|riding the breeze|
Rick is starting to feel more at home. He has become inquisitive and slightly mischievous. He stole one of my decorative pine cones and demolished it in seconds. He chases butterflies and bees and barks at any sparrow that dares to fly across his air space. I’m glad he’s got a naughty streak.
They forecast storms and rain all day so we took him for an early walk through the woods; Diane the Dawg came with us. We got soaked and then it stopped raining when we got home and the sun came out. I had forgotten how time consuming it can be caring for a dog. Long walks, grooming sessions and cuddles. The pile of ironing grows higher. My rockery is neglected and bindweed is curling its way through the plants. My sempervivum has gone berserk and sprouted odd looking flowers. This is a kind of swan song because after flowering that particular rosette will wither and die.
|Rick checking out the watering can|