This was my cousin’s bachelorette weekend, actually. But I thought titling it like that would be cheating. People would expect a mad girlfriend bash or something. We just had two quiet days off in the country. One of the members in our party was – still is! – pregnant, too. So none of that mad alcohol induced strip club brawl that was planned upon at the very beginning happened.
You can see part one here.
Continue reading Villa Again and Again.
That’s a bit of a promising title. I was busy with some srs bsns that day, so I only snapped a few shots, and the majority of them were blurry. Like these two of Moriarty. He couldn’t be arsed with me that day:
This is the cat that usually poses. Obviously father was more important. Or maybe he was once again offended that I didn’t bring any dry food for him.
The dog, on the other hand, was mad as ever:
Druzhok is chained. The chain is long, so he has a reasonable amount of space, and he doesn’t strain himself or suffocate himself on it. He’s well fed and has shelter from sun/ rain/ snow. PMR’s animal laws are inhumane, so dogs running loose routinely get poisoned/ captured/ shot, even if they are collared and have contact information.
Plus my father’s neighbours are weird. Let’s not comment on that subject any further.
Continue reading Dubossary Photos.