Friday, August 3, 2012
the first friday in august
These are a few pictures from the little pool this week.
Hmmm. She looks like a listener here.
Here's John and Dannell's dog. We're watching her for the weekend. She's so territorial about her kennel and kept growling at p.j., so I threw it out into the juniper bushes in the front.
Then she growled about her jar of dog food. That also went in the bush for the time being.
"My dog eats three things."
"Yes." His eyes were wide and three three fingers in my face for emphasis. "She eats dog food, bugs, and grass."
Why I find this so hilarious, I don't even know. This bug-eating, grass-eating dog is tucked here under my chair now, against my bare feet, seeking reassurance from the thunderstorms threatening outside.
It's all good, Little Sophie. Fear not. Your own best guy knows your diet preferences.
Tonight I went up to the corner for a hair cut and color. She talked fast and cut fast, and I was watching my hair disappear as I listened, but hair grows, right?
It looks fine, actually. When it come to my hair, fine is as good as it gets.