|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|
Hi Sue. Thank you for visiting my blog and for your comment. It's is much appreciated. Hope you enjoyed your storms and the glass of red met the requirements.ReplyDelete
The storm went on for quite a while, we had to top the wine glasses up!Delete
All the work involved with dogs is why I like other people's dogs. We haven't had one in years, it's independent cats for us.ReplyDelete
It's been over a decade since we last owned a dog. It's the right time for us now.Delete
When a woman's sempervivum goes berserk it's time to party!ReplyDelete
Oh yes! It doesn't happen very often.Delete
It's quite a game trying to dodge the rain, when you take the dog out.ReplyDelete
It's certainly a game this week.Delete
How quickly the little chap has become a part of the family.ReplyDelete
He already knows our routine.Delete