Finally got a decent photo of our black pug. He's a beut! He has to think about things alot before dealing with them. He has to sniff and sniff and sniff on a spot and think about what it all means. While the boston terrier would just take a quick sniff and head out looking for things to eat or things to chase. The collar he wears has lots of spikes on it ... just to keep Sheba from chewing on it or using it to pull him around.
-- the substitute bus-driver and retired psychobabbler ...
It's morning ... no real light coming through the curtains ...
When we hear the sound of one ball bouncing.
bounce ... bounce ... bounce ...
scratch .. scratch ... scurry ... scurry ...
These two are dropping the little blue ball off the couch and then chasing it across the living room ... I think it was the one with the white hands that started it ... She's an instigator.
What that means is time to get up!
Noooooo ...
Gotta walk the dogs.
Pleeeeeaaase ... just a little more sleep.
Gotta be done now ... so they "go" outside.
After taking the grandsons out in the pasture for some target practice ... we used full unopened sodas as targets (they are most satisfying to hit) ... had lunch ... walked the dogs and did bicycle rides. Then it was time for me to go out and visit some people. I saw this lovely sight and stopped to take a few fotos. Scared a large turtle that was climbing up the bank to cross the road (he beat a hasty retreat). Later I took my wife out for our Friday date-night (ribeye steak at Georgia B's).