On my walk through the house today I saw this.
Yes. Barnaby had fallen asleep whilst doing the vacuuming.
He did look tired. I hope that the tall person does not find him sleeping and think that he is shirking his chores.
I later found out that Barnaby had fallen asleep after just one minute’s vacuuming. Hmm.
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On my walk through the kitchen today I saw this unusual sight.
I asked the tall person what is was and he smiled and told me that one of my puppies had crawled into the vegetable rack and fallen asleep.
Hmm. Bunk beds for puppies.
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We found a good home for Buka and his new family came to collect him today. We wish him a very happy life in his new home. 
We will miss you Buka!
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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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We found a mate for Bassa in the summer and she is expecting puppies as early as next week.
This magnificent Caucasian Shepherd dog is the father of Bassa’s puppies.
Do you remember when Bassa was a puppy?
Bassa as a puppy
Very soon we will have lots of little Bassa’s!
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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 found this in the yard today.
He asked me what it was. I told him to step back and reminded him that people sometimes can’t see the wood for the trees.
Not that I have a wooden nose.
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