Mems13's Blog

Luke.

mems13 — Fri, 09 Oct 2009 17:07:40 +0000

This is Luke. I’m not really his biggest fan. As horrible as this sounds sometimes I wish we never got him. There, I said it. He was a pain in the ass to house break! Over a year! Our poor old apartment reeked of dog urine because of him. It seemed no matter what I did or how hard I tried he just refused to comply. But darn it! He was a cute puppy!

I only post this one to show what a pudgy puppy Amber was <3

Cute as he may be, he is still a butt-head. He is a great actor though. He knows how to manipulate people into getting what he wants. Except for me, i’ve always seen through the charade. My husband is picking up on it too. *sigh*

Sasha and River!

mems13 — Thu, 24 Sep 2009 20:43:02 +0000

My kittens!

River is my cuddle buddy. She tries to get on my lap any chance she gets, even when she is not welcome. *gasp* She is shy and kinda stuck up, but I think that is normal for cats haha.

Sasha… is special. He is our klepto-ninja-monkey! Not always the brightest, but boy isn’t he beautiful? He is my handsome little boy!Yeah, I edited this

They’re not related, this was the first day they met. Luke was amused.From hisses to cuddles

Amber.

mems13 — Thu, 24 Sep 2009 19:15:38 +0000

This is one of my babies.

She is bigger now, but for me this is how I will always see her.

Always the center of attention.

Amber and Sasha are best buds, Sasha loves to give Amber kisses. One of these days I will get that on film but for now you can watch them play fight. ^_^

I <3 my furbabies!

Dreaming?

mems13 — Thu, 24 Sep 2009 19:03:19 +0000

A Dream within a Dream
by Edgar Allan Poe (1809 – 1849)

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
ThIs much let me avow –
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream:
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand—
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep
While I weep–while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?