Lining this stream are signs from the Atlanta Public Health Department warning citizens about the poor water quality in the stream.
Tag Archives: Pets
Éva’s Portrait
Snowy hill with Éva
Running Éva
Éva explores Greenwood
Jesus at Greenwood Cemetery
After a brief hike through a woodlot on the edge of John A. White Park, we came to Greenwood Cemetery, where Éva didn’t approve of a certain statue. Although in a welcoming stance as percieved by people, Éva seemed to interpret the stance, and size, as threatening, perhaps because it might be a stance people take before picking her up. She began barking at the statue, so I walked around it with her, and Allison and I sat down below it for a time. She continued to pace around and bark…
Delivering Eva
Éva at Sweetwater Creek
Éva came for her first big park walk at Sweetwater Creek State Park this weekend. It was the happiest Allison and I had ever seen her… at least until Sunday, when we brought a new Dachshund home; Scarf.
For a couple of hours, Allison and I read and worked on an island in the river, and Éva had to swim across a small section – she was happy to obliged, but a bit cold afterwards.
Meet Scarf (Eva)
When Allison and I adopted Éva, we intended to give her as a Christmas gift to Allison’s parents, since their Dachshund, Helga, died this past summer. After spending 24 h a day for 1 month with her, needless-to-say, I became increasingly attached… and it is certainly mutual. So this weekend, we adopted a second Dachshund for Allison’s parents: Scarf. Both dogs were rescued by the Atlanta Humane Society from a hoarder or puppy mill; a self-described breeder who mistreated their animals simply to make a profit. These puppy mill dogs often have difficulty socializing with humans, but clearly get along with one another.
Scarf is likely to be renamed Eva (pronounced as the English E … vahhh) or Greta. Éva (pronounced as the English A… vahh) sits atop her ‘cousin’, comforting her as she adjust to her new home.
Meet Eva
Meet Eva, a new resident in our pet-filled apartment in Atlanta, and 2 year-old Dachshund mix we picked up from the Atlanta Humane Society. Eva doesn’t seem to quite fit in here; she doesn’t need to be caged to prevent escape, seems to respond to vocalizations (including stating her name), and doesn’t have cold, calculated eyes. I guess I can handle it… she’s far more cuddly than corn snakes or even painted turtles, and she doesn’t require another heat lamp.