Angie Visits 2 Minneapolis Parks

About a week and a half ago, I decided that for our next “Angie Adventure” we would go to William Berry Park. (An Angie Adventure is when I take her for a car ride and then let her explore a neighborhood or park she hasn’t been to. )Berry_Park_Map

William Berry Park is one of those parks that people in Minneapolis have a hard time placing. It’s a small wooded, hilly area between the very popular Lake Calhoun Park and Lake Harriet Park.  What remains  of the Como-Harriet Streetcar track runs through the park.



After pulling me down a hill, Angie is now adamant that we find out what is up these stairs. She had an easier time getting under the chain blocking access from the top than I did.

The only people we saw in the park were people with dogs and we met them all: one dog was only 4 months old, one was 7 years old and one was 17. Angie didn’t stay still enough for me to even attempt to take another picture until…


After over a half hour of following Angie around, we ended up coming back through the trolley tracks  and were very close to the car. Angie wouldn’t budge. She didn’t pull but she made it clear that she  wasn’t going to willingly move unless we went the opposite direction. We headed south into Lake Harriet Park and I’m very glad we did.


I never would have seen this very rare Minneapolis occurrence, flowers blooming in November, if we had gone the way I had wanted.

Angie@Lake Harriet
Angie stopped one last time and we watched the fishing boat out on the lake. Lake_Harriet

I decided to check out one of my seldom used apps, Artista Impresso, and see if any of my blurry photos could be improved enough to include. Not quite “stroke-filled Impressionist masterpieces” but not bad.

Artista Impresso #1


Artista Impresso #2




Camera Critters

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T is for Tail Wagging

From 2010…

From 2013: Angie next door  at Aldo’s house. I’m not sure where Aldo is.

From 2012: Angie makes a new friend at the final “Dog Days at the Dome”

#1500 – Bruno and Buffy

As hard as it is to believe this is the one thousand, five hundredth post that I’ve published to this blog. When I noticed the published post count was getting close to this number I decided that I should acknowledge it in some way.

Pictures of the dogs I’ve lived with and loved (besides A for Angie and D for Darryl) seemed fitting. I might have posted these photos before but I’m too lazy at the moment to check.

Me (age 9?) with Bruno, the dog we got before I started school and who lived until a couple days before I started college in August 1980.


My dad with Buffy in the late summer/early fall of 1981. Buffy was an extremely cuddly pit bull. You really can’t tell from this photo how massive she was but it’s the only photo I have of her.

Hard as it is to believe, I didn’t live with a dog again until I got Darryl in 1994. I wasn’t a homebody during my 20s and I would have felt too guilty leaving the dog alone that much. For the first few years I had Darryl, I had dog walkers, the neighbor girl, my parents,  and Jimmy (after I met him in 1997) come over when I was at work for hours and hours (in my prior career).

D is for Darryl

I guess you don’t really own a dog, you rent them, and you have to be thankful that you had a long lease. 
– Joe Garagiola

Both Darryl’s 14th and 15th birthdays were highlighted on this blog.  Jimmy and I still miss him every day. My favorites of the photo’s previously shared on this blog.

Darryl with just a few of his many stuffies.

In his youth, Darryl could dance on his hind legs and touch his tongue to his nose at the same time!
Darryl freshly shaved for summer 2008.
Darryl before he got that haircut.
The way I remember Darryl looking most often.

A is for Angie

Wow, I’ve posted a bunch times about my dog Angie (aka Angelina, Diva Terrier, Baby Girl,…). You can see all 42 by clicking on the label Angie on the right side of the page or just clicking here.  A couple of my favorites…

Saturday, June 29, 2013

Angie and Aldo

Angie’s best friend, Aldo, has been staying with us for the last (almost) 2 weeks while his family is off on a Canadian adventure / Alaskan tour. The amount of dog hair/fur on that comforter makes me almost think I should take up Knitting with Dog Hair!

Otherwise, Aldo has been a very good house guest.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Go Twins!

A friend gave Angie this Twins shirt, unfortunately it’s just a bit too small. She’ll just have to show her Twins support with the #7 on her back.

Libby Hall’s Collection of Vintage Dog Photographs

I love vintage photographs of dogs. So much so that in 2013 I spent hours searching online photo archives to find images to use for the A to Z Challenge. The process could have been easier and quicker if I ignored copyright laws. It would have been much easier if Libby Hall’s photo collection  was available then!

Libby Hall spent years and years (1966-2006) gathering possibly the largest collection of vintage dog photography ever made by any single individual. She published five books. Prince and Other Dogs, 1850-1940Prince and Other Dogs IIThese Were Our Dogs,  Postcard Dogs  and Postcard Cats (coauthored with Tom Phillips). All books are available at Amazon.

The collection was edited down to approximately 900 photos  of dogs, mostly with their owners, and donated to the library archives at Bishopgate Institute, London.   Dogs of the First World War, a free exhibition exploring the role of dogs as both companions and workers during the years 1914-18 opens March 10, 2015.

For more information:

Or, click here to view 537 of Libby Hall’s favorite photos from her collection or here to thumb through the pages of Libby’s newest book, Photography Going to the Dogs: One Hundred Favourite Photographs from The Libby Hall Collection.

Nicollet Island

Angie and I walked around Nicollet Island today. We didn’t meet any people or dogs but we had a good time. It was a perfect day for a leisurely walk and neither of us had been there before. Angie spent  most of her time sniffing while I took pictures. Unfortunately we never wanted to move at the same time so I ended up with quite a few blurry photos.

Somewhat hard to believer that in 25 years of living in Minneapolis, I’ve never walked over the Merriam Street Bridge.

Linking to Mosaic Monday.