Not a particularly interesting week for Sheba or Nina. Nina never has interesting weeks, as far as I can tell (though it's not like she has especially boring ones, either: I imagine Nina's inner emotional life is very, you know, zen), and the most notable event to happen to Sheba involved her slipping backwards out of her harness while I was taking pictures of weeds along the side of the street, which got exciting mainly because a van happened to be coming down the street at the same time.
She didn't actually go anywhere, and the driver stopped anyway so she wouldn't have been hit even if she had, but I didn't know, while it was all happening, that she wasn't going to get hurt. Also, in the process of trying to get her under control, the camera slipped out of my hand, also into the path of the oncoming van, and for a few seconds there I was just positive that either Sheba would be killed, the camera would be ruined, or both. In the end, though, Sheba was fine, the camera wasn't run over or even detectably scratched by the fall, and the plant turned out not to have been a weed at all, but instead some NOID garden escapee. Oh well. It's pretty regardless:
(UPDATE: Thank-you to Don, for identifying the plant as Campanula glomerata, in the comments.)
But you're here for the Sheba picture, right? Okay. This is probably the best Sheba picture to date, because she's actually in focus, not blurry with motion, and looking more or less at the camera.
It was taken maybe six weeks ago, give or take, when she and I were sitting in the back of the car after she'd gotten a bath. (It was a coldish day, and I was hoping the heat of the back of the car would dry her off faster. Didn't really work, but it was still fun -- for me, anyway.)