I decided against going down to one post a month, so here's the second April post. Will there be any more posts this month? Stay tuned as you anxiously wait to find out!
Meanwhile it is time for a tiny bit of catching up. Blake is now thirty five and he has three adorable children. He is an accordion teacher at a small community college in Texas and he was featured last week in the local newspaper for his impressive bottle caps collection. He is married to a gorgeous foot model.
OK, OK. It hasn't been that long.
We popped over to Israel for a while. The doggies were driven to a farmhouse in Scotland (there and back in one day by my chauffeur/husband) - to stay with our breeder friend where they can play amongst other Great Danes surrounded by beautiful green hills. We miss them, but you know what they say about absence and fondness. You know, so I am not going to tell you.
|Blake helped watering the back garden real good before we left.|
Our time here is spent between an apartment in Tel-Aviv and my parents place which is further down to the south and unfortunately within missile range of Gaza. Fortunately so far Blake has been spared the lovely character building experience of being woken up at night by a loud siren and rushing to the safe room. He hasn't however been spared the dreaded female mosquitos who feasted on every visible part of him the very first night there; mind you, I can't fault their taste.
Blake is a real trooper. As we expected, he loves the adventure. Break his routine and take him somewhere else every day and he thrives. We have been to lots of different houses with lots of people, children and pets and Blake can't have enough.
|Politicians kiss babies. Blake kisses cats.|
The nice thing about the apartment is Tel-Aviv is the fact that it s right on the Yarkon River, so we only need to cross the road to rent a speedboat. So we did!