There’s nothing better than chilling at the beach with your mates…
❤ ❤ ❤
Not far from the coast of Barrow-In-Furness lies a curious little island with an rich and interesting history. Earliest records stretch back to the 12th century when King Stephen placed the island under the care of Savignac Monks and the Cistercian order. It was here that for centuries grain, wool, wine and other precious commodities were stored (and smuggled).
What remains of the castle and it’s surrounding fortifications today is mostly a mass of crumbling stone and a pub called ‘The Ship Inn’. This pub has taken care of those that pass through with lunch and a pint of local ale for centuries. Traditionally whomever runs the pub is crowned ‘King of Piel Island’ and the tradition continues to this day. Apparently there is a ceremony that involves you sitting in a 300 year old wooden throne and having beer poured all over you.
My idea of heaven.
Last July when we visited Cumbria we took a tiny little boat across waters peppered with jellies to explore Piel island and a few pints.
We made a friend on the ferry over. 😉
And even more friends once we got there!
I love a good sheepie cuddle. ❤
Our tour guide Mr. Chicken was ace.
Because I can’t seem to do more than one thing at I time, I nearly fell of the side off the island and tumbled into the sea when I was busy framing a shot and not watching my feet. Thankfully my darling father-in-law was there in time to pull me out of the brambles and into safety. You really can’t take me anywhere!
We celebrated my near death experience with a pint!
A few little jellies…
That’s it! Piel Island done! x
I realise it’s Christmas and these photos are from November, but I’ve been a very busy lady per usual so sorryabouthat!
Anyway, PUGS! Enjoy the snarfly, wrinkly, flarpy puggleses and a few Frenchies!
This one is mine.
My magical Mrs. Tumness.
Queen of the Flarp. Princess of all of the peppermints. The wuggle wugwuggs.
That’s her with her Grampa bear.
And here’s me cheating on her with another wuggs.
ACK! That face! Love it.
Annnnnndddd another one!
Just letting it all hang out. 😛
And those are mine too! Sir Noodles (self proclaimed King of Pugs) and my other half, Mr. Gimmeyummy!
Pretty darn magical!
Happy Christmas!!! xxx
It was that time again.
Work. Sleep. Work. Sleep.
We needed a break!
One Friday afternoon a few weeks ago, we piled the family into the car (pups included) and headed North for a couple of days of respite.
Goodbye London, hello Worcester!
Pronounced “Wooster” Not “WAR-CHESTER” (as I continue to do despite knowing very well how it should be pronounced).
Our friends live in a beautiful old Georgian house filled to the brim with antiques nestled quietly between neighbouring farms.
The view from breakfast…
A gorgeous hike…
Happy little babies…
A bit of rain…
Which gave me plenty of time to explore this amazing house stuffed to the brim with antique tins, boxes, bottles, prints, signs and general oddities!
Pepper was not at all pleased when we told her it was time to leave! (Neither we were)
Thanks Linda & Al!!
My Dad has always been obsessed with cars. Actually, most of the men in my life have had a deep love for a superbly crafted automobile. The curves, the sparkle. The speed. The smell of expensive leather.
I get it, I really do.
I’ve never walked down the street with a man and watched him turn his head for a beautiful woman (honestly I think this is an urban myth or everyone else has dated assholes) but I have seen this happen more times then I could ever recollect with beautiful cars. I have witnessed my brother drop repeated F-bombs and actually blush with excitement at the sight of a classic corvette. I am convinced that the slow moving pedestrian traffic on Kings Road is entirely due to the ridiculous population of ultra expensive cars. You guys freak out over sexy machines the way I freak out over miniature ponies. And that’s okay!
Right, so today My husband and I ventured to Oxleas Wood for an impromtu picnic and some frisbee with the dogs. Much to our delight, there was some sort of classic car & BBQ event complete with a Rockabilly band in full swing!
There was absolutely NO way I was going to just walk by and not take photos for my Dad. That would just never happen. And tomorrow is his birthday! So what excellent timing! Hey Dad! I hope you enjoy this car-themed birthday blog post just for you!! x
Noodles starts us off right with a bit of window surfing on the drive to the park…
He gets really zen in the wind…
And then we did Frisbee!
And other people did kites! It was a great day for kites.
Pepper spent the entire time trying to be more adorable than she currently is.
Ha! Like that is even possible.
Good try Pepper pug. You are the maximum level of cute allowed by the UK Government.
We tried to take a nice duo selfie but Pepper kept licking my eye balls and it was just too dang bright outside.
And then the sun turned to storm clouds…
So we decided to beat the rain and hiked up the monster hill and started snapping car photos!
I’m going to preface this section by saying that my car knowledge is even lower than my ability to fully appreciate cars. I can identify cars that are clearly rad but I don’t know what they are called or why they are special or how many horses they have in their doo-hickey. So forgive me for being a complete jerk and making up new names for these cars. Because I’m about to do that. Maybe my Dad can enlighten me afterwards. Or disown me entirely.
THIS is obviously a super awesome VW Bus and a child would know that. And it is awesome.
This used to be a VW bus right?
And now it’s a VW Truck? Okay. VW-BUSSYTRUCK. Boom! This is easy. NEXT!
Sweet Lord, this is clearly Jessica Rabbit as an automobile. Jessica Rabbit In-CAR-nate?
That’s either the worst or best pun ever. Worst, right?
That looks like the back end of a woman in a tight red dress to me.
I know I’m getting a bit abstract here. But I see what I see.
This is some sort of old-timey truck with it’s flappy flaps up so all the men can see the horses in the doo-hickey. Amiright?
This is a tow truck and I know that because I can read.
This is Elvis’ car and I know this because his name is all over it.
Elvis apparently had really good taste because this car is gorgeous and makes me want a chocolate malt and a flash mob doing Grease Lightning to come into my life immediately.
Not entirely convinced that this was CAR, more like a wonderful vehicular creation of scraps and doo-dads.
Yeah okay fine it’s probably a car.
A car clearly blasting Metal on the road to Hell.
Speaking of things that aren’t cars. This is not a car. I was informed that this is a deathtrap.
Aaaannnndddd it’s covered in Spiders.
I told the lady sitting on it that I thought it was pretty cool and she said “yeah we were going for something a bit retro.”
Hmmmmm I’m no expert but…
That’s not the word you were looking for.
THIS is retro.
And really fun.
This must belong to Gatsby. Obviously.
And this would be the opposite of that. TAZ.
This is Dick Tracy’s car.
I loved Dick Tracy. That was back before Madonna got all sculpted and sinewy. She was a proper babe. All of the Cleavage.
A series of beat up but exceptionally wonderful old trucks…
This car also had his flap up. It must have magic inside.
This is the George Clooney of classic cars. I might leave my husband for this car.
Am I becoming a car enthusiast?
This is simply stunning.
This car knows what’s up. I want to go to the party that this car is going to. I bet there is an infinity pool.
Not as awesome but still awesome. Subtly awesome.
They are all awesome. Which is why they are even here.
I have no idea what this is but it’s amazing and has an airplane hood ornament and looks like its eating a chrome sandwich.
I give you “The Flying Ford Chromewich”
This might be the shiniest car I have ever seen.
I actually looked this one up because I loved it so much. British make!
It’s simply dreamy.
This truck was my favourite and as much as a pile of metal can make a person swoon, it made me swoon.
Something so beautiful about the rust pattern & colour…
I mean… just incredible.
And that’s it! My random and fantastically surprising Sunday afternoon with a bunch of old cars. I hope you got a kick out of the photos dad! I love you! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! xxx
AHHHHH!!!! The first Saturday of every month there is a gathering of pugs and pug owners in Green Park. I’m not entirely sure why it has taken so incredibly long for me to attend, but I have now corrected this cosmic mistake and will forever attend the monthly pug meets! I was so excited meeting these amazing creatures that I overzealously mishandled a puppy and sustained a minor eye injury. All in the game yo!
Behold! Pugs galore! All shapes and sizes! All magical and super rad.
Princess Peppermint Sparklechops was ready for it.
I certainly was. I picked up the first stranger pug I saw. MINE! HUGS! GIMME!
Pepper is all “What the hell mom?” and I’m all “I CAN HUG ALL OF THE PUGS. DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT. GO PLAY!”
And off she went!!
This is the slugger that did me eye in…
Sir Noodles got some snuggles too…
Pretty much the best day ever. Plum pugger’d out!
If you live in London and own a pug, why not join the rest of us crazies at one of London’s pug meetups? http://www.meetup.com/londonpugs/
See you there! x
After the crazy/busy/wonderful/stressful
year we’ve had, all we wanted for Christmas was to kick our feet up and RELAX.
We didn’t go anywhere this year.
No Spain, no Cumbria, no Nashville.
Nope, not in 2013.
We’ve had a proper staycation.
We bought a Christmas tree and hung up stockings and all that jazz.
I’m not religious at all but I love Christmas decorations and the traditional bits associated with it.
Combine that with having this big old house that hasn’t been painted or decorated yet…I probably went a little crazy decking the halls.
I only have 3 days left of my vacation and I’m pretty sad about it.
I’ve gotten used to eating meals with my husband (gasp!) and getting to accompany him on dog walks (what?!).
We’ve spent a lot of time watching films in and out of the cinema as well as working our way through The Wire (which is downright unbelievably good television).
S even made us a gorgeous Christmas dinner! Amazing!
And because these are too fantastic not to share-here are a couple of brilliant shots from the company Holiday party.
Can you guess the theme?
We’ve been dog sitting a little muppet of a dog over the holidays as well so there are THREE pups in our pack currently. Lots of walks and lots of fun at Greenwich park.
Meet Cooper. The Fraggle.
I took my camera along on one of our walks the other day to capture some more of the magic that is my new neighbourhood.
I seriously cannot believe I get to live in such a beautiful place.
That view NEVER gets old.
We made a few furry friends along the way.
Simon and the pups at the top of One Tree Hill. Simply breathtaking.
I know I’m very lucky. I love my life and especially the people and creatures that are part of it.
Wherever you are in the world I hope you are feeling the same way and enjoying all the beautiful things that make the world so magical. If it’s not going so well for you, take a deep breath and know that you are loved and that the New Year is just around the corner.
Draw a line under the bad stuff and get ready for a year of joy! xx
I remember the exact moment I realized that the magical sparkly world I lived in might be a big horrible lie. I was 6 years old and I had been seeing this commercial for weeks in between my much-cherished Saturday morning cartoons:
Omg. They fly. They are ponies that fly. Flutter Ponies. Holy shit. NEED.
I decided that I had to have a flutter pony more than anything in the world and eventually I wore my mother down and was soon standing in the “Barbie aisle” of Target (as I always called it).
AKA the “PINK aisle” (American girls you know what I’m talking about).
Anyway, there I am. A shiny naive six-year-old Jamie Susan. I’m rocking the SIDE PONYTAIL and I’ve got my SLIP-ON KEDS and I’m taking FOREVER carefully selecting my magical flutter pony.
Probably the most important decision of my life at this point.
How do you choose a new best friend!?
I picked the pale yellow one with pink hair. I don’t recall her name. But I couldn’t get out of Target fast enough to free her from her packaging and watch my new friend fly across the parking lot.
I literally threw her into the air. I watched with all of the hope in the universe. My pony was gonna flutter around my head like a butterfly and my life would be complete.
Instead, gravity ripped her from the air and she landed near my mom’s car with a loud plastic THUD.
I remember my mother gazing down at me with amazement on her face.
“Why did you do that??”
I looked at her incredulously. WHAT A STUPID QUESTION!
I can honestly still recall the sensation of my tiny angry face hurting from pinching it up in disdain and shock at my flutter pony’s poor performance.
“Moooooooooooom!!! She’s broken!!!” I bellowed.
“Oh Jamie.” She sighed. She picked up my poor flutter pony and handed it back to me.
The car ride home involved a long conversation about what you see on TV vs. reality.
This conversation was necessary I suppose, but it stabbed me in the heart as I clutched my stupid pony. I simply refused to believe that the Saturday Morning cartoon advertising THAT I TRUSTED AND APPRECIATED would lie to me this way. Don’t they know how awful it is to lie about whether or not a pony can fly?
So, let’s speed up 24 years into the future of my life. I still love ponies. I love magic. I love fantasy. I am however, completely lacking of the beautiful naiveté I clutched onto as a child.
Aren’t we all…
Photography lets me tap into that little girl that believed all those glittery falacies and sometimes I get the opportunity to capture images that directly source those pure innocent feelings. It’s a gift I receive on a regular basis.
On a hike through New Forest, a few months back when the weather was still bitter and the Spring flowers were desperately trying to push through, I encountered ponies.
Velvety, soft and magnificent ponies. Gentle and wild all at the same time.
It was extraordinary and it made me feel very pleased to be alive and grateful for EVERYTHING good in the world.
I also found some super fluffy sheep and some delightful foresty bits.
Towards the middle of the day, after hiking for a couple of wintry hours, we stopped in Burley for lunch and I saw this in a shop window…
This immediately reached in and dredged the whole bittersweet flutter pony childhood tale from my memory banks.
And then on the last leg of the hike, I climbed over mounds of prickly bushes and through deep pockets of mud just to say hello without trying to “capture the moment”…
My husband pulled out his iPhone just at the right time and snapped this sweet little blurry shot of me COMPLETELY in my element.
Life is beautiful folks.
Even in a world where plastic ponies don’t actually fly. xx
I have a love/hate relationship with zoos.
As an animal lover (and I use this lightly as I’m probably more of a fanatic than a lover) I appreciate the opportunity to see animals. Anytime, anywhere…I’m game.
Hahaha. See what I did there???
Anywayyyyy…I’ve only been to one animal park where I didn’t feel like the animals were sad and bored and miserable. See here: https://nashvillegirlinlondon.wordpress.com/2012/02/07/the-lake-district-and-lemurs/ And here: https://nashvillegirlinlondon.wordpress.com/2012/11/01/parental-invasion/
Recently this Safari park made the news because this happened: http://www.guardian.co.uk/uk/2013/may/24/tiger-mauls-zoo-worker-cumbria
This made me very sad because I love this place dearly. It doesn’t feel like a zoo and they are so incredibly dedicated to animal conservation. But they are wild animals…so I suppose these things happen.
All of that being said, when researching fun things we could hit up on the drive back to London, I saw that there was a “world famous” zoo in Dartmoor as featured in the film “We Bought a Zoo”
I remembered that Jonsi did the soundtrack for this film and I though I haven’t actually seen the film, the website for the real-life zoo made it sound like a wonderland of zoological proportions. It also bragged about how great it was for photographers because the animal enclosures were so close up. I was exceptionally excited!
First, there were hardly any animals. Half of the exhibits were empty. No indication given as to why. It was like touring an abandoned zoo. When we did actually find animals, they were very very far away.
I used my super duper zoom lens to capture this. We were squinting to make out what animals these were from about a football field away.
And granted, those are big fat adorable Capybaras. But after seeing them…from a mile away…there was about 15 minutes of walked past completely empty exhibits until we found a clearly distressed racoon pacing in circles in a very tiny little chain linked space. Screaming like he was on fire. It was fucking grim.
Needless to say I didn’t photograph the poor guy.
The petting zoo area was fenced off in such a way that you couldn’t actually pet anything. We watched as family after family pushed their prams through the muddy path only to find out that all the animals were 50 feet from the fence and you could not enter to actually pet them.
We watched as couple after couple tried to explain to their incredibly disappointed children on the way back through the mud that “they don’t know why the goats are so far away” and “they don’t know where all the animals are…”
I did get a couple photos.
The Cheetah exhibit was the only only exhibit where you could actually get uninterrupted photos.
The Lion & Tiger enclosures were small and surrounded by chainlink on all sides.
The whole experience just made me feel horrible to be human.
I just looked at the zoo map online again and I’m simply puzzled. Where were all these animals?
We thought about asking for our money back, but then realized that Dartmoor Zoo definitely needed that money more than us. Sheesh.
We were at the Zoo for about 45 minutes. I’m not even joking. We walked back to the carpark in complete silence. Once inside the car we just sort of looked at one another in a state of shock and grumpily continued our journey home.
Thankfully, we decided to cut through Dartmoor National Park and the day was SAVED!!!
SAVED BY SHEEP!!!
SAVED BY PONIES!!!
My husband is brilliant at spotting things way before I see them (because of his super sharp astronaut vision) And he was able to see ponies congregating in a carpark off the side of the road in time for us to hang a sharp right and park the car amongst them.
These ponies were the most ultra chilled out group of ponies I have ever met.
I’d say they were “stoner ponies” if such a thing existed because they were M-E-L-L-O-W.
Check out the utter disbelief on my face.
Followed by complete happiness…
After more time petting ponies than we had probably spent in the Dartmoor Zoo, I reluctantly got back in the car, blowing air-kisses at my new fluffy gypsy friends as we pulled back out onto the main road.
Thinking I had seen it all, that the day was not only saved but could not get much better, I made another friend by the side of the road!
Also mega-laidback and happy to be hugged.
GLASS HALF FULL!
Next up…RHS Garden Wisley, Surrey
I’ve gotten quite used to listening to most people around me moan about the dreary winter weather in England.
I used to think everyone was just being grumpy and dramatic.
But to be honest, I’m getting a bit weary of the cold myself.
Recently London was blanketed in snow and it seemed like everyone gave up their constant complaining for a few days and really enjoyed it! Imagine that!
I really and truly love snow days and was very excited to take the pups out and do some frolicking!
Pepper’s not so sure about it…
But she soon got some cuddles and warmed up a bit…
Snow is also good for wrestling!
Noodles happens to love the snow…as well as affection from his favorite park buddy!
Okay, so that’s officially enough snow for me!
Bring on some Spring!!!
After one whole year away from all the beautiful people I love dearly and have MISSED EVERY SINGLE DAY(like you wouldn’t even understand) I simply had to go home.
My life would of course be much easier if all of my friends and family were located in the same city, but like most families, they are strewn out around the United States.
It’s always going to be challenging to see all of the folks that I would like to when I visit. It’s simply not possible. I will also miss weddings, births, and killer dinner parties whilst I’m abroad.
This is just a sad reality of my spectacularly fun new life. ;(
We flew into Cleveland first because that’s where a big chunk of my family live.
My beautiful Aunts did their best to make our stay the most relaxing and fun few days imaginable…
I even got to spend some quality time with the family pets!
And no trip to CLE is complete without stopping by Cedar Point.
We rodes some epic and terrifying coasters…
Ate some massive BBQ turkey legs…
Then we passed out from jet lag exhaustion!
Followed by a quick flight to Nashville!!
I immediately had a bar party and invited everyone to come out and give me a year’s worth of hugs.
Toasts were made…
I was so excited to spend time with some of my besties…
This one made me want one of my own…
Even with fussy scrunched up sad baby face…
There were lots of babies being made whilst I was away…
Big fat squooshy pretty babies!!!
And some of the babies I knew a year ago weren’t babies anymore, but little tiny people…
Simon made some new friends as well…Of the furry variety…
And the wacky-conspiracy-theory-Jesus-loving-rocker-chick variety…
Crazy girls are the hottest. Always. That is a fact.
LOVE YOU LALA. Forevs. PS. Her Dad MIGHT be Ziggy Stardust. FYI.
My mom was as pretty as I remember her being…
My brother was still a massive fantasy football dweeb…
Gorgeous sunny Murphmurph was just as gorgeous and sunny as ever…
Becca was still awesome and smart and sharing her love of great food…
She and her fantastic fiance took us out to Dinner at Silo http://www.silotn.com
Exceptional and elevated Southern cuisine welcoming me home proved to be JUST what I needed…
Especially deviled eggs three ways…
Deep fried greenbeans…
And pork belly…
We even visited my beloved Bombay Palace http://www.bombaypalacetn.com/
They were all super excited to see me too! Awwwwww!
Actually, we did a lot of eating.
And of course, we had to work some of it off…
No better place than Edwin Warner Park…
So that was our trip back to Nashville via Cleveland. A ton of photos I know, but some super wonderful days with friends and family! Hopefully I’ll be back sooner than later and can see more of my loved ones this time! See ya soon Nashville xx
Hi Friends. Sorry it takes me forever and ever to post lately.
I’m a busy little worker bee in hustle-y bustle-y ole Londontown. You must forgive me!
Needless to say, spending Christmas in Spain was exceptionally cool (as you have probably surmised from my last few posts).
I don’t celebrate Christmas for religious reasons (because I’m not a religious lady) but to be honest, I LOVE the aesthetic of Christmas.
Big fat glittery Christmas trees and shiny foil wrapping paper get me all swoony inside.
Eggnog, chocolate truffles, and roasted meat? Yes please.
To get to do, see, and experience all of these things in fancy pants Spain with my beautiful and FUN Spanish family was simply the best.
There was so much food. So many presents. It was quite simply the loveliest and merriest of Christmases I could imagine ever having.
I present it to you with limited comment!
The boys worked hard to prepare Christmas dinner…
They even served everyone!
My paleo plate!
The wine began to flow and so did the laughter!
And then the machetes?
And of course…dishes were tackled…
Snuggles were had…
Feliz Navidad!!!!! xx
I made a few friends in Spain…the furry four legged variety.
And of course, because I am me, I took their photos…
Look at his big fat grumpy head! xxxooo
This dog that looks like yoda…
My niece-kitties “Six” and “Seven”…
Super schnozzle close-up…
And last but not least, my Father-In-Law’s adorable beagle mix “Benny”
If this goofball doesn’t bring immediate joy into your heart then something is clearly broken inside of your soul.
Benny shows off his serious dog model good looks…
Benny loves his uncle!
Hooray for Spanish furballs! Til we meet again!
Next up…Christmas in Spain xx
I was just about to post the first batch of my Spain photos and realized that yet again, I’ve got photos from other trips that I’ve not posted!
I’m not sure how my spectacularly magical Summer trip to Barton fell through the cracks of my blog posts, but I’m here to rectify this oversight!
Beaches, flowers, forests full of ponies, frolicking puppies, and double rainbows.
Pretty damn magical.
Rainbows and wild ponies in New Forest!!!
We’ve got a routine with our pup Noodz that is pretty much the highlight of my day.
At 9:30am every morning a BIG group of dog owners and their gorgeous dogs meet at the park down the street from us for an hour or so of full on doggle action.
Sometimes there are only a few dogs, other times it’s closer to 20.
It’s the best antidepressant you could imagine.
Without fail. Rain or shine. Mud or snow.
I get up every morning knowing that there are wagging tales, big bright puppy smiles, and a community of fellow dog lovers waiting for us across the street.
If you aren’t a dog owner, or animal lover, you might not get it.
But our dog is pretty much our child, and finding such a great group of people to get training tips from, brag about your dog with, and bemoan the not so fun aspects of dog ownership with…well it’s amazing.
I took my camera along with me the other day in an attempt to capture some of the magic.
I give you, (some of) the pups of Larkhall Park:
Here comes Noodz!
More dog park posts coming soon!
I already have a lot of pups in my life.
Noodz (our babyfoxdog creature)
Tank (the über-snuggly office pup)
Soooooooper muzzlepowsch moisture droplet closeup
He loves nap time with Noodz…
And Introducing the newest member of our little family…
Princess Peppermint Sparklechops “Pepper” MY BABY PUGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!
Merry Christmas to me!!!!
Thankfully, Noodz ADORES her.
They both love sleepytime on Daddy’s lap after breakfast…
She’s amazingly smart and sweet and we love her so very very very very much.
DREAMS DO COME TRUE! PUGDREAMS!
While we are on the subject of people visiting me in London….
My Parents came to see me!!!!!!!
In April, they decided to be brave and close their dental practice (for the first time in like ONE BILLION YEARS) to come visit me in London!
They only had 9 days and that included a trip up North to Cumbria to visit the In-Laws (as well as my most favorite Animal Park) so we really had to cram a lot in…
By now, I’m pretty much the official “First trip to London must-see tour guide”…
Of course, we had to go to Westminster…
As well as Westminster Abbey…
Mom attempts to soak in more than a thousand years of history…
Tralfagar was next…
It was pouring down rain off and on, but we soldiered through!
A stormy stroll along the Thames…
We stopped in Stratford-upon-Avon (the birthplace of William Shakespeare) on the way up North to experience some of the festivities taking place in honor of his birthday.
Strolling around the Lake District…
AND FINALLY, SAFARI PARK HAPPY PLACE!!!
MY LOVE AFFAIR WITH THE GIRAFFE…
Look at this guy’s FINGERS!!!
MAKING FRIENDS LIKE I DO.
I don’t really like these guys very much…
They are very very large and agressive…
But THIS dude right here is THE BEST!
THE END XXOO
By now, you should all be very familiar with my fluffy-fox-creature-pup Noodles.
AKA: Noodz, Schnoodles, Schnoddles, Knob dog, BeeBee, Noodies, and Noodie Noodie.
We recently had our friend from Nashville visit us, and he took quite the shine to her.
He still loves his Daddy though…
Now it is time for you to meet his best friend in the whole wide world.
Meet Chewy. AKA: Chewbacca, Baxter, Baccy and Chewstifer Bagshot/ Chewstifer Baggins, Chop Suey Chewy, Chewy Chow Mein, and Bubba Lou.
Chewy is my friend Anna’s Lhasa Apso, and Noodles’ best friend for life.
They basically run the park and wear each other out on a regular basis.
It’s all sorts of adorable.
We recently took them to Battersea park for a super fabulous doggy play date and adult picnic, and they were inseparable.
They even got in the pond for a swim!
The rest of the afternoon was pretty much a feast of fluff and dog wrestling.
Those may look like vicious snarling teeth, but I assure you, it’s all just puppy play and they always end up in snuggletown.
TRUE LOVE!!!!!! XXOO
Hello friends! I’m not in the habit of dedications here at Gimmeyummy, but in this case, I must make an exception and dedicate this entry to one of my BFF’s in Nashville, TN.
This is for you Katie Warren. You may be the only other person on this planet who specifically understands my sincere love for baby cows. Thank you for always supporting my embarrassing need to hug animals!
One of my favorite places to stay in England is the gorgeous little Bed & Breakfast at Broadgate Farms in Bleasdale, Preston, Lancashire.
With the tastiest Full English Breakfast you could dare to dream of and the cutest most well-stocked guest rooms, there is no other lodging choice for us when we visit my husband’s family up North.
The last time we stayed at Broadgate, I was lucky enough to get to explore the working farm and get a bunch of great shots of the property and the adorable little cows they raise.
GLAMOUR SHOT! HA!
And of course, my favorite and the most important part… COWS!!!
LOOK AT THOSE SQUIDGY LITTLE NOSES!
And those super long plush eyelashes!!!
And the HAIRDOS! AMIRIGHT?
THESE are the bitty babies.
This guy almost took my ring off…but it was SO WORTH IT.
I present to you, my very first Gimmeyummy Video experience for your viewing pleasure.
YES, I know how ridiculous I am. DEAL.
Alas, I have returned!
ITALY WAS THE BUSINESS! AMAZING TIMES WERE HAD!
I have about 2,000 photos to sort through and upload before I start posting (as well as my most recent Scotland trip…and I just got a new job…grrrrr)
Until then, I leave you with more photos of the newest addition to our family “Sir Noodles of Shropshire on the Glenn” the Pomeranian/Papillon mix.
We just call him “Noodz” and “Doggles” and he’s about 5 months old now.
He just gets cuter and fuzzier as time goes on!
He LOVES the cardboard insert of toilet paper rolls.
He also loves the snow.
This is “Paddy” the Jack Russell mix, his BFF at the park.
Paddy has mad fashion sense.
And “Zeus” the Yellow Lab.
Those are what we call “soulful” dog eyes.
And this is “Hercules”…very stoic!
I love my dog’s fluffy head situation.
And those satellite dish ears!
And watching him run with his daddy!
Like a little bunny!! I finally got a bunny! (sort of) 😉
In a feeble attempt to curb some of my cute animal hysteria, my husband and I acquired the fluffiest little bundle of cuddles in November.
Like ANYTHING could curb my addiction to darling little creatures.
When we got him at 6 weeks old, he was barely bigger that my hand.
He has grown like a weed!
He loves to eat my hair…
And my face…
Clocking in at 6.5 lbs now, he is almost as big as a small cat.
But bath time transforms our little bear/fox cub into a drowned rat.
He is always on the move!
And even though he is unbelievably adorable, he is a quite the feisty little beast.
And he loves his daddy more than anything…
Which is funny, because so do I!
I love my little London family!
Many of my photos lately have been of historic buildings and priceless art, but I also have an arsenal of nature photography!
These shots are from one of my trips up to the Lake District in Northern England.
The weather was unparalleled the day we visited.
The sun was warm, the air was fresh, and there were CUDDLY ANIMALS!
Everyone knows how I feel about furry things…lest ye be reminded…
So, we shall begin?
The Lake District is basically my idea of what heaven looks like.
I know most people hope for sandy beaches and clear blue seas, but I absolutely adore the countryside.
There is certainly no shortage of Unicorns in England. And THIS is why we are perfect for each other!
The only thing missing is centaurs and faeries.
I mean…c’mon, this is some storybook level scenery.
We’ve even got the magic forest mushrooms!
I could just sit down in this field right here and now, and do some professional cloud watching for the rest of my natural life.
No one does the English countryside better than England. FACT.
And because the universe finds it funny to give me heart palpitations by continuously creating fuzzy critters and exotic creatures for me to FREAK OUT OVER,
OF COURSE there is a friggin SAFARI PARK in the middle of Cumbria.
THOSE GIRAFFE’S ARE KISSING! BEST DAY EVER!
Fuzzy head nubbins steal my heart…nearly stop it from beating altogether…
I manage to get it together long enough to feed a Giraffe, almost requiring CPR.
There’s a monkey being all “I’m a monkey”…
And a peacock petting zoo? Whaaaaaa?
Wait, wait…and you say there are LEMURS in this petting zoo?
AND THEY HANG OUT IN CUDDLESTACKS??!!
Y’all don’t even know…I’m like…going to pass out right now…
There are Monkeys everywhere!
And there are signs all over the place about being careful handling the animals and warning people about getting bitten…THIS IS ALL NOISE TO ME!
You can’t just wave these things around at me! I’m going to steal all of your monkeys!
I DO NOT CARE IF I GET MAULED TO DEATH!
Don’t they know who I am!?
OH! Except for you. You stay away from me.
I don’t trust birds. I suspect they are smarter than everyone. Secretly plotting.
Something unsavoury is going on in that bird’s brain…
And you two! Nooooope. No hugs for you!
You guys keep sleeping over there with those tusk things. Not near my face.
And I’ll get my picture taken FROM AFAR with you Rhino pals…but I foresee very little snuggle action in our future.
But you sweet Pig lover you…
I’ll give you a quick shoulder squeeze and tell you I love you…because I totally