tired girl
Sally is almost four months old now, which I figure is about seven years old in people time (4 x 12/7...I can only do this math after two cups of coffee!) She's starting to settle out of her wild puppy ways, learning the rules of the human pack and eager for approval and acceptance.
And, she likes to swim, which is good since it's going to be in the upper 80's here today (yuk). Looks like another afternoon at the pond.
But, there's gardening to be done! Yesterday I planted broccoli, cauliflower, Swiss chard, carrots, parsnips, daikon radishes, rutabagas, onions, and more lettuce and other greens. A lot done, but still a long way to go. And it doesn't help that I've got some kind of upper respiratory crud that leaves me coughing and short of breath.
Last night, after hamburgers and corn on the cob (and mashed potatoes per Starflower's request) we went to a bonfire at a friend's house. When we got there, it was just getting dark and the fire was blazing strong. So strong that it was just on the verge of spreading beyond the fire ring; this was no wimpy fire. But we got it under control, marshmallows were roasted, s'mores were consumed, as we plotted the constellations of the starry sky. A whippoorwill serenaded us from a distance. I played a couple tunes on the mandolin but I think I was no match for the bird.
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I wish you could come to Roundrock and sit around a campfire plucking tunes from your mandolin. That would be such a pleasant evening! (We're supposed to hit the 90s today. We broke a heat record yesterday.)
Sally's changes are amazing! She's beautiful and probably incredibly sweet when she's not chewing the furniture to shreds.
"In the first year of it's life, the Labrador Retriever is the most destructive force on earth"
Paraphrasing a very funny southern writer who wrote for the Atlanta Constitution, he passed away from cancer some time ago, but had a lab named Catfish who often was the point of his column. I can't think of his name dang it...wait!
Lewis Grizzard!
It just came to me. Cool.z
I have no idea where that last z came from in my comment.
Sounded like a perfect day to me! Sally is just gorgeous...and big!
I just realized that Sally is the same breed as the pup they got next door. Holy mackerel, that's going to be one big dog living across the fence! Awfully nice disposition, though.
Sounds like you had a lovely day and evening. 80's would be divine - we're over 100 here. Keep posting those photos of Sally - she's a charmer. Hope you get rid of the respiratory crud very soon; that's no fun.
pablo- my first world tour will include a stop at Roundrock, but not when it's in the nineties!
FC- She is a sweetheart. But between her and the cats, we'll be due for a new living room set about the time we move into the new house!
pj- it was a lovely day. And Sally's only about 2/3rds grown!!
madcapmum- The Hermit has said he's never met a bad yellow lab, and I agree they are nice family dogs.
By the way- I keep meaning to write back about quilt stuff, but I'm still thinking, and not much time for thinking these days! I'll be in touch soon, I promise. :)
Pam- it actually went up over 90 today, and, of all things, I was helping The Hermit build a portable sheep pen, in full sunlight. The cold pond water felt good after that! But I still had to take some cough medicine; I ain't over it.
wet dog on a warm day, aroma!
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