.

Now, we'd be remiss if we didn't talk about anything else that happened. Such as. Americans who don't have maps. Such as. First, the puggle.

He's a good sleeper.

More dinners at our local spot.

Trying to give away the stroller from the infamous leg fracture incident from 2014. A before and after.

 For real, almost 11 years' between the photos.

Does Eva like her teachers? Yes she does.

All About the Pugamins

So many things happening. But I'm not there. Eva heads to Florida for Spring Break, Levi goes off to New Orleans. That Peloza dad headed north to scout locations for the big Canadian/Slovenian goodwill tour coming up this summer.

Back home our adoptive nephew Justice, from Ghana, put a huge dent in the hot sauce that no human in our home could stand. We just needed a few dozen wings to make it happen.

There was another aerial show last month. Only one picture of my wife (Eva didn't select any of the pics of her from the show). Yowza.

And then there's a puggle.

And scene

Dog Days of Winter

The year of our dude 2025 began fine enough, but then four days in whammo, winter storm. Fun for a day while we played in the snow. Putting Antarctica jackets to good use. 

 

Ten days later, things finally got back to normal. But the damage had been done. January was an indulgent month. Impromptu crazy expensive sushi dinners on a random night.

  

No Levi in the picture because he's a working man. Just like that Rush song. Only this working man is usually found manning window #2 in the McDonald's drive thru. Funny how no one ever spells the word through correctly when it refers to a drive up window at a restaurant.

 

He did manage to make one important dinner, more sushi, this time on his birthday.

Not all the indulgence took place outside the home. One Saturday feast, a quasi-cafe with Eva.

Home from work in time to spend two hours talking about US history with Justin, Levi finally found someone who can keep up with him on the topic.

More candles for birthday dinners. This one about 45 days late, and in Cancun Mexico. I'm told I was a bit salty at this dinner due to some work and mezcal issues earlier in the day.

 

Squeezing in another trip, this up the road to Canada.

 

 

 

Throughout all of this indulgence, Rubble remained at home waiting for us to return home

 

 

 Snuggle Puggle.

 

 

 

 

This boy knows how lucky he his. But still, I think he wants a sibling. Someone to take him in hand, and show him how to move on from cars and people going by the house. Or maybe to join in.

A potential sibling came at the first chance to save another dog. At the animal shelter I discovered Lucky. He was in not great shape psychologically, the dogs don't get a lot of attention while they wait for their chance to move to the Humane Society next door for adoption. He clearly just wanted to give and receive affection, so after 15 seconds outside in the cold we came back in. But I couldn't bear the idea of putting him back in his cage for the second straight week. So we just sat together for over half an hour. This guy is going to be make some family crazy happy. An update will come on the next post, with Lucky hopefully gone from the Humane Society and in his forever home.

In protest, Rubble threw himself against a moving trailer. Not just a pretty face.

 Fear not, he's healing nicely. A dozen stitches can't slow this boy.