Dr. Filomena

Sunset

Today’s bonus post is courtesy of two guests.

Photos by: Froglet
Choice of Music by: Adriaan

Enjoy.

Safe Harbour

Xavi’s first shot

Some of you will know exactly what I mean when I say I love Nikki (one of) my object(s) of desire. Recently, she got a baby brother. It’s ever so nice to see the family grow. I’m happy to say that Nikki and Xavi go together well and there has been no jealousy as of yet.

Xavi’s arrival was a big surprise and although he was truly a desired baby and on my mind for over a year now (ok, so Nikki’s got him beat there by say 15 years), he was a gift from… 🙂 I never figured wishlists worked. I set up one on this blog and entered the sleek compact Canon Ixus 800 IS.

And Lo and Behold, there came the camera all the way from England, carried by a special friend. Adriaan, thank you so very much! It was your birthday, you know! 🙂

Having come from the UK, Xavi took a while getting adjusted to the way our cameras drink their juice, but as soon as he was fed properly (thanks to the man who also named him), he started doing his thing. Above is his very first photo… my dear colleague and friend without whose help at the office I couldn’t do half the things I do, and I couldn’t do them half as well.

With gratitude to Adriaan, I am now thinking I should never have stopped writing up wishlists for Santa. And I wonder if someday Xavi will have to deal with being the middle child 😉 We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, eh?

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. What may look like an ugly fly trying to end its miserable life in a glass of Shiraz to one person, may be a fascinating creature to another.

Similarly, sometimes the ugliest little worm may blossom into a conventional beauty. Case in point being this tiny thing photographed just a few hundred metres from the red-eyed fly. Apply a touch of make-up, a blue gown, add some butter and here’s what you get:

(Red Wine is Hard to Resist)

I found this poor thing drowing in a glass of excellent red wine and decided to help it out.

Guess where it went as soon as it licked its wings dry:

Oooh red red wine…

The past two weeks have been a wild ride for dr. filomena, hence the absence of postings. My life is never boring, but recently it may have reached certain records. Running 12 km around Lake Bohinj (yep!), very busy at work closing a couple of difficult real estate deals, translating a set of contracts and a catalogue of cosmetic products, going to opera and concerts, trying to fit in some quality relaxation time and now for the cherry on the top, the project of expanding the kitchen onto the balcony has just begun. Enjoy some ‘real time’ footage 🙂 taken for a before&after.

divider wall out

new windows in

radiator waiting for the next step of remodelling

(photo source)

I’m becoming a fan. 170 cocktails on the menu and so little time. Apart from the drinks and the ingenious decor that I still have to take pictures of someday, there’s always someting going on… as I’m sure this cool waitress (hairdo by Mič) will confirm:

For an unknown reason, Ljubljana has either ran out of mint sprigs or bartenders willing to bother with fixing mojitos. Still plenty to choose from, though. A B52, for example:

I’m sure Jasna enjoyed her evening with the girls who’d just given her the birthday present. What good is a nice drink without equally good company 😉 This photo may serve to illustrate Michael’s pt. 2 on the 5 Best/Worst Things About Living in Slovenia.
EDIT: As was correctly noted in the comments, I was thinking of point 4.

These two guys from Solnograd in Austria love Ljubljana. Who could blame them.

At “Pr’Skelet”, they do also offer blow jobs. This is one of the ways you can consume them:

Cheers!

Oh what a tangled web we weave,
When first we practice to deceive.
(Sir Walter Scott)

A couple of weeks ago, while waiting for Mattie and Dilys, I took a photo of Peter Božič at Prešeren square in the centre of Ljubljana. At the time, Pengovsky mentioned the special relationship between Božič and Miha Jazbinšek. As it turns out, the mountain came to me and I didn’t have to set up a spy camp in downtown Ljubljana as popular as that may have been up until recently.

I was about to order my cocktail at klub300, enjoying the company of Adriaan and our lawyer friend when we noticed Jazbi (Slovene 101: jazbec = badger) sipping his beer and very involved in a debate with his company. Seeing as I haven’t invested into a telephoto lens yet (and actually nikki was left home), I walked up to them with Adriaan’s compact and asked for permission to take a picture at not much of a surprise to the camera’s owner, the lawyer however announced she would deny any association with me. But hey, this badger is a ‘stari maček’ (Slovene 101: stari maček = old cat = old hand) and had no problem having his threemillionfivehundredthirtytwothousandtwentysecond picture taken. So here you go. I still have to do the face-off pic. Soon…

Thanks for the lovely evening, you guys and thanks for being cool about the pic, Jazbi. Oh and the sex on the beach was great, as well.

Like most kids I always loved four-legged furry animals, especially dogs (with apologies to my purring flatmates). My wish came true in an unexpected way as it seemed it wasn’t me who got the dog but the other way around.

I found Chica on one of my rides into the woods on horseback. She’d been dumped along with her sister as a two-month old puppy. The little daredevil picked up the sister, jumped into my arms and took me safely back home, never looking back. She immediately fell in love with my cats and later on played auntie to the Persian kittens.

Since Chica learned really fast, we took up agility and went on to win the national Royal Canin Cup and place second in the Slovenian Championships in our first season. We then graduated to higher categories and kept doing well, alas we could not go to the World Championship because she did not have a pedigree (way uncool, FCI!)

I lost Chica much too soon due to a genetic problem. She came in second in a very competitive trial just a few weeks before, when she must have been in terrible pain already. She acted strange which I thought was due to the heat, but when she started the course, she was flying as usual and gave it all she had. Literally. What a special creature.

Here are some ‘sounds of Chica’:
Chica barks
Chica at tug-o-war
bored Chica

This was her song.

In agility, the dog and the handler work hand in paw. The dog clears jumps, braves tunnels, crosses dog-walks, jumps on tables and stays, sits or lays down for five seconds, etc. To be successful, which means accurate and fast, the dog must have the necessary drive and trust the handler. There is no force involved – just two partners having fun. I warmly recommend this sport to everyone with canine pals. The people involved with agility are a great bunch and you’ll get some exercise and fresh air while enjoying good company.