Tom has been working on a landscaping project in the back yard. Guinness has a job, too: Border Patrol. There’s always hope of pestering a lizard.
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100 Happy Days: 37
Last Christmas David and Geri sent the dogs several toys. The dogs loved them–they loved them to pieces. And then they stopped loving them because they were just pieces. No more stuffing to remove, no more squeakers to squeak.
All that is except one dog. One dog still pounces on those toy pieces as if they’re the best thing ever. He prances around with them between his teeth, tosses them into the air, and catches them. He carries them in his mouth until they are saturated with dog slobber, lets them dry, and does it all over again. It’s Tim’s boy dog, Pollock, who still has enough puppy in him to appreciate all the things the other dogs shun. I call all his toy pieces “my precious” and scold Tim and Tom for throwing them away (as what sane person wouldn’t? But puppies aren’t meant to be sane. They’re meant to be cute. Pollock delivers.).
Today I was sweeping up the truckload of dust and dog hair that accumulates by the minute, and I had the nagging sense that I was overlooking something. As I swept everything into the dustpan, I could dimly make out two eyes staring at me.
Don’t worry, Pollock. Your precious went back in the toy box.
100 Happy Days: 24
When I have a migraine (today), pretty much the only thing that can make me happy is my bed in a cool, dark room.
100 Happy Days: 23
I don’t mind spiders as long as they’re outside. I like their webs. And it makes me happy to have a camera that can photograph cobwebs–even abandoned ones.
100 Happy Days: 20
I made it to Day 20 before I resorted to a food post! Here are the sides for our Tex-Mex tonight: cheese, sour cream, chiles, onions, black olives, tomatoes, and lettuce to go in beef and/or bean burritos, or to become part of nachos or taco salad along with chips and queso, and Mexican rice. Hungry?
You will note the absence of jalapeños. I can’t take the heat.
100 Happy Days: 19
The best part of waking up in summer isn’t coffee. It’s morning glories.
100 Happy Days: 16
Being able to make my own coffee frappés using the Ninja. My version of a Starbucks Frappuccino.
100 Happy Days: 10
The unexpected. Looked out my rain-spattered kitchen window to see if the sky was clearing and saw this guy looking back at me. Fortunately Tom was nearby to hand over the camera before Squirrel darted off.
100 Happy Days: 9
Some weeks… But at least the Monday to Friday part of it ends with friends and conversation and a meal together. Lindsey even did some crafting. I’m just sharing the recyclable evidence of what we see as our Friday indulgence.
100 Happy Days: 8
No matter what the planet puts them through, they always return to make it prettier.