The ladies have been fed, given their monthly frontline and heartworm (I held off for a week on Lily until Rosie got the green light), and run into the ground at the park, the master has been given his tuna and gently furminated, the plants have been watered, and the garden is being watered as we speak. All living things I am responsible for are taken care of, for now, at least, and I am having a glass of wine.
Talk amongst yourself.
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Some action shots:
Those two have such different personalities. Lily is this delicate flower, an absolute angel, and every time she looks at you convinces you that you are the most wonderful person in the world and the only thing she wants to do is be on your lap. Rosie reminds me of a spastic kid on a sugar high, and every time she looks at you she reminds you that you should be doing something fun! And exciting! And involving Rosie! Like throwing a ball! Or treats! Or a walk! I’m flexible! The park is cool! Scratch me! And treats! Is there a ball around here? I hear there are rabbits and cats outside! And places to pee! You really don’t just want to sit there, do you?
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Y’all are weird. I have no idea why there were so many demands for pictures of basil, but here are the herbs on the back porch by the kitchen- tons of basil, thyme, rosemary, chives, lavender, and some other things I am sure I am forgetting. The blank spaces are from the cilantro, which went tits up a couple weeks ago:
And I still have not redone the damned rail.