Another Sunday of sleep. The sofa devoured me and then spit me out late in the afternoon. The pups piled on top of me and we caught up on all the ZZZ’s lost during the full moon. The phone didn’t ring so there were no rude interruptions. All in all, a heavenly day off! I could whine how it was wasted but I felt rather refreshed so it must have been needed and I’m not going to beat myself up over a lost day working on the assumption there’s a lot more ahead.
In the evening, the pups got an hour of play on the front lawn. I threw and they chased the ball until their little tongues hung on the grass. The only pup that doesn’t play is Fiz. She’s good with one on one, but not group play, and usually sits on the edge of the lawn and watches the traffic going by, the odd person on a bicycle and any boats that come in or go out. We joke that she’s the intellect, too refined to play games or lick butt. She’s classy, except when there’s a man around, and then turns as sleazy as a two dollar hooker, drops and put her legs in the air and grunts while her admirer gives her a belly rub. She doesn’t display herself for women so there’s some kind of boy girl thing going on. We sometimes call her our "little lump" because she just sits around watching everything and is a little on the heavy side, so after I play with the other ball crazy three, Fiz and I power walk up and down the driveway until she’s taxed or I’m panting, whatever comes first.
The shop is in autumn mode, dyeing up oranges and putting together our popular fall bundles for leaves. Scarecrow Festival is coming! I’m working on a pumpkin piece and I’ll have it to show soon. I’ve been holding on to some old barn board frames so I‘m going to dust one off and use it for the finish piece. I won’t be hooking a background; I think it’ll be lovely. Stay tuned.
Then I have to get back to the Initially Yours letters as my F’n “F” has been lingering like a bad smell.
In the evening, the pups got an hour of play on the front lawn. I threw and they chased the ball until their little tongues hung on the grass. The only pup that doesn’t play is Fiz. She’s good with one on one, but not group play, and usually sits on the edge of the lawn and watches the traffic going by, the odd person on a bicycle and any boats that come in or go out. We joke that she’s the intellect, too refined to play games or lick butt. She’s classy, except when there’s a man around, and then turns as sleazy as a two dollar hooker, drops and put her legs in the air and grunts while her admirer gives her a belly rub. She doesn’t display herself for women so there’s some kind of boy girl thing going on. We sometimes call her our "little lump" because she just sits around watching everything and is a little on the heavy side, so after I play with the other ball crazy three, Fiz and I power walk up and down the driveway until she’s taxed or I’m panting, whatever comes first.
The shop is in autumn mode, dyeing up oranges and putting together our popular fall bundles for leaves. Scarecrow Festival is coming! I’m working on a pumpkin piece and I’ll have it to show soon. I’ve been holding on to some old barn board frames so I‘m going to dust one off and use it for the finish piece. I won’t be hooking a background; I think it’ll be lovely. Stay tuned.
Then I have to get back to the Initially Yours letters as my F’n “F” has been lingering like a bad smell.
An orangeliscious basket!
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