On my walk through the house today I saw this.
Two of Bassa’s 26 day old puppies
Yes, the tall person was practicing weightlifting with two of my puppies. He told me that tomorrow he will try to lift three.
Hmm. I carried six until very recently.
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It’s my Birthday!
Happy 3rd Birthday Bassa!
I have never understood how you can wake up one day and be a whole year older.
Bassa has safely delivered her puppies. The first pup was born just after midnight on 8 October 2013 and by the morning, Bassa was the proud mom of 7 plump and healthy puppies.
Bassa’s Puppies
This lovely dark colored male was born first.
The first puppy – born 1 minute past midnight October 8 2013
They are all feeding well.
One of Bassa’s Puppies
Bassa is very patient as her pups line up for milk!
Bassa’s Hungry Puppies
Bassa is well and doing a great job looking after her new family.
Bassa – the proud mom
Congratulations Bassa!
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We are on top of the world!
Well, not exactly tall person – we are in the mountains that overlook Tbilisi.
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Don’t be panicked by the title of this post. It does not contain 863 photos of me that would take all day to view or 15 minutes to scroll to the bottom, press ‘like’ (hopefully), breathe a sigh of relief and quickly move on to the next blog. The title of this post refers to the 863 posts that comprise Bassa’s Blog on its second anniversary.
On this day, two years ago, I was relaxing on the cool stone floor of the bathroom chatting to the tall person when he took this photo and suggested that we start to blog about our life in Tbilisi. This is the very first picture posted on Bassa’s Blog.
Neither of us knew much about blogging but decided to leap into the world wide web and hope that we would not be eaten by a gigantic internet spider. Fortunately we weren’t and I am beginning to think that there is no such thing as a gigantic internet spider.
Anyway, I digress. Like me, Bassa’s blog has grown over the last two years. My first post had two ‘likes’ (it still has) but since then I have made many wonderful blogging friends from all over the world. I want to thank everyone who has visited Bassa’s Blog. I know how busy you are and I am thrilled whenever you stop by and say hi and leave a comment.
It has been a busy two years. Aside from recording our daily adventures on the blog we published ‘Bassa’s World’ eBook at the end of last year and have plans to write another.
It’s another hot day in Tbilisi and just like two years ago I am relaxing on the cool stone floor of the bathroom chatting to the tall person. Hmm. I sense Déjà vu.
I was blowing raspberries in the yard this morning.
The tall person heard me and told me that at around 5 months, a child will start blowing spit bubbles — or raspberries — a skill that helps it learn how to move its mouth, tongue, and lips together, and later be able to form words.
He went on to say that it reminded him of something the American author Annie Dillard once said, “There is a certain age at which a child looks at you in all earnestness and delivers a long, pleased speech in all the true inflections of spoken English, but with not one recognizable syllable.”
Hmm. I had better start practicing my vowels.
The tall person told me that when we are asleep our body produces growth hormone.
I must have slept a lot when I was young!
I mentioned the benefits of sleep to my cat Barnaby and he told me that he would like to wake up with bigger paws.
I think it’s working!
I asked the tall person how old I am today and he told me I am 2 years, 3 months, 2 weeks and 4 days old.
Who would have believed that this tiny pup……….
……..would become this huge pup in such a short time?
Hmm. At this rate of expansion I will be as big as Tbilisi in another 2 years, 3 months, 2 weeks and 4 days.
I will inform the city planners. Based on my growth prediction, in 2 years, 3 months, 2 weeks and 4 days there will only be room enough in Tbilisi for me, the tall person, De, the little person, Mari and my cat Barnaby. Because of this I suggest the city planners begin preparations to re-name Tbilisi. I suggest Bassaville.
When is a bone not a bone?
Apparently when it is still attached to someone. Oops!
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