I’m hoping Tim will be able to get online on Wednesday, so these photos are for him.
I don’t have time to post all the horror stories, but one of them ended in having to create a path down an unused part of The Compound. Because when there are a million other things to do on a rainy, muggy day, that’s what Tom needs to spend his time on. (This is U-Haul’s fault.) Tim, here’s what the path looks like:
The roofing guys pretty well took out the aloe and cactus plants that were outside the dining room. However, these two guys are okay:
As is my handsome man in the moon:
Rex is not sure he likes the new path at first.
Now all three dogs are loving it. Considering what U-Haul, Countrywide, and now a broken dryer–just when I have tons of curtains, pillows, and quilts to wash–have put me through, it’s a relief to stop and smell the rose blooming for Tim outside his kitchen window (seems kind of crazy since you’re buried in snow up there, right?):
Tom, the dogs, and I are staying in the TimLair while the floors are in progress. Margot found River’s duck:
And attacked it.
Later, Margot crashed in Rex’s crate, because everyone knows it’s the best at The Compound:
I felt sorry for Rex when I saw how he’d curled himself into a smaller Margot/Guinness crate:
Except now I realize he uses it even when he doesn’t have to. Apparently the fleece is always softer in the other dog’s crate.
Guinness is all, The hell with that, I’m taking Tim’s bed:
Rex really, really is missing his dad:
Come home soon!
Guiness is one right thinking dog. Love the lizards … and all of you!
Could you and Dash come and take care of Rex, Margot, and Guinness today? I need to do a million things. Yesterday when I put them in their crates and went over to the house, I could hear someone wailing like a freaking blues singer. I couldn’t tell if it was Guinness or Rex. Margot, I’m sure, was busy plotting how to take over the world from Greg.
with Greg in Florida… his grip is now precarious, if there were ever a time for Texas Three to strike, it would be now.
Good thinking. I’ll tell Margot.
Rainbow cameleons? You really are gay friendly. That pic of you and Rex rocks!
Thanks. He’s pretty sweet.
Oh no. Rex really does look sad….
He’ll be better today, I think.
how cute are you & rex?!
Poor ol’ Rex. Since yesterday was his needy day, today will be the day when he finally starts to cope with Tim’s absence. By the time Tim gets back, Rex will be all, “Were you gone? They gave me a pickle. Can we go somewhere in the car?!?”
Actually, I’m probably taking Rexford with me to the airport when I pick up Tim. Which means Rex’s actual thought process will be, “Oh, it’s you. Get in the car quick so we can get moving again!”
It’s all a front. That night, he’ll be glued to Tim’s side.
You look really good in that last photo. Rex looks like he might need a pickle.
LOL, he’d just eaten a pickle like an hour before that! I think visions of more could have been dancing in his head.
(And thanks for the compliment.)
Insert obscene “Becky needs a pickle too” joke here.
Anonymous has to be Marika…
I was just coming back to sign my name … but really who else would take the pickle to the next level
I knew it!
Well if those don’t make Tim rush home, I don’t know what will . . . Thanis for sharing.
Your dogs seem to like having their pictures taken . . . 🙂