My puppy

I played at the Majors Creek folk festival last year (in 2009, that's weird) for the second year in a row. We had an amazing crowd on the Saturday night. We were the last band to play on the main stage and we had a crazy dancing audience which drove us to play as fast as we could. I really enjoyed it. If I can work out how, here's a picture or two of the crowd (for they're far more exciting than us on the stage). I enjoyed playing. It had been a while.

When I got home I found out we were getting a puppy. To tell you the truth, I didn't think we deserved a new dog. Our last one died from rat bait. I think that makes us bad owners. I blame my parents for leaving it where they did. I also blame myself for jinxing the poor dog a week before it happened. I told my parents the dog would eat it. They said I was silly. Then she died.

So the latest addition to our family is Bella. (I'm not a twilight fan,

but I'm aware of the connotations. As a result, I tried to get the name Ninja to catch on for a while, but then stopped because I thought it might confuse the poor dear.)

So this was Bella when we first got her. She is a toy poodle,

and she was the tiniest and cutest thing I'd ever seen.

The first time Bella and I spent any time apart, disaster struck. My sister's kid, so the story goes, threw my poor baby off of my brother's deck. Why his parents didn't think he didn't need to be watched, I do not know. My folks were out and the parents delivered a massive fail. But it's ok. I will never leave her again. She is now my puppy.

She has a fracture, so she's in a cast. She's had two so far, and will have them for another 3 weeks or so. She's grown. But she's still so cute. She's so well behaved and coping really well with having a cast on. She's on massive amounts of pain killers, my poor baby, but she's mending well.