I saw this cake wandering around Philadelphia on Thursday. I can’t imagine slicing into it. It would become like Miss Havisham’s wedding cake, destined never to be eaten.
Category Archives: Neighborhood sightings
Is Pablo getting spoiled or what! Now his favorite mailman has taken to leaving dog biscuits in our mailbox. Today Pablo gobbled his mailbox treats and then, when we ran into the mailman on our morning walk, he scarfed two more. Was the greediest pug on earth satisfied? No. He proceeded to accost every man he met, expecting more treats.
Like Teddy Roosevelt leading the Rough Riders up San Juan Hill, Pablo charged up a snow-banked slope on Sunday. As long-time readers of this blog know, Pablo avoids inclines at every opportunity and when faced with a staircase, goes into his classic “I’m-not-budging” stance. So what caused this burst of uncharacteristic activity?
Our mailman. Pablo has a serious crush on this member of the U.S. Postal Service, who always makes a huge fuss over him. It doesn’t hurt that he carries dog biscuits in his mailbag. Pablo has been known to receive three of these treats in one visit. Whenever we go on our morning walk, Pablo scours the vicinity for sightings of this man. For the past week, he’s been on vacation, so Pablo has searched in vain.
Imagine his joy, then, when, on Saturday, he spotted his hero across the street, delivering mail up a steep incline. Pablo attempted to scale the steps. No go. Frantic now, he took off, charging up the embankment. No way could I keep up, so I dropped the leash and watched him scramble up the hill. After a joyful reunion, Pablo gobbled his treats. Now sated, he made it clear he had no intention of coming down, so I had to go up, pick him up, and gingerly bring him down the icy steps.
Here’s Pablo resting after his exertions. Notice the tip of his tongue sticking out.
It was a bloodthirsty crowd that gathered in Phoenixville, PA, to watch the annual burning of the wooden phoenix. As K and I stood among them on a thankfully warm Saturday night we heard them chant, “Burn the bird! Burn the bird!” If it weren’t for all the smart phones held high to record the event, I might have imagined myself back in medieval times awaiting the burning of a heretic or witch.
A little after 8 PM, they set the bird afire and the flames inched their way upwards. In the background drums pounded and before long the increasing heat from the burning bonfire warmed our upturned faces. I have to admit I felt a bit sad to see something so wonderfully built and majestic be destroyed. Still it was an impressive sight. We stayed until most of the structure was consumed, then went home to Pablo, who wisely chose to keep his distance from trampling crowds. Besides, the only bird he’d want to see roasting would not be made of wood.
This Saturday the Phoenix will burn (and hopefully be reborn) and yours truly will be there to witness it. This is our first winter in Phoenixville and K and I are excited to partake in its ninth annual Firebird Festival. At 8 PM the almost 30-foot-high wooden phoenix you see above will be ceremonially set afire. The burning symbolizing the rebirth of Phoenixville, which like many former steel town had fallen upon hard times before undergoing a renaissance of sorts. So for those of you who enjoy a really big bonfire, grab a bag of marshmallows and head on over!
We recently discovered there’s a once-a-month pug meet-up at our local dog park. Saturday we went to our first one and, sure enough, there were a plethora of pugs milling around. It was a bit nippy and I was chagrined to find many of the dogs bundled up in warm sweaters. Pablo, alas, was coatless, although he didn’t seem to mind. Packed up somewhere in our new house are his winter woolies; I just haven’t uncovered them yet. As it’s supposed to be in the 70s today, I’m not too concerned. But winter will soon be here so I’d better start searching. Sigh.
Over the weekend K and I took Pablo on a long walk to take advantage of the glorious day. We ended up at a local cemetery and strolled among the headstones. I almost never let Pablo off leash but I did here and I’m pleased to say he mostly obeyed. My chief worry was he’d lift a leg to one of the headstones–or worse–but he didn’t.
Here are some more photos from our walk: