Day 332 - dogs no heart vacuum cleaner

Me at Oktoberfest in McKinney.  One of the best pictures of me I've ever seen.  The white tee shirt covers up the rear and The Gut is on the backside.  Note that I wasn't supposed to be in the picture at all--the subject was the monster truck with skull accents.

So we did Oktoberfest in the rain and didn't even take a German Shepherd dog although a year from now, I'm hoping that will be possible.  If they allow it.  I think Daschunds are more their style.

I'm working industriously on my dining room and got half of the carpet cleaned today.  It's too bad that the manufacturers of carpet steamers for home use don't seem to understand the degree of dingy that a home carpet can accumulate.  Especially with dogs.

[9/29 jogging: top of hill + one telephone pole]
[9/30 jogging: top of hill]

Day 329 - jogging not

Good grief!  I tried to jog with Izzy today.  She was okay for maybe the first quarter of the trip, then for the rest I was having to jog baby steps and encourage her along.
   
Here's a Texas-sized scorpion.

And here it is in perspective.   The orange thing is a flyswatter.

[9/27 jogging: the turn barely]

Day 328 - struggling with routine

There's nothing to say that hasn't been said before.  Darn!  I really need to get a life.  We may get a break from the heat this weekend, which sucks because then I have to work outside.

Contemplate the rosemary.  I planted it this spring and I kind of expected it to do something.  Grow, or die.  But it lingers on like Nazgul...neither living nor dead.





I'm going to get some dog treats and exercise Izzy's curiousity.

Day 327 - waggy dog

Finally!  With a generous topping of KFC brown gravy--probably the least healthy thing I could have used--she's eating her supper.  In the dining room.  With me sitting at the computer.

Nowadays she gets really excited out our walks.  Excited to see me, too, but especially bouncy when I finally go into the utility room and say it's time.  Wish I'd started the habit of saying Walk as in, Let's go for a walk, like I used to with Frosha.  It's so much fun to say, "Let's go for a walk," and see tails go mega-wag.

Looking up.                                                         Looking at me!

[9/25 jogging: the turn]

Day 325 - by the way, dog's doing great

My Uncle died today which makes the count of remaining relatives on my mother's side equal to one.  Of course there are some third and fourth cousins (whatever that means) but I never really knew any of them.  I wonder whatever happened to Barbara and Pat, my Aunt Anna Lee's daughters?

There's nothing interesting to post--the weather turned hotter than heck and dry as dust.  I watered a couple of trees today; that was it.  I saw my third tarantula of the year this week, which is only the fifth of my life if you don't count the captive one.  But I didn't take a picture--he was squished.

So here's a picture from a couple of years ago.  Dog in house...under house...uh...

Day 322 - cats take over the blog

Cats just got to sit on things.

Day 321 - dogs just missed it

I forgot to post the picture of Spinach Feta Quiche so here it is.

Yes, I admit I was lacking artistic flair when I arranged the tomatoes, and my pie crust edging talent is never going to emerge.  But to me, it still looks tasty.

Wish it tasted good.

The dogs would like it, but...while it's not good enough to drool over, it's not quite bad enough to dump on them.