tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24533144090080550182024-02-07T03:39:49.373-05:00Our Daily BrynIrish Wolfhound. Muppet. Pirate. Stuffy Destroyer. House and Yard Protector. Chewbacca Impersonator. Meet Our Bryndled Beastie...Our Bryn.Nancy E. Dunnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09981214233787620842noreply@blogger.comBlogger459125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453314409008055018.post-58396071428176089672022-11-04T10:34:00.005-04:002022-11-04T10:36:17.457-04:00On indefinite hiatus, with so much gratitude<p></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnrcNOt-tCMlGZHRsK5_oCaDWH0x1cOrC91C_jIp5ShReVTXtejJj47G-sbCpBpjkNtzhYhjrH0_VqYRSiSZD76DifIJH-FiMAUsN5SjtfeRPmbzqxO4oU6LeIRd7GkxpznvB2kRypNu3ETyuoXMGdTwKWMO6PCdSfN0azVWBXuDXHXmjkE4WlyOo/s728/100480187_10163502402980253_6831444418306768896_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="728" data-original-width="719" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnrcNOt-tCMlGZHRsK5_oCaDWH0x1cOrC91C_jIp5ShReVTXtejJj47G-sbCpBpjkNtzhYhjrH0_VqYRSiSZD76DifIJH-FiMAUsN5SjtfeRPmbzqxO4oU6LeIRd7GkxpznvB2kRypNu3ETyuoXMGdTwKWMO6PCdSfN0azVWBXuDXHXmjkE4WlyOo/s320/100480187_10163502402980253_6831444418306768896_n.jpg" width="316" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bryn and Mommy at CRF</td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I haven't posted much here because the summer seemed like a roller coaster - from incredible highs like being able to go out without a mask to the worst lows like Bryn's pneumonia, Ciaragh's surgery for a burst cyst, and on and on and on.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">But we persisted, my furry threesome, my husband and I...and continue on for however long the five of us will be a family. We are taking each day with our 9.5-year-old with gratitude. We are working toward Ciaragh making a return to being a Rennie hound. We are following orders from our Combat Wombat, Col. Willow-Pickle<br />. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Thanks to everyone that has loved our Bryndled Beastie and her packmates. I want to leave you with a memory that just came up for me on social media, a vision of how I will always remember my time doing faires with my Best Rennie Hound, Bryn:</span></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p><i>Possible best moment yesterday - a couple came into the barn to meet Bryn and I could see tears already in her eyes as she asked Bryn's name. She said that it had been three years since she lost her boy and she just missed him so, like it it was only yesterday that he died at the age of 9. The more she petted Bryn the more tears rolled down her cheeks and I finally said that I felt like I should hug her - if she was a hugger. She was and we did and she whispered "Thank you." </i></p><p><i>Our world is so big and fast and loud and bright that we go through the motions a lot of the time. This is true of me at faire - her name, breed, and age just roll off my tongue with barely any thought. I tell the same jokes about the breed hunting wolves, stag, and the English. I keep my fingers wound into her fur to let her know I'm there and she and I just make it through. </i></p><p><i>But that bit of interaction with a stranger - who wasn't a stranger, she was Wolfhound Strong even though it was breaking her heart - broke me a little, and not just because I was apparently headed for a migraine. And it broke me in the best way, and it makes all the biting wind and ill mannered children worth it. I hope seeing Bryn and Barley helped her heart a little bit, because it helped mine a lot.</i></p></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sláinte and go raibh maith agat, from Our Bryndled Beastie (and Mommy)</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT4Njl30Le7LIPkqtpkgxO2qvTOAkl-8FDPMRc2FvA7VgDu_h4fSsMesuqrmJ0AavmIPXCn6jhPZ-gaMQWSyXLiCompGd5uHovV8MqQthidAb3DJJ82RAncZIFk6hZ0RTX3l_QtDJ50pN152ZiO6GXb9JmKwUilmOgjtsDX02ABXv2TSKwGo2Mzjg/s2751/20221029_092243.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2064" data-original-width="2751" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT4Njl30Le7LIPkqtpkgxO2qvTOAkl-8FDPMRc2FvA7VgDu_h4fSsMesuqrmJ0AavmIPXCn6jhPZ-gaMQWSyXLiCompGd5uHovV8MqQthidAb3DJJ82RAncZIFk6hZ0RTX3l_QtDJ50pN152ZiO6GXb9JmKwUilmOgjtsDX02ABXv2TSKwGo2Mzjg/w400-h300/20221029_092243.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><p> </p><p> </p></div>Nancy E. Dunnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09981214233787620842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453314409008055018.post-89482696399509269632022-05-18T06:00:00.001-04:002022-05-18T06:00:00.155-04:00Thoughts from Bryn's Mommy on her Retirement<p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLoIpKj8eV71jQ2sumtfsx3bnG8tQxU3i0QstpBg4w3nBKAiihYNSlZZ7UnXphPJCfbXCX-gaUOUTRcwyXDVo_2zakxWYAzJZXhK-wIFcnijnxbUUxEl-Vsvlm3vAgfo-6axRSoPf5n_Wpmmj9BS3oJy_FbiPaBd97h6DUCqXjqDVpE5AA_lTUk_4/s728/100480187_10163502402980253_6831444418306768896_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="728" data-original-width="719" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLoIpKj8eV71jQ2sumtfsx3bnG8tQxU3i0QstpBg4w3nBKAiihYNSlZZ7UnXphPJCfbXCX-gaUOUTRcwyXDVo_2zakxWYAzJZXhK-wIFcnijnxbUUxEl-Vsvlm3vAgfo-6axRSoPf5n_Wpmmj9BS3oJy_FbiPaBd97h6DUCqXjqDVpE5AA_lTUk_4/w395-h400/100480187_10163502402980253_6831444418306768896_n.jpg" width="395" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">This is right before I introduced the photographer to my Clobberpaws.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br />This past Saturday was Bryn's official retirement from performing and I want to share my side of this journey if you'll indulge me. The GARF cast was so incredibly kind to us, and we owe a debt of gratitude for the good wishes, hugs, and the gingersnaps/turkey leg-shaped stuffy toy.</p><p>We had no idea what we were getting into when I brought home that 5mo old Jack Russell in a greyhound-sized body, but Anne and I packed her up and took her to the faire the very next day, hoping we would at least wear her out.</p><p>What we actually did was create for her a home away from home, where everyone adored her. No one said she was too big or loud. No one worried that she was in the way, or that she would break something. Everyone there quickly became part of Bryn's Faire Family, and they loved her and made a fuss over her - and that is something every rehomed dog needs, I think. </p><p>Don't get me wrong, Bryn knows that we adore her and that we would do anything for her. She knows that she is home and will never be given up again. She knows that even when she chews up the oven mitt or flips over her bowl like it's a table in a bar, we will always be there. But I think it was a new thing for her to meet people that sometimes, quite literally fell to their knees in front of her, hands either outstretched and trembling or pressed against their mouths in sheer disbelief that she was real.</p><p>I get that way sometimes too if I'm honest. I was looking at her yesterday and thinking of all the hands that wound their way down her back, fingers tangling in her fur as faces softened and eyes smiled right along in wonder and gratitude that they got to know her...and I was feeling indulgently lucky that I got to sit there on the sofa with her or have her nose nudge under my elbow while I'm driving. I am irreparably hers.</p><p>And while I'm not sure where my faire journey will lead me next, I know that it will be with a bit less stress because I won't be worried about her...is it too hot for her? Are her legs getting stiff? Will she forget her training and nip at someone? Is all of this too stressful on her elderly body? </p><p>But as I was walking her out to the car Saturday afternoon, my heart soared and shattered into pieces. I overheard patrons as we passed and, for once, did not stop to greet them. "That's an Irish Wolfhound!" "Those dogs are amazing." "Such magical hounds!" </p><p>"Oh, that one's name is Bryn, I met her here years ago. I'm so glad she's here again."</p><p>As much as I wanted to acknowledge that last one, I couldn't because it was impossible to remain in character and not be Bryn's human who frequently becomes overwhelmed with how incredibly fast the last eight years have flown by...</p><p>Thank you, my Bryndled Beastie, for all the times you tried to chew through my seatbelt on the way to Faire, and for all the chai lattes that you knocked out of my hand as we wandered the lanes. Thank you for the food I had to replace for patrons after you snatched it off the tables. Thank you for the raised ears and BOOFS at the jousting horses. Thank you for making me interesting, and for letting me show you off to hundreds of thousands of patrons at four Faires in three states.</p><p>Thank you. I promise to let you nap as long as you like now. You've earned it, Brynka-Boo, a thousand times over.</p>Nancy E. Dunnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09981214233787620842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453314409008055018.post-67513107232420760802022-05-16T06:00:00.001-04:002022-05-16T06:00:00.172-04:00On second thought...<p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWNPVTurZ9gx32-5ZMZde9BcHSVPjHhGQL_1dsle46o6neO7m9jv1Kx0dIQY99zfWGGf5bi34l71e8xET9bTgRiNr-Yx-uNKp-E2iIHMmoUtBrkonHDr5FRcsOVoGVrSfZnO7dHu3SPxq3aPVxV5kFYZJTjnYOeolFJTiOUKc3R_6VGiwmcoPjvdM/s4032/20180522_110358.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWNPVTurZ9gx32-5ZMZde9BcHSVPjHhGQL_1dsle46o6neO7m9jv1Kx0dIQY99zfWGGf5bi34l71e8xET9bTgRiNr-Yx-uNKp-E2iIHMmoUtBrkonHDr5FRcsOVoGVrSfZnO7dHu3SPxq3aPVxV5kFYZJTjnYOeolFJTiOUKc3R_6VGiwmcoPjvdM/w400-h300/20180522_110358.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Seriously, she's my replacement at Faire? Oh, Mommy...good luck.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /> </p>Nancy E. Dunnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09981214233787620842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453314409008055018.post-9787150724053045662022-05-09T11:08:00.003-04:002022-05-09T11:20:16.496-04:00A Faire Life Well Lived...A Retirement Well Deserved<p>This weekend (well, Saturday) will be Bryn's last day at faire and while she has no idea, I'm sure...well, Mommy has some feelings. There will be more pictures next week, but for now please enjoy these pictures of Bryn's 8 years as a Rennie Hound.</p><p>I hope she won't miss it too much in retirement and she can help Ciaragh get ready to take her place next Spring at GARF. Maybe. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6UGF7tV0n2OP5tD9EtSboQE92EtjNuqYOdsc79PuvivBaCCfrJyHRoqlGnFR6T7B991GIVwaUqcwixzKAETWYn0ecY7Hz1ex84K29FDvSTFu0TJk1bAJBccoT-8p2IzV8ThRMYi31fRwJ8rwvsZMr5njAFlPEdW_CCK1jhRwPuBl76tl9d4m3xXk/s640/IMG_17654310688167.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6UGF7tV0n2OP5tD9EtSboQE92EtjNuqYOdsc79PuvivBaCCfrJyHRoqlGnFR6T7B991GIVwaUqcwixzKAETWYn0ecY7Hz1ex84K29FDvSTFu0TJk1bAJBccoT-8p2IzV8ThRMYi31fRwJ8rwvsZMr5njAFlPEdW_CCK1jhRwPuBl76tl9d4m3xXk/s320/IMG_17654310688167.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First trip to Faire - I'd had her for about 36 hours.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSvCXoYNbvhGVMPIq7Yknv-3qqFOt5qPyNB0YtNERDp-FOdhU1sDkQXz8EjNufEA-JRLV-vLNYOgCkqtnO42JU6jMB--B14MewsUNJ_8ibzqr416laT32pYAZOYW3xywScgrBqgbNOXb-PBcUVO6AUYlRaK7DsbbB3MVmKIbyfi4M7qDgnRQjjRn0/s640/IMG_17661738330988.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSvCXoYNbvhGVMPIq7Yknv-3qqFOt5qPyNB0YtNERDp-FOdhU1sDkQXz8EjNufEA-JRLV-vLNYOgCkqtnO42JU6jMB--B14MewsUNJ_8ibzqr416laT32pYAZOYW3xywScgrBqgbNOXb-PBcUVO6AUYlRaK7DsbbB3MVmKIbyfi4M7qDgnRQjjRn0/s320/IMG_17661738330988.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look at that puppy giraffe neck!</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXJlBkWOnmPRdtC9WHNr7unEAK6udu5Pni9UW71h7zypJU-jX4pt4zqFt0cYRs9re0z2PDWT0oZ2dt8uoIlrDkvfNua3-oj7XcrswofoU4vruaMvtPtexjp8VYJbagfnKSpN2lkBDWRI7kaUPR5lNSgnfOZNyhv-_Q_P_PNNKo_OyoGsj_UYch9wo/s640/IMG_17677987445979.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXJlBkWOnmPRdtC9WHNr7unEAK6udu5Pni9UW71h7zypJU-jX4pt4zqFt0cYRs9re0z2PDWT0oZ2dt8uoIlrDkvfNua3-oj7XcrswofoU4vruaMvtPtexjp8VYJbagfnKSpN2lkBDWRI7kaUPR5lNSgnfOZNyhv-_Q_P_PNNKo_OyoGsj_UYch9wo/s320/IMG_17677987445979.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bryn learned fast that day that Auntsie goes to Faire with her too.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE0dXuYlC0zxbtKW10Li7wnqX32b5416Y904YImsWdvyZ9nXTGLx4qGKXNQUZlXftM-rGND9yHyp2jxcQ12gdhCx9RaAL8zl1PripFx3TJSbEDWt__uvA7rbDaTY8W8asJS8-7h3Cxt02N7-hnfTlnO7k3pSVuTQjoaAAjvUM_bJBRP_M__BQvkos/s960/10394468_862020673821785_7941303533099078832_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="731" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE0dXuYlC0zxbtKW10Li7wnqX32b5416Y904YImsWdvyZ9nXTGLx4qGKXNQUZlXftM-rGND9yHyp2jxcQ12gdhCx9RaAL8zl1PripFx3TJSbEDWt__uvA7rbDaTY8W8asJS8-7h3Cxt02N7-hnfTlnO7k3pSVuTQjoaAAjvUM_bJBRP_M__BQvkos/s320/10394468_862020673821785_7941303533099078832_n.jpg" width="244" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bryn and her brother Barley at CRF 2016.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBFkZtpeZ0iF7RniBEo_P0OIJk04Sj6sjQgFOW6fzJW2GuXcGjXaxoL5llEbg0A9xHgAECKuGotzUbKYFCcZva5Hm_lr24nMd3uEYfpUQtovGyDnalfq5SX5XrI9nkevh1NO14OSKExSwwP4XM-Nk4zj_sWtu8iNNi_stFIA-wC0pMwVOX0Ih1m9o/s960/12088462_10205924513571698_8878940398139201120_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBFkZtpeZ0iF7RniBEo_P0OIJk04Sj6sjQgFOW6fzJW2GuXcGjXaxoL5llEbg0A9xHgAECKuGotzUbKYFCcZva5Hm_lr24nMd3uEYfpUQtovGyDnalfq5SX5XrI9nkevh1NO14OSKExSwwP4XM-Nk4zj_sWtu8iNNi_stFIA-wC0pMwVOX0Ih1m9o/s320/12088462_10205924513571698_8878940398139201120_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It isn't as terrifying as it looks if you can keep her paws out of your mouth.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSHwh-NgszIG3whO-Mbt9G0n6zmP-D_gPVVwJAhiUuM3Z9-nfXStdjDaHh1ECzDv_nkakFOuW3lV44HzkHiT8FVBXb8xJaqQwHXkvwZMDSm-6Dbub92nU2RuMWjEU7l164IZUQlFoTr3bT_PhuHPm2XsKD56dvBN7JBQFtdZpFkgFhzT0WB59Iye8/s768/18010205_10158578381195253_1187462083934560275_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="768" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSHwh-NgszIG3whO-Mbt9G0n6zmP-D_gPVVwJAhiUuM3Z9-nfXStdjDaHh1ECzDv_nkakFOuW3lV44HzkHiT8FVBXb8xJaqQwHXkvwZMDSm-6Dbub92nU2RuMWjEU7l164IZUQlFoTr3bT_PhuHPm2XsKD56dvBN7JBQFtdZpFkgFhzT0WB59Iye8/s320/18010205_10158578381195253_1187462083934560275_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bryn and her Princess at GARF.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDiFIzqIQ_skmS7Z08VzLWZNmaajHsVi-8j-GRpAOMbNNXAJijJ_qaePA-6ibC1iAR-e_UolCJPeyb_9kVzcb77WBKeDqirE2YxLsm1SVXlqNpPX7IeAGk6xrH4ncl_4Wyzx_Es5yTaLr9u8sSdqD9icr1DXEKgS3wKMEauQAM4WbLXw3o_8GV7cQ/s4128/20140510_131711.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2322" data-original-width="4128" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDiFIzqIQ_skmS7Z08VzLWZNmaajHsVi-8j-GRpAOMbNNXAJijJ_qaePA-6ibC1iAR-e_UolCJPeyb_9kVzcb77WBKeDqirE2YxLsm1SVXlqNpPX7IeAGk6xrH4ncl_4Wyzx_Es5yTaLr9u8sSdqD9icr1DXEKgS3wKMEauQAM4WbLXw3o_8GV7cQ/s320/20140510_131711.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bryn and the Queen at GARF.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU4zVx6q3se3rKs8GJwTXKUxnkNuvS9Z7htL3ZBSSjwgocXRU_aFWvi8TnHdNtDuytNRXUExxBHtnCc164ljQiMIN90jqKVvfM8o87QF8FuSt7DfoX2PAili8MgiCLQRkEXYtEHgVIBbL9W3JU3cJWFRYxXIhf5gAO-uzfaiP_tU5GNjvQgXx7nSM/s5312/20160530_142035.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2988" data-original-width="5312" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU4zVx6q3se3rKs8GJwTXKUxnkNuvS9Z7htL3ZBSSjwgocXRU_aFWvi8TnHdNtDuytNRXUExxBHtnCc164ljQiMIN90jqKVvfM8o87QF8FuSt7DfoX2PAili8MgiCLQRkEXYtEHgVIBbL9W3JU3cJWFRYxXIhf5gAO-uzfaiP_tU5GNjvQgXx7nSM/s320/20160530_142035.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bryn found the Joust Crew at GARF.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHAisiYeVQamScfnWUhgdXECGDVeinWn3xv1KpZbOxZm3FPZSaQvu-GV2l5aQ2MS-0nUgP2POi5IGMljwqAXjrAzHmukk1Vf4GL2vodbft25hIXcd1m8pL2neM9Y76-HONaJvPddjRsJ6vpZXEgPN1VNh7UzZ6QaXrW8rRk5KhEHrBot9P8WsFAYQ/s4032/20161119_122412.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHAisiYeVQamScfnWUhgdXECGDVeinWn3xv1KpZbOxZm3FPZSaQvu-GV2l5aQ2MS-0nUgP2POi5IGMljwqAXjrAzHmukk1Vf4GL2vodbft25hIXcd1m8pL2neM9Y76-HONaJvPddjRsJ6vpZXEgPN1VNh7UzZ6QaXrW8rRk5KhEHrBot9P8WsFAYQ/s320/20161119_122412.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bryn and Aisling at CRF.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhebhk8eex7K2bQ96L1KYLW4BWt-9rXV_c-yeKUMIRisu99EVeJfeS4dSA15YDCfsjxQdLAO83SkA0ie4JXgCh-DIydt0jS6c7E_2uj1orX76hseIWgTVfKI3XRmGbziMgglU4MygtGxo74iiU4c7KF_h-1DDgJCGPOC3_WnSyuKEe-Alfw_gpNfgY/s4032/20161119_125944.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhebhk8eex7K2bQ96L1KYLW4BWt-9rXV_c-yeKUMIRisu99EVeJfeS4dSA15YDCfsjxQdLAO83SkA0ie4JXgCh-DIydt0jS6c7E_2uj1orX76hseIWgTVfKI3XRmGbziMgglU4MygtGxo74iiU4c7KF_h-1DDgJCGPOC3_WnSyuKEe-Alfw_gpNfgY/s320/20161119_125944.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Does this Human make my butt look big?</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic7huA1D6ELK7O8hT8U6NKUZB0AgJB5zoRay8Z2CltDxe7ydnQot-DW-mQZaJYcnf2Ioj2ppSZg85knlW-0rP0Ee3kjL36TIyI3FBvwILkjNDfJk7SbxZfP3gEAeRZFP_Q7IOzbMKT3fad0UGGyPv_tYjGhSl4XGSzLMva8KTjA5L8Ct3SX-kJDxc/s4032/20170514_124545.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic7huA1D6ELK7O8hT8U6NKUZB0AgJB5zoRay8Z2CltDxe7ydnQot-DW-mQZaJYcnf2Ioj2ppSZg85knlW-0rP0Ee3kjL36TIyI3FBvwILkjNDfJk7SbxZfP3gEAeRZFP_Q7IOzbMKT3fad0UGGyPv_tYjGhSl4XGSzLMva8KTjA5L8Ct3SX-kJDxc/s320/20170514_124545.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bryn and Cu Dubh at GARF.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2sxHJPz1mCVOqA-7Psxq9gHN1CLnkxjRIzIFPLVCZ4TVym9rreXq0HRJXby7JdHiMe2tZOQYohgx1RcU76-o20XRapmS5IoakCzmzYb9dtCBaXQClBBz9kBZD9Fbe65sqKwCcPXo2HeAu4a0iRwx-abxSb-WQ-_46HcfylilxnZ2wpXL4UujGYCk/s4032/20171007_111053.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2sxHJPz1mCVOqA-7Psxq9gHN1CLnkxjRIzIFPLVCZ4TVym9rreXq0HRJXby7JdHiMe2tZOQYohgx1RcU76-o20XRapmS5IoakCzmzYb9dtCBaXQClBBz9kBZD9Fbe65sqKwCcPXo2HeAu4a0iRwx-abxSb-WQ-_46HcfylilxnZ2wpXL4UujGYCk/s320/20171007_111053.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bryn and Aisling backstage at CRF.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXGaxuVgywJrt5P4xhPLSkNHkPK4REyvmkmPLbrDltwPDjJHd3fT7ZC7oL8oBb6CeeFjfHhuqLheNXB0AiSJKosPUioIcCTSbmB44nPxTmX9wgr3_Ar2Ae-h1u823rPYOcyiHL7hzH44z1FsAigC0rYDazmSdHcSmQyf1EUMGdGkY18dk1Ybtuuyw/s4032/20180526_175338.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXGaxuVgywJrt5P4xhPLSkNHkPK4REyvmkmPLbrDltwPDjJHd3fT7ZC7oL8oBb6CeeFjfHhuqLheNXB0AiSJKosPUioIcCTSbmB44nPxTmX9wgr3_Ar2Ae-h1u823rPYOcyiHL7hzH44z1FsAigC0rYDazmSdHcSmQyf1EUMGdGkY18dk1Ybtuuyw/s320/20180526_175338.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bryn and Auntsie on the way to GARF.</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7W3njxXjwkrbgcVnpuFyDwl07jW323O6N5LjquLmx4gpGvYC1q4Bqb95IVR5m1ejgb66NZ2IamENsye4IP50PKTPRnWAokhnr6kJME77ybu9qPXmsheslyjUSFfxYAggKaDadX5hscQOpwo0xR9pYftk3jeXPAKcub0TN9x3Xm5i0e2D2x9e9J1I/s4032/20180527_232344.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7W3njxXjwkrbgcVnpuFyDwl07jW323O6N5LjquLmx4gpGvYC1q4Bqb95IVR5m1ejgb66NZ2IamENsye4IP50PKTPRnWAokhnr6kJME77ybu9qPXmsheslyjUSFfxYAggKaDadX5hscQOpwo0xR9pYftk3jeXPAKcub0TN9x3Xm5i0e2D2x9e9J1I/s320/20180527_232344.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bryn puts up with my shenanigans at GARF.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMxv_QsKPw3yY4qTrWlr0GR4HSb2w8skZ6KaehjgmI_Bqm6SaokARGRPUyS4OnL4PiW3TFbH80oTOQgZC_9ikT_5O-aZO1HYVysf5XLqg-CZYj_sQCboYfOGu3JiM6X6zEFrSfIF8UZNK386M0YHZ_O5ZBLyLdslN-42L-ByXXu2DJWouXqeWW68A/s2048/21586814_1510112399025551_2393079051062428947_o.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1155" data-original-width="2048" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMxv_QsKPw3yY4qTrWlr0GR4HSb2w8skZ6KaehjgmI_Bqm6SaokARGRPUyS4OnL4PiW3TFbH80oTOQgZC_9ikT_5O-aZO1HYVysf5XLqg-CZYj_sQCboYfOGu3JiM6X6zEFrSfIF8UZNK386M0YHZ_O5ZBLyLdslN-42L-ByXXu2DJWouXqeWW68A/s320/21586814_1510112399025551_2393079051062428947_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bryn with HOEF at the ECRF. (eieio)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinc4ifLFLvedF0af3Q01fCnmIdBDHBlzCJdYyoXtY6cTyX3l6SC-aLkbOuIK8h_-VBhQlcZX7XRWKR8DfN0y8vt3DGM4rilNCVYy7vQVajfi_CpeRoLVMGmKjRRY0k5BSs97kkaIqxB43ZhW2P6scrautM_KdP3ebFXUT51kdawT05nhjJtoLxiZY/s4096/33081679_614541382240053_1635827058770706432_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2672" data-original-width="4096" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinc4ifLFLvedF0af3Q01fCnmIdBDHBlzCJdYyoXtY6cTyX3l6SC-aLkbOuIK8h_-VBhQlcZX7XRWKR8DfN0y8vt3DGM4rilNCVYy7vQVajfi_CpeRoLVMGmKjRRY0k5BSs97kkaIqxB43ZhW2P6scrautM_KdP3ebFXUT51kdawT05nhjJtoLxiZY/s320/33081679_614541382240053_1635827058770706432_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lucy, Ethel, Bryn and Bo do GARF.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigJVGKWdDFR0kCBDQPuR6tHohd4kZpUPTTqanhg5CmM1nslD9peEkNtu3cixIcxP9J9MfPEvX2Qe48DUd6c9VknfewzXooY_9pu-l4Zc_ng4DKPISVhXwaVFnWJo-nhxMPEZjfr3eMrYX4lDBcYoF6izU-y1JfPqaQcBmOQ_uoYky19M4DVaZqj-o/s4096/33658996_617854181908773_5400816053531967488_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2503" data-original-width="4096" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigJVGKWdDFR0kCBDQPuR6tHohd4kZpUPTTqanhg5CmM1nslD9peEkNtu3cixIcxP9J9MfPEvX2Qe48DUd6c9VknfewzXooY_9pu-l4Zc_ng4DKPISVhXwaVFnWJo-nhxMPEZjfr3eMrYX4lDBcYoF6izU-y1JfPqaQcBmOQ_uoYky19M4DVaZqj-o/s320/33658996_617854181908773_5400816053531967488_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">HOEF at GARF.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA7n6Iri0Sho8qOZcVQ2GmhEFK_mu_-007RGI1dCr7NfR9Uh_NpsujXpIFRDYqpudq-4t3d-ptbRQnw_ME3MgNbz1mb3za_2BzhMrZLnXvbpi27vkQ4ieEZCV0hZKPUx3UYtjCLAlb3jevz2QVSDzO68b-yBwUbd-QawfTnwXkLTmy-AxmFY0qK54/s640/33921074_10214274065500575_6405489847020027904_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="427" data-original-width="640" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA7n6Iri0Sho8qOZcVQ2GmhEFK_mu_-007RGI1dCr7NfR9Uh_NpsujXpIFRDYqpudq-4t3d-ptbRQnw_ME3MgNbz1mb3za_2BzhMrZLnXvbpi27vkQ4ieEZCV0hZKPUx3UYtjCLAlb3jevz2QVSDzO68b-yBwUbd-QawfTnwXkLTmy-AxmFY0qK54/s320/33921074_10214274065500575_6405489847020027904_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">HOEF at GARF.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy3w38q6UcF5iJIOoRf2NdQbrNR7opdy6oOIj5WyFqFFzoha0uGQI8TPJdf66uko-5oL0TAMkIy8aW32Vv7kGIZzZJaX9GyGxh7g6y2k3C-TKnNG3prOOFYPDqgtZrx-Z7XVatQpslrZr08j5Il5RvG9J_P9pqof4HEQwt67iJHAXBbTm6GrhN4O8/s960/FB_IMG_1444826121962.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy3w38q6UcF5iJIOoRf2NdQbrNR7opdy6oOIj5WyFqFFzoha0uGQI8TPJdf66uko-5oL0TAMkIy8aW32Vv7kGIZzZJaX9GyGxh7g6y2k3C-TKnNG3prOOFYPDqgtZrx-Z7XVatQpslrZr08j5Il5RvG9J_P9pqof4HEQwt67iJHAXBbTm6GrhN4O8/s320/FB_IMG_1444826121962.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bryn uses Mommy for a chair at CRF.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFPicEhWzLVhJ5nTVbQPhgKx_npfaq8g-OexopZfZce-jDqAV55dc9YA0NpxoW1s9VZi3SyXFg4v-2nO3lQVW6BPHDj4_V7HTODSLlojUeaOouguj2mO66wuv4g8PdJkIUBw6HOcco3JCgDFgDjJAygwlFHEDEz00k2QrcFY7Qd-Ey5H94qUU3qtY/s2048/FB_IMG_1447643603524.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFPicEhWzLVhJ5nTVbQPhgKx_npfaq8g-OexopZfZce-jDqAV55dc9YA0NpxoW1s9VZi3SyXFg4v-2nO3lQVW6BPHDj4_V7HTODSLlojUeaOouguj2mO66wuv4g8PdJkIUBw6HOcco3JCgDFgDjJAygwlFHEDEz00k2QrcFY7Qd-Ey5H94qUU3qtY/s320/FB_IMG_1447643603524.jpg" width="213" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Come to Faire, they said. It will be fun, they said. (CRF)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8k_4L_Mdx38jxBYPDLHnwc9OnsvESA2ZDWqFj5KXUIcy74rVp9pxIaKqTEheZteIOw2r5f_nofLNZC0xPJyr5USU5Mrj_iqW7gdwgUBfIsPf1S7BpmzjVab1gfoMVJ15WW04mcY8Md2wWVIMeLMguF0vPEzDJErnWaE5O5Z2dSs6doSxDFVvuHjM/s960/FB_IMG_1475371881810.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8k_4L_Mdx38jxBYPDLHnwc9OnsvESA2ZDWqFj5KXUIcy74rVp9pxIaKqTEheZteIOw2r5f_nofLNZC0xPJyr5USU5Mrj_iqW7gdwgUBfIsPf1S7BpmzjVab1gfoMVJ15WW04mcY8Md2wWVIMeLMguF0vPEzDJErnWaE5O5Z2dSs6doSxDFVvuHjM/s320/FB_IMG_1475371881810.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bryn and Mommy at CRF.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyEFOcNh0OswVQfS6eJdDk1D2YuB01_tUBsUe8ufubapjofgYVX7d9Ek8sGNaUACszImE9DOEdqV0vr2N8Mj0nQHcpWfew5OHAf0OXZtJr5IwMY1S3PBqu4f3pIVIjGTt60Ymb6U6vcqIXxkT-cBaCgCCUuNTTkjRjE-Gs09AgiXpZOHaPz69Ntyo/s960/FB_IMG_1475372251436.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyEFOcNh0OswVQfS6eJdDk1D2YuB01_tUBsUe8ufubapjofgYVX7d9Ek8sGNaUACszImE9DOEdqV0vr2N8Mj0nQHcpWfew5OHAf0OXZtJr5IwMY1S3PBqu4f3pIVIjGTt60Ymb6U6vcqIXxkT-cBaCgCCUuNTTkjRjE-Gs09AgiXpZOHaPz69Ntyo/s320/FB_IMG_1475372251436.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Please, let me get on the swing, Mommy, PLEASE! (CRF)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzspMChf6fRUZnxGSoszQn2WIf0cUISiFpU7oYZW2f6pjOvTOYHOZHmBxvSahfXd0pSdkI1_Eej0Wc5Ln0ixeh0tol5nJt2hQr62pz1-7pYfLQv3ytnoxNfFtnFXZrIJHT9D9X2DTZVtFe0miTEuQvp0_ltsPXRUsBOe-_G64rZLrISQgB1JY3IpM/s2048/FB_IMG_1494417682165.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1638" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzspMChf6fRUZnxGSoszQn2WIf0cUISiFpU7oYZW2f6pjOvTOYHOZHmBxvSahfXd0pSdkI1_Eej0Wc5Ln0ixeh0tol5nJt2hQr62pz1-7pYfLQv3ytnoxNfFtnFXZrIJHT9D9X2DTZVtFe0miTEuQvp0_ltsPXRUsBOe-_G64rZLrISQgB1JY3IpM/s320/FB_IMG_1494417682165.jpg" width="256" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Whole Lotta Irish at GARF.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig9wHYg9mK836Xdu5zExh_DZ9htFgZ1nxRtiNUtCrCfbkIjIMqo54VygaWruEfZhzlIVAn8UyU0Dmse0cKOpnnSbpLXalqWriHdJhWE5ZR805QxyeYr1RqnSMxDuJzWGdFUwIALBSuMl0eRVMnR6QmUlErND9EmIbkdDn0qVxEtI-Aho1xSSabx1g/s768/FB_IMG_1494965705875.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="768" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig9wHYg9mK836Xdu5zExh_DZ9htFgZ1nxRtiNUtCrCfbkIjIMqo54VygaWruEfZhzlIVAn8UyU0Dmse0cKOpnnSbpLXalqWriHdJhWE5ZR805QxyeYr1RqnSMxDuJzWGdFUwIALBSuMl0eRVMnR6QmUlErND9EmIbkdDn0qVxEtI-Aho1xSSabx1g/s320/FB_IMG_1494965705875.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">HOEF at GARF.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPgtdJdb1QHgIv7h7fSnuAC1c_WpzdqRuM7SusHsqRTL0ACC18_wAtAVLKREG5rH-_nRzYEs91Dwu4J5o_qe4IrR3XLFYntyJVWPMXhfMPqWBy2n00a_PIABr23__oKQFoHhbe7eZuT9IHnMjVqcAFppL_eT8wr0tR433AHKaAmVHEqU1zUjwrTXc/s1200/FB_IMG_1496752900825.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1200" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPgtdJdb1QHgIv7h7fSnuAC1c_WpzdqRuM7SusHsqRTL0ACC18_wAtAVLKREG5rH-_nRzYEs91Dwu4J5o_qe4IrR3XLFYntyJVWPMXhfMPqWBy2n00a_PIABr23__oKQFoHhbe7eZuT9IHnMjVqcAFppL_eT8wr0tR433AHKaAmVHEqU1zUjwrTXc/s320/FB_IMG_1496752900825.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bryn, Bo, and Princess Diana at GARF.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Ma95KlP5O3r1qNQzCikpAcCTYWckUzv910bulJfoe4zSy_m_Igh6fd3l0GuHaR_FYEWc4MgGglG7LvToqwNvP-WG2fcjS0GR53WVP4-FAS-yPx2AK0kTq-LbR3AS2q93IwZKQ5rBB6CnQIb_S_LTk48z2eRPozAYJhlCA7JzPiH4EvnBvN7Xm84/s2048/FB_IMG_1506911092594.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Ma95KlP5O3r1qNQzCikpAcCTYWckUzv910bulJfoe4zSy_m_Igh6fd3l0GuHaR_FYEWc4MgGglG7LvToqwNvP-WG2fcjS0GR53WVP4-FAS-yPx2AK0kTq-LbR3AS2q93IwZKQ5rBB6CnQIb_S_LTk48z2eRPozAYJhlCA7JzPiH4EvnBvN7Xm84/s320/FB_IMG_1506911092594.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">'ow do? (CRF)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgReNJdZdAHM4Fmi_BftjYoLfpN6axMUivfkrlZoD_FUDXQd6UsTIDEFEdD_iHDFvoA3vGH3P8Cdz26cpo1rxeYuvbW43pf8zHu33C7Qb3mrH7xfNiCJFDsYSj8enm0r_NimF_qYKYjwABQP8nz6V1OB3eHzu5jU4Q7Q_pwMK8qZfwtklaCdkhpF8/s2048/FB_IMG_1506911122289.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgReNJdZdAHM4Fmi_BftjYoLfpN6axMUivfkrlZoD_FUDXQd6UsTIDEFEdD_iHDFvoA3vGH3P8Cdz26cpo1rxeYuvbW43pf8zHu33C7Qb3mrH7xfNiCJFDsYSj8enm0r_NimF_qYKYjwABQP8nz6V1OB3eHzu5jU4Q7Q_pwMK8qZfwtklaCdkhpF8/s320/FB_IMG_1506911122289.jpg" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">YES I AM SITTING HERE, WHAT? (CRF)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZzGTt_SHhxRsctbY-KHIYh7MPAgOysBZsQWCpCeo2Qnmzzn0W8eIB5wOC8h__8RDH20uhr8_fmyO-Gqm5dJOOdX8HpgmYVkYqW72CA70a8CYA6IHrXDEpsdTCLixczXyHDOTm73cYg6asybBbyhr5euG2fnHkhQVRgWW48hQehvS00FCiNTyiKxg/s1080/FB_IMG_1507487070893.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1080" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZzGTt_SHhxRsctbY-KHIYh7MPAgOysBZsQWCpCeo2Qnmzzn0W8eIB5wOC8h__8RDH20uhr8_fmyO-Gqm5dJOOdX8HpgmYVkYqW72CA70a8CYA6IHrXDEpsdTCLixczXyHDOTm73cYg6asybBbyhr5euG2fnHkhQVRgWW48hQehvS00FCiNTyiKxg/s320/FB_IMG_1507487070893.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bryn guarding the Viking Queen, ECRF.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3TMQAa1f4b-vDWiyGWQQhzQLx89nVdQXecJAFoo8KtoZYFHheMHcSZk8VMDJ9dcSPvmpcz2hmrA5Xmot9bxqcqBSiH6nCeyIOJv7ThYA2uhMTQEHRpWY54wqewiuS6pHl7ICzb7jdgAkzddUOmjreiB02uDs8_a-QI3kI2oCklhIp_dAXNGJ9p1M/s1412/FB_IMG_1523055127249.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1411" data-original-width="1412" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3TMQAa1f4b-vDWiyGWQQhzQLx89nVdQXecJAFoo8KtoZYFHheMHcSZk8VMDJ9dcSPvmpcz2hmrA5Xmot9bxqcqBSiH6nCeyIOJv7ThYA2uhMTQEHRpWY54wqewiuS6pHl7ICzb7jdgAkzddUOmjreiB02uDs8_a-QI3kI2oCklhIp_dAXNGJ9p1M/s320/FB_IMG_1523055127249.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Walking the lanes with Zena, CRF.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFydipO5sqjNqYps9czt1DOn0v-aqTkF54NNxrCsqsIralN-U5ajRwrFxmoxKaEUHSYxNAvVGqUqseWGGUxNXfBf5LrcT9Z8gcOg3sHVLRGQ-s9okOuryBY-jEklXgM-PDn8pLbJsqS7GTpuGfiu5QvgZWyYNan1siE0ANYCTrmlRdeovAQ7Id1Us/s1080/FB_IMG_1524066587028.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1080" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFydipO5sqjNqYps9czt1DOn0v-aqTkF54NNxrCsqsIralN-U5ajRwrFxmoxKaEUHSYxNAvVGqUqseWGGUxNXfBf5LrcT9Z8gcOg3sHVLRGQ-s9okOuryBY-jEklXgM-PDn8pLbJsqS7GTpuGfiu5QvgZWyYNan1siE0ANYCTrmlRdeovAQ7Id1Us/s320/FB_IMG_1524066587028.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wheeeeeee to the Joust we go! (GARF)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPdB7eVfyXF1n9qJTuI-Nce8SJLtTImZ5UkbtngUqs9zWA1Eyr3OG-EF-wi08Go_HfIuU1rvTY_RL9kfpHeqmPZO3gUPvkRF9fvew8vgPmxg7sc4oYoSI03Fjiqaqu9SL_8f_HfrFzDDM_IS8VHygrXD29Fry4tmvkKujTXc8Jy0Z_28m4OcnRjUM/s1200/FB_IMG_1525951935721.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1200" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPdB7eVfyXF1n9qJTuI-Nce8SJLtTImZ5UkbtngUqs9zWA1Eyr3OG-EF-wi08Go_HfIuU1rvTY_RL9kfpHeqmPZO3gUPvkRF9fvew8vgPmxg7sc4oYoSI03Fjiqaqu9SL_8f_HfrFzDDM_IS8VHygrXD29Fry4tmvkKujTXc8Jy0Z_28m4OcnRjUM/s320/FB_IMG_1525951935721.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Any day now, this joust can get underway. (GARF)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj7ecj3ceENMZVy9lSJsA4U1FWg0xVaJRhSSY03xgDrh0VsT_R9kCI-p_xp2L2i3tMAyO4tcvGRsI8FWivwRf09OwaxWs1BIx8i42jOORZmKaLczplU9Cpb2GwQOq7KyS7B1CBowUdbD8hsIbQGeyrYcRVII7TvFAdw0EsbhoGct40Q-NubVLWzg8/s1148/FB_IMG_1535291689277.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1148" height="201" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj7ecj3ceENMZVy9lSJsA4U1FWg0xVaJRhSSY03xgDrh0VsT_R9kCI-p_xp2L2i3tMAyO4tcvGRsI8FWivwRf09OwaxWs1BIx8i42jOORZmKaLczplU9Cpb2GwQOq7KyS7B1CBowUdbD8hsIbQGeyrYcRVII7TvFAdw0EsbhoGct40Q-NubVLWzg8/s320/FB_IMG_1535291689277.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Viking Hound, ECRF.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSIG-5rocrIsL8uNLm4pisXB1tMzBknpha8RB3KK4BwtMNwJ9wCMRLWujfpObj8Fckl81Af_2pepfo09Uh-YDIWnaMWXPo1k1BB7vWi4radPPIhfw_F0iMxV7m2FCXRvJ1vsErxh9mNdMiqiNg3Vn2PO3sfd_aB5fbZFsrFczNCDXgPA8eUha4Gbg/s1862/FB_IMG_1540171944660.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1862" data-original-width="1326" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSIG-5rocrIsL8uNLm4pisXB1tMzBknpha8RB3KK4BwtMNwJ9wCMRLWujfpObj8Fckl81Af_2pepfo09Uh-YDIWnaMWXPo1k1BB7vWi4radPPIhfw_F0iMxV7m2FCXRvJ1vsErxh9mNdMiqiNg3Vn2PO3sfd_aB5fbZFsrFczNCDXgPA8eUha4Gbg/s320/FB_IMG_1540171944660.jpg" width="228" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Guarding the Hound Barn at CRF.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij5DM9ilVOm4XXDucrITeuN8RR5yipLohOqQPC5fRa4mg_ZgAsGM7xAErFI6TwSRaI9_tBE_vWStlTap0To0Y9sIUhWisZgpqKoIywe0fkAiKzlV54JPp87Pi2_wGLcLYBj1Q5tf1fgwYQfM3KvTtJ70HaJnWSmruV7KOoeFD3G-RmvHF1hDTDg60/s1080/FB_IMG_1635275427563.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="732" data-original-width="1080" height="217" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij5DM9ilVOm4XXDucrITeuN8RR5yipLohOqQPC5fRa4mg_ZgAsGM7xAErFI6TwSRaI9_tBE_vWStlTap0To0Y9sIUhWisZgpqKoIywe0fkAiKzlV54JPp87Pi2_wGLcLYBj1Q5tf1fgwYQfM3KvTtJ70HaJnWSmruV7KOoeFD3G-RmvHF1hDTDg60/s320/FB_IMG_1635275427563.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Last trip to CRF, Fall 2021</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhabVpprE3ZA0zSeoqaQTqDC-bLCaTfbbU7DBoZvxtCSbaz5cstrnZBaX6Z1Nj82Nt-hTL-2bs_QOiOYSz81I7z1Fc9c4MPr0bZ3KBNKmHjIYQ5I4TFdu2J92EfneuExoZJDFXDadL1hmhV8kehz4BcCgyDir1G1npQVraFaonnyaDFJV53JiURmyQ/s960/newcovergraphic.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="742" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhabVpprE3ZA0zSeoqaQTqDC-bLCaTfbbU7DBoZvxtCSbaz5cstrnZBaX6Z1Nj82Nt-hTL-2bs_QOiOYSz81I7z1Fc9c4MPr0bZ3KBNKmHjIYQ5I4TFdu2J92EfneuExoZJDFXDadL1hmhV8kehz4BcCgyDir1G1npQVraFaonnyaDFJV53JiURmyQ/w494-h640/newcovergraphic.jpg" width="494" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Happy Retirement, Bryn. You have more than earned it. <br />Love, Mommy.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p>Nancy E. Dunnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09981214233787620842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453314409008055018.post-83950794823391187552022-04-12T13:01:00.003-04:002022-04-12T13:01:39.148-04:00Back to the Faire...with a side of PTSD for Mommy<p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGzX6cANkWLpQSv76lIHPTXgcNudQxCN3HyLgB-VleCWFGiN94oleoSpFAZ9xM9t0OauO1oa_rjxQ7zMcf-92hAOVWJSoLeHQYVHqSpCS81fPLQTTgMcGu37wbN4sQh0D_Ql4GQtvHNHfKz7hhfi-ubrj_7j-f25o1msElBk474sKkrMDY2ODsN2A/s2048/278091668_10166052301515253_1853000737529622379_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGzX6cANkWLpQSv76lIHPTXgcNudQxCN3HyLgB-VleCWFGiN94oleoSpFAZ9xM9t0OauO1oa_rjxQ7zMcf-92hAOVWJSoLeHQYVHqSpCS81fPLQTTgMcGu37wbN4sQh0D_Ql4GQtvHNHfKz7hhfi-ubrj_7j-f25o1msElBk474sKkrMDY2ODsN2A/w400-h225/278091668_10166052301515253_1853000737529622379_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">HRH surveys her people... GARF Opening Day 2022<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></td></tr></tbody></table>So this past weekend was the opening one for the Georgia Renaissance Festival. Anne and I headed down to work with her bloodhound Finn (whom I must have called Bo a million times) and my Bryn. I hadn't originally planned to take her, as I am reducing my appearances at Faire with HOEF until I have another keen Rennie hound that isn't into her bonus time. We're working on Ciaragh.</p><p>I was anxious all last week for all kinds of reasons. Will my garb fit? Have I forgotten how to do GARF? Will Bryn be okay at faire/for a long car ride/in a hotel room with a dog she really doesn't know? Things that were rote back in 2019 are now new and difficult and daunting. For example, I had everything packed save my overdress which was in the dryer when I started to load the car. My garb would have looked hilarious without the rest of my dress! The drive down was uneventful - Bryn slept for most of it. Our accommodation seemed fine at first, but turned out to be a nightmare of the not enough towels/shower gel dispenser falling off the shower wall/a kitchenette with no chairs for the table and no cutlery/an AC unit that sounded like a plane coming in for a landing variety. But there was a bed and a roof and we could make do.</p><p>Saturday morning I loaded Bryn up and we headed to Faire. And I was fine, really fine...until we got off the interstate and headed down that road that I drove up and down for days back in 2019, looking for any sign of my Ciaragh. My throat tightened and my mouth went dry as I saw the parking lot entrance ahead, and thought of all the times I'd driven in and out of there, knowing that I was leaving her behind to go get sleep. I was tearing up as I rode down the driveway to the backstage area where we were to park...where I sat for hours in my car with the tailgate open, hoping that she would just appear out of the trees, hop into the back, and settle in with a sigh that said she was ready to go home.</p><p>It was hard to see people who, when I last was with them, were telling me how sorry they were that she was missing and that they would keep an eye out for her. I saw the joust arena where she became so anxious and the fence that she pulled me face first into before breaking free. But Bryn wasn't running. Bryn was tired, and hot, but she stayed with me and we made it back to the hotel together.</p><p>And now I've done it...and I'm so grateful to all the cast and crew at GARF that helped and looked for her and loved me through it. But I'm also thankful to the patrons who made a point to ask if Bryn was the wolfhound that had gone missing and then were overjoyed to hear that Ciaragh was home and healthy and safe. </p><p>Faire-mly is real. Rennies are some of the best people on the earth. Onward and upward to Celtic Weekend!</p><p> </p>Nancy E. Dunnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09981214233787620842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453314409008055018.post-60148050210479985152022-01-10T18:41:00.000-05:002022-01-10T18:41:00.475-05:00Of Sisters and Brothers...and Clobberpaws.<div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi7mDLl6wJt7OhOGhp3Mr-RHbl8o7aZR6Ia9h3zK1kWOAnPrNi-JCuu88fU1ShGNHhNgc5Iar9X860NZl7UDz5OnQLdvcDMkHhmxLj4rLC28bRb072rPSOgeVHF-yVohGxEUryZ5iM4yfJghWk7c5wQhf_itmZsI3U2sX_Vy6V2u6qoILfZOq0lFNk=s2048" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi7mDLl6wJt7OhOGhp3Mr-RHbl8o7aZR6Ia9h3zK1kWOAnPrNi-JCuu88fU1ShGNHhNgc5Iar9X860NZl7UDz5OnQLdvcDMkHhmxLj4rLC28bRb072rPSOgeVHF-yVohGxEUryZ5iM4yfJghWk7c5wQhf_itmZsI3U2sX_Vy6V2u6qoILfZOq0lFNk=w300-h400" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tamara, Mommy, Bryn and Barley at CRF</td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Today I heard the very sad news that my Bryn's brother, Barley, left for the Bridge. I hope he was met by his "big" brother Harley, our precious Heather Burns, and all of the majestic wolfhounds waiting in the mist.<div><br /></div><div>In honor of this majestic boy, here is an excerpt from Bryn's book, <i>Clobberpaws, </i>from Bryn's first meeting with her brother at the Carolina Renaissance Festival. We will see you again, big boy - now watch over your mum and dad because they miss you so much, and keep an eye on your little sister here. She has grown into the name Clobberpaws many times over, and I'm so grateful to have had time to spend with her big brother.<p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p><blockquote><i>“I didn’t know I was a wolfhound till today, Barley. I just thought I was a greyhound like Daisy who was built wrong. I thought I deserved the name the greyhounds call me.” She hung her head.</i></blockquote><blockquote><i>
“What name?” Barley asked, narrowing his eyes.</i></blockquote><blockquote><i>
“Clobberpaws,” Bryn whispered. Barley was quiet for a long time, and then Bryn noticed that he seemed to be holding his breath. “Are you all right?” </i></blockquote><blockquote><i>
The large male wolfhound burst out with a deep, rumbling laugh that made Bryn smile in spite of herself. “Clobberpaws? Really?” he managed in between heaving gasps and more laughter. “You’re not even a big wolfhound, Bryn! What if your paws were the size of mine?” </i></blockquote><blockquote><i>
Bryn stared at Barley. “But I don’t like that they make fun of me,” she whined. </i></blockquote><blockquote><i>
“Oh, Bryn, wear that name as a badge of honor,” Barley replied, still chuckling. “When those thin-skinned lightweights get in trouble, we have to step in and take care of them because that’s what we do.” He paused a moment as the humans stopped to pick up something that had fallen down and took advantage of the moment to swipe one of his own huge paws past his cheek, satisfying an itch. </i></blockquote><blockquote><i>
“I did hear Mommy say that ancient Wolfhounds were the dogs of war…but is that what that means?” Bryn asked, eyes wide with wonder. </i></blockquote><blockquote><i>
“Yep. Some of them could pull a man off a horse,” Barley said, his chest swelling with pride. “So Clobberpaws is pretty accurate, I suppose.” </i></blockquote><blockquote><i> They walked the rest of the way to their cars in silence as Bryn mulled over what he had said. Too soon, it seemed, Auntie Tamara and Uncle Marc were loading Barley into the car and getting ready to leave.
“I will see you again, won’t I?” Bryn called as Barley stuck his head out the open car window. </i></blockquote><blockquote><i>
“Of course you will, little sister,” he replied. “Be kind to that greyhound sister of yours. She’s probably as unsure of you as you are of her.” </i></blockquote><blockquote><i>
“Maybe.” Bryn scowled a moment and then beamed a wolfish grin at her brother. “Love you, Barley!” she called out. </i></blockquote><blockquote>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i>“Backatcha,” he said, winking at her just before pulling his massive shaggy head back inside the car as Auntie Tamara rolled up the car window. </i></div></blockquote><blockquote><i> Bryn positively floated to the car with Mommy. She had a brother who thought she was normal. NORMAL! Not Clobberpaws. She was a wolfhound, and that was all right. In fact, that was just perfect.
</i></blockquote></div>Nancy E. Dunnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09981214233787620842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453314409008055018.post-50761487654949435902021-02-11T10:51:00.003-05:002021-02-11T10:51:58.610-05:00In Which Col. Pickle is Jailed<p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipFJ42XigCfB04UJUUKnEkfKT2WodA9J9j8HwiXfaBhorLe-PLkp1eQ-rtSBiY6Nd9s6a5Qj9NhTP5SdbE1q6AJ4aEml5xcUmxVtCp5ZAsMOV_hK2QnLq-ll-_A6sgLAv27aA1NDIeANk/s1420/willow+post+surgery.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="1420" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipFJ42XigCfB04UJUUKnEkfKT2WodA9J9j8HwiXfaBhorLe-PLkp1eQ-rtSBiY6Nd9s6a5Qj9NhTP5SdbE1q6AJ4aEml5xcUmxVtCp5ZAsMOV_hK2QnLq-ll-_A6sgLAv27aA1NDIeANk/w400-h180/willow+post+surgery.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">We are all very discombobulated since our leader is confined to quarters most of the day, none more than Willow-Pickle since she grabbed some prime painkillers from the vet. Her surgery rehab is making Mommy lose sleep though, so this will get worse before it gets better. -B</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p>Nancy E. Dunnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09981214233787620842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453314409008055018.post-76673262328061529502020-10-05T11:37:00.001-04:002020-10-05T11:39:03.491-04:00A Note from Bryn and Ciaragh's Mommy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9JNL2DAHs3KM6CE3rv2xiIJipDa_SdKcdJ0hAPHL58PUIrI6SFBqTx_e16EGgt_HLqlNbxfwLYij7Iu9vcq1ITYan24l_vGGd857O3CeyipuJprFKF3q1ouHxXG6r3jNNA3F3-mt0zCM/s556/clobberpaws1.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="556" data-original-width="369" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9JNL2DAHs3KM6CE3rv2xiIJipDa_SdKcdJ0hAPHL58PUIrI6SFBqTx_e16EGgt_HLqlNbxfwLYij7Iu9vcq1ITYan24l_vGGd857O3CeyipuJprFKF3q1ouHxXG6r3jNNA3F3-mt0zCM/s320/clobberpaws1.png" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGmviqiBB7Gg-U4SC-YZgvaZrb_lmL5J7gcApKHGVAafiuPmqd-f33Yx4sqK_Hcrqm8dMfo0GYbIGVba7Nwy_Nu-xaOqzTDvtdeTebGHOTu1vyU2ukjUsL0erhL2lqb0ZTK8hl5_WREUo/s1024/clobberpaws-2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="678" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGmviqiBB7Gg-U4SC-YZgvaZrb_lmL5J7gcApKHGVAafiuPmqd-f33Yx4sqK_Hcrqm8dMfo0GYbIGVba7Nwy_Nu-xaOqzTDvtdeTebGHOTu1vyU2ukjUsL0erhL2lqb0ZTK8hl5_WREUo/s320/clobberpaws-2.jpg" /></a></div><br />I want to take a second to thank everyone that purchased an autographed copy of Bryn and Ciaragh's books during the BBH Virtual Vendor Showcase at the beginning of last month. As a result of your generosity, I was able to make a sizeable donation to the Irish Wolfhound Rescue of the Mid South. This money will specifically go to the Heather Burns Memorial Fund for Veteran Hounds, to help place and care for the older and more medically fragile Irish Wolfhounds that are often harder to place when they come into rescue. Céad míle go raibh maith agat!<p></p>Nancy E. Dunnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09981214233787620842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453314409008055018.post-5225739334747671392020-10-05T11:26:00.000-04:002020-10-05T11:26:18.066-04:00Our Daily October...Sisters.<p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-VS3uEcV9RQPyWlyp8CrMURRcGn0CPO2n-eCXa4yH35WWPhVN7cq-V3TFHbQaPs65MlT0PXjh8JqDqWajNf5nsq1vMkW7VkZeQtao5Up-DJ-19fTqSQEZYr24MosOuwqzZQasRTF9_K4/s7988/20201005_112043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="7988" data-original-width="6829" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-VS3uEcV9RQPyWlyp8CrMURRcGn0CPO2n-eCXa4yH35WWPhVN7cq-V3TFHbQaPs65MlT0PXjh8JqDqWajNf5nsq1vMkW7VkZeQtao5Up-DJ-19fTqSQEZYr24MosOuwqzZQasRTF9_K4/w343-h400/20201005_112043.jpg" width="343" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Well, I for one would never have foreseen THIS. <br />Can you tell who is who?</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> </p>Nancy E. Dunnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09981214233787620842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453314409008055018.post-43091806234608887372020-09-09T12:37:00.005-04:002020-09-09T12:37:32.317-04:00Reposted from Brave Lettuce: On Saying Hello, Knowing You Have to Say Goodbye.<p> </p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3lAsGcgG20_PqVznYecw_7OKm_znvj_tihBIZvqXEbm7JjybFkRIfrhyphenhyphend-fIizDxR2FUe5k6lUku9oEibFUsXAyzOtTnkCY-8k968wZqpYMBiEeEl9A1JbkaxWXtkHu_MxqbO6eCvww/s1137/FB_IMG_1521310270545.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="1137" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3lAsGcgG20_PqVznYecw_7OKm_znvj_tihBIZvqXEbm7JjybFkRIfrhyphenhyphend-fIizDxR2FUe5k6lUku9oEibFUsXAyzOtTnkCY-8k968wZqpYMBiEeEl9A1JbkaxWXtkHu_MxqbO6eCvww/w500-h281/FB_IMG_1521310270545.jpg" width="500" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">IWAMS members in the St. Patrick's Day Parade, Charlotte, NC. March 2018.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p>The Irish Wolfhound community lost one of its fiercest warriors, defenders, and supporters yesterday with the death of Heather Burns, a member of the Irish Wolfhound Association of the Mid South. Heather worked tirelessly to find placements for IWs that needed rescue/rehoming. She possessed a wealth of knowledge of the breed: history, temperament, health concerns, etc. I've put this picture up even though you can't see Heather and Mark in this shot, it is representative of who she was and why those of us lucky enough to have known her are grieving today.</p><p>This was the day before she drove our Ciaragh all the way from her home in NC (almost VA) down to us here in Greenville. Hubs came with me to the parade this time to watch from the sidelines and brought Willow-Pickle along for the ride so she wouldn't have to stay home alone. If you look right in the middle of the picture you will see her, straining to get out in front of all those long-legged wolfhounds because she was the security for the IW contingent. Simon happened to run into Heather along the parade route (I had already taken Bryn to the line-up point) and, being the force of nature she was, she managed to convince my 6'4" Yorkshireman and our snappy little terrier mix to come with her and join the parade. "Willow can be a Wolfhound today," she told him - which is exactly what Willow believed in her heart already. </p><p>You see, that was Heather. In a world of kennel clubs and rare breeds that could foster a sense of elitism and snobbery, Heather was there to make sure that everyone felt welcome at the table - at HER table, the Irish Wolfhound table. I was already familiar with her because she not only saved my bacon and my sanity plenty of times as we were raising Bryn, but she found members of Bryn's extended family that we didn't know about, like her litter brother, Barley, and his family, Tamara and Marc. Or Bryn's older sister Keira and her mom Stacie. Heather knew everyone and everything, and if she didn't know something you'd better believe she would find out for you.</p><p>What I knew from the time that I met her was that she had cancer and that it was terminal. She told me with a smile on her face and in her heart that her plan was to outlive the IWs she had (at the time I think there were three) so that when she passed, her husband wouldn't have that to deal with on top of everything else. Heather NEVER thought of herself first. So I knew that as I was saying hello to her, I was also getting ready to say goodbye. She was one of those warrior women that you just thought would live forever.</p><p>Go raibh cead míle maith agat, one hundred thousand thank yous, to Heather, for taking me under her massive wing and teaching me how to be a good mom to Bryn and Ciaragh - and for your example of strength, compassion, and love. I hope that your first stop was at a clear pond where your hounds were waiting.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKQGY81H-I81ZBGRHi_SANVKod5pyYzeZUNkpqUVwmjc-k6_XGNRZelaY4vz3xnRtg1xdfD994q1LsHwu-Q3PwJYRdFelTzRXBBvhrfjYV7mJpJC_v9_jVlpWeOnIXB80wzmtZ323OlQ/s556/clobberpaws1.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="556" data-original-width="369" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKQGY81H-I81ZBGRHi_SANVKod5pyYzeZUNkpqUVwmjc-k6_XGNRZelaY4vz3xnRtg1xdfD994q1LsHwu-Q3PwJYRdFelTzRXBBvhrfjYV7mJpJC_v9_jVlpWeOnIXB80wzmtZ323OlQ/w170-h256/clobberpaws1.png" width="170" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaG2EFap1LNmWo2cgG987yy6W8l_hiZ3rGcPtME7DD367UKfYARpbp6sCziPfpXPM48wom533N2U7xKu6wuayj4xRpjabkfEef-2AGFi2WXU7oRkJERzAhGuA_TtzPGj5WxJYUFwHEGg/s1024/clobberpaws-2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="678" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaG2EFap1LNmWo2cgG987yy6W8l_hiZ3rGcPtME7DD367UKfYARpbp6sCziPfpXPM48wom533N2U7xKu6wuayj4xRpjabkfEef-2AGFi2WXU7oRkJERzAhGuA_TtzPGj5WxJYUFwHEGg/w170-h256/clobberpaws-2.jpg" width="170" /></a></div><br /><p>Please visit <a href="https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=oa.292547558490195&type=3" target="_blank">my album</a> in the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/285153322562952">Beach Bound Hounds Vendor Virtual Showcase</a>, currently happening through 14th September 2020, to purchase your copies of the Clobberpaws books - <b>100% of the total sales of Clobberpaws and Clobberpaws, Too! paperbacks will go to the Irish Wolfhound Rescue of the MidSouth's Heather Burns Memorial Fund for Veteran Hounds, created to support foster homes and adopters of hounds that due to age/illness are difficult to place.</b></p>Nancy E. Dunnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09981214233787620842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453314409008055018.post-20996478626643344192020-08-26T10:52:00.004-04:002020-08-26T10:53:15.969-04:00If you've been waiting for her to update this blog...<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPGyv_m0cRBt4RYxsJhfeH38-BcwkFSkjDo-2zzJM6jp6e3Qwsb_Clqf-RwnFm8zu2_TutVtk_7_Ozj1Rjj0NLbvfKJ6DQZ28sDZRZRkEkxXlZRX5fe7cvgK9WHD8jwSokVnx7vfnER-E/s4032/20200604_172643.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPGyv_m0cRBt4RYxsJhfeH38-BcwkFSkjDo-2zzJM6jp6e3Qwsb_Clqf-RwnFm8zu2_TutVtk_7_Ozj1Rjj0NLbvfKJ6DQZ28sDZRZRkEkxXlZRX5fe7cvgK9WHD8jwSokVnx7vfnER-E/s640/20200604_172643.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: left;">Then you're going to be waiting awhile, because I have suspicions she has forgotten it exists, what with the pandemic and her discovery of TikTok and the deep-seated desire to put a shirt on me every time she sees me. Seriously. There are years and years of therapy just waiting to happen. <br />- Willow-Pickle </span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><p></p>Nancy E. Dunnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09981214233787620842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453314409008055018.post-4496190237434852582020-03-13T12:27:00.001-04:002020-03-13T12:27:51.543-04:00So...now what?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Not going to get to see this crowd tomorrow - the humans have spread a virus around so the parade got canceled. Maybe Ciaragh and I can teach Willow to hold the sign and we can parade around the yard? Yeah, probably not. Just have to wait and sneak in with the Scottish breeds in the Great Scot! Parade in May, I guess.</span></td></tr>
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<br />Nancy E. Dunnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09981214233787620842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453314409008055018.post-18838671369715279152020-02-24T12:01:00.000-05:002020-02-24T12:34:25.764-05:00Ciaragh, Similarly Tweeted<blockquote class="twitter-tweet" data-theme="dark">
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We wander the lanes, ma <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/belle?src=hash&ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">#belle</a> fille, mo chailín beag, my Ciaragh and I. Her duty is to her queen first, her mum second - but evil-doers beware. She rules with an iron-gray coloured paw and loves with her whole heart.<a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/vss365?src=hash&ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">#vss365</a> <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/clobberpaws?src=hash&ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">#clobberpaws</a> <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/clobberpawstoo?src=hash&ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">#clobberpawstoo</a> <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/amwriting?src=hash&ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">#amwriting</a> <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/wolfhounds?src=hash&ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">#wolfhounds</a> <a href="https://t.co/dDIE9UPXfg">pic.twitter.com/dDIE9UPXfg</a></div>
— NancyD_writes (@nancyd_writes) <a href="https://twitter.com/nancyd_writes/status/1231984761360404485?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">February 24, 2020</a></blockquote>
<script async="" charset="utf-8" src="https://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script>Nancy E. Dunnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09981214233787620842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453314409008055018.post-87028332582359571152020-02-23T12:00:00.000-05:002020-02-24T12:01:39.112-05:00Bryn, Tweeted.<blockquote class="twitter-tweet" data-theme="dark">
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From Ireland she came, bringing the <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/Royal?src=hash&ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">#Royal</a> Dog of Eire as a gift for Her Majesty.<br />
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(Or at least that's what Mommy told the bazillion people that wanted to pet me. I thought we lived in South Carolina?)<br />
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Is cailín álainn í. Is é ainm di Bryn.<a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/vss365?src=hash&ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">#vss365</a> <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/Clobberpaws?src=hash&ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">#Clobberpaws</a> <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/irishwolfhound?src=hash&ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">#irishwolfhound</a> <a href="https://t.co/zMJnX5g8A6">pic.twitter.com/zMJnX5g8A6</a></div>
— NancyD_writes (@nancyd_writes) <a href="https://twitter.com/nancyd_writes/status/1231580264381460480?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">February 23, 2020</a></blockquote>
<script async="" charset="utf-8" src="https://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script>Nancy E. Dunnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09981214233787620842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453314409008055018.post-44512214841001165272020-02-12T12:47:00.000-05:002020-02-17T12:51:06.550-05:00Westminster Willow-Pickle<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Well, she's pretty and all, but my big sisters are prettier. Also, do not tell them I said that. Sets a dangerous precedent."- Willow-Pickle</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">So, a few days ago the door was open all day and now it's snowing. I can't explain that, but can you tell which wolfhound is me?</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">There wasn't nearly enough Star Trek on telly this time. Where is the complaint department?</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12.8px;">Bryn and Ciaragh are in agreement that the "chicken nubby yum-yums" are the preferred treat for 2020. Sadly, unanimous consent is required, and Willow-Pickle remains unwavering in her acceptance of "Anything Not Tied Down."</span></td></tr>
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<br />Nancy E. Dunnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09981214233787620842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453314409008055018.post-86658883146805849382019-12-24T13:12:00.000-05:002020-02-17T13:07:25.440-05:00Songs from the Pickle<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM13UlvPLlx_xj7DPVI6vLG15cJytjir6UXGzFwlWev9ZRHo8oltIIEnFm5peK5_7aKpBHBRm6-ilhtCZimNXCMcYIAHgZjRACkT0CIvZIvGENfxEF5Uhz5lliZH0H8Yj9DQIHeGn3pks/s1600/20191224_092417.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM13UlvPLlx_xj7DPVI6vLG15cJytjir6UXGzFwlWev9ZRHo8oltIIEnFm5peK5_7aKpBHBRm6-ilhtCZimNXCMcYIAHgZjRACkT0CIvZIvGENfxEF5Uhz5lliZH0H8Yj9DQIHeGn3pks/s640/20191224_092417.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Willow's Imitation of the Charlie Brown Christmas</span></td></tr>
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<br />Nancy E. Dunnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09981214233787620842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453314409008055018.post-43828296694988678782019-12-22T13:06:00.000-05:002020-01-04T13:07:16.594-05:00Is it just me...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgin7XqsjR8BHEYl29YvxQwOgyIk_sgW7YurZ2d7WYKLsQZSlTNIyQxraYYUeecrO_bGdGbS2hoM0Jw2VwStdjTEZIJ5JGzLLMLWJwA3o-1zEUIQcEq_bTV5t5XnMtvOTo-WC_c2YWb9_Y/s1600/20191207_161929.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgin7XqsjR8BHEYl29YvxQwOgyIk_sgW7YurZ2d7WYKLsQZSlTNIyQxraYYUeecrO_bGdGbS2hoM0Jw2VwStdjTEZIJ5JGzLLMLWJwA3o-1zEUIQcEq_bTV5t5XnMtvOTo-WC_c2YWb9_Y/s640/20191207_161929.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12.8px;">...or does Ciaragh look like an old man muppet here?</span></td></tr>
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<br />Nancy E. Dunnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09981214233787620842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453314409008055018.post-8495922216440812982019-12-21T13:04:00.000-05:002020-02-17T13:06:27.888-05:00Bryn Got Her Hairs Did.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGkyhaai5pCukNgjMmE4kgydKijNeVsPKq1iybpcHFcYrr3WT7zyIWjVpVIxSlKUDp4E_1lHuXPGNX18M33HoGPKeIUuc_4w7I2ffoecASYPZPuyjrO4ZBIde1SOKNp7MttC-CT2ac8Fo/s1600/20191207_161857.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGkyhaai5pCukNgjMmE4kgydKijNeVsPKq1iybpcHFcYrr3WT7zyIWjVpVIxSlKUDp4E_1lHuXPGNX18M33HoGPKeIUuc_4w7I2ffoecASYPZPuyjrO4ZBIde1SOKNp7MttC-CT2ac8Fo/s640/20191207_161857.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Everyone should look this good after being subjected to a "spa day" I think.</span></td></tr>
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Nancy E. Dunnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09981214233787620842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453314409008055018.post-87358416937666913632019-12-15T12:55:00.000-05:002020-02-17T13:08:02.817-05:00Paint me like your...Irish Girls?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Yeah, she's shameless. Positively wanton. She did NOT learn that from me.</span></td></tr>
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Nancy E. Dunnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09981214233787620842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453314409008055018.post-30354860732160631022019-12-08T12:53:00.000-05:002020-01-04T12:54:19.769-05:00Irish Headshots<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd8mIKRVBJPCSYjKdt_KdjhZGQOzHynomOLYWVJakPcNhfZ4JmYT4IjMrntrQrqygMikHst6gGBU3vshXsc-9mOVYnsicvQUXENrGudMJAmC-jJ-qKe0EVDK6N00IENFop1cX3-OuyCSA/s1600/20191203_171148.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd8mIKRVBJPCSYjKdt_KdjhZGQOzHynomOLYWVJakPcNhfZ4JmYT4IjMrntrQrqygMikHst6gGBU3vshXsc-9mOVYnsicvQUXENrGudMJAmC-jJ-qKe0EVDK6N00IENFop1cX3-OuyCSA/s400/20191203_171148.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Our Irish Eyes weren't smiling, they were wondering why we had to sit still for so long. <br />Can you tell which one is me? -Bryn</span></td></tr>
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<br />Nancy E. Dunnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09981214233787620842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453314409008055018.post-31736526806712652962019-11-24T12:48:00.000-05:002020-01-04T12:50:55.653-05:00Sharing the Wolfie Love...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnmQpNcRCNiwYrzFa-2kPFLQ3EKr0W4J1rFjgGOmGq3vd2bB4UM8sUS6amsdkYyLs1sKjq9ZtHDwQLYCI31WrrYq6ccye4cR89tSlsV02PboN1MHZkfrN-IakS7JTM0SzZ4-LuEBs5mio/s1600/Screenshot_20191118-192124_Facebook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="720" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnmQpNcRCNiwYrzFa-2kPFLQ3EKr0W4J1rFjgGOmGq3vd2bB4UM8sUS6amsdkYyLs1sKjq9ZtHDwQLYCI31WrrYq6ccye4cR89tSlsV02PboN1MHZkfrN-IakS7JTM0SzZ4-LuEBs5mio/s640/Screenshot_20191118-192124_Facebook.jpg" width="360" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">This is our friend and fellow HOEF cast member, Oberon. We are so proud of him - he came through physical and emotional struggles to become a valued member of the HOEF cast. #WOLFHOUNDSTRONG</span></td></tr>
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<br />Nancy E. Dunnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09981214233787620842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453314409008055018.post-37492608006636228142019-11-15T13:03:00.000-05:002019-11-15T13:03:13.298-05:00The calm before the storm<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiU5CCBpXg-OWmojPDP9hPEJNJyUBaieMXAltXs9KacupTA_qoTXB3aiRVPryyDRSl_LKzjD6On6m88XFphU0PNJcR3fo-7L5p3F6-1CS_WgkwPEg9k290VwsBFbLfX2NC36b4ZeWUKn4/s1600/20191111_220521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiU5CCBpXg-OWmojPDP9hPEJNJyUBaieMXAltXs9KacupTA_qoTXB3aiRVPryyDRSl_LKzjD6On6m88XFphU0PNJcR3fo-7L5p3F6-1CS_WgkwPEg9k290VwsBFbLfX2NC36b4ZeWUKn4/s400/20191111_220521.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Willow communes with her monster before ripping out its insides...<br />(Bryn and Ciaragh would like to add that their monsters are intact in their crates.)</span></td></tr>
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<br />Nancy E. Dunnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09981214233787620842noreply@blogger.com0