Day 312 Guard dogs, hah.

Yesterday was a cooking day--I should say, death by cooking day.  I started at 5-ish and ended up at 7-ish, but didn't finish the dishes until unholy hours.

I made this minor masterpiece:








Enchiladas verdes, beef fajitas, Spanish rice, queso, guacamole and fresh fruit salad.








Never count on a dog for protection.  Or even a pack of dogs.  Today we had to go for our walk after dusk, when the road was barely visible under our feet.  And I saw a snake.

None of the dogs saw it or smelled it.  To say in their defense, it wasn't moving.  It was waiting at the side of the road, head up and testing the air.  I think it was a garter snake--two bright stripes on either side of a lighter green stripe.  But still!  If it had been a rabbit, they all three would have warned me about it!

Day 310 - good dog; bad girl

Izzy's eating supper!  Hurray!  The day's not a total crapper.

I had every intention of resuming my home improvement project this morning, but after sleeping late and attending to the various necessities that demanded my time, and cooking a pie for my husband's anniversary--

It was time to head to the movies and shopping.  Then my daughter got mad because I wouldn't buy a $55 out-of-print manga and I had a minor meltdown because she kept saying I was yelling in the store (I wasn't)...we drove home in silence and she stormed into her room and will never speak to me again.

Day 309 sunset and sad reflections

The sun went down as I walked the dogs today.  I was reminded of the Linkin Park song.

And the shadow of the day
Will embrace the world in grey
And the sun will set for you

Not anytime soon, I hope.  I have dogs to take care of.  And my fridge holds the ingredients for enchiladas verdes and a fresh fruit salad.

Did I mention a cool front coming through tonight?  Today it was 103--tomorrow it's supposed to be--wait for it--only 87.

Day 308 hotdog

Just a boring dog day today.  Expected high tomorrow is 106.  Then we have a cool front--ha.  Since when was a high of 87 considered a cool front?

My little girl.  Hairless and happy.

Day 307 - vacuum cleaner dog

On our walk today, I saw Izzy do just about the strangest thing I've ever seen a dog do.  Even if I include the time that Werewolf nabbed a possum on the side of the road and wouldn't let go of it.  She picked up a discarded Dr. Pepper can in the street and carried it along in her mouth.

I knew she liked to play with things--the branches and frisbees and old balls in the back yard move around on a regular basis.  But a Dr. Pepper can?  Was it because it smelled sweet?

I guess the weirdest thing I've ever seen was when my black cat was still a kitten--he got out in the back yard and Werewolf picked him up in his mouth and brought him toward the house.  Gently as a mommy cat.  Good dog!

Day 306 - too hot for much of anything

Staking out the hummingbird feeder.









Izzy dog got to help me put out water for the trees, birds and critters today.  My water bucket in the front yard was nearly empty--I hope that doesn't mean stray cows have been wandering through the yard again.




Highs of 100+ the rest of the week, or so they say.  Poor dogs.

Day 304 - dogs survived my 36-hour trip

I got back alive, I think.  Due to parking issues at the festival I didn't try to come back at suppertime.  I did end up coming back but it was during the day--I had to fetch Cinderella's ball gown.






Blast it all--the only halfway decent picture I got and she doesn't have her pink boa.




The dogs survived but they were out of water when I returned.  I know they had water yesterday, so it was just a temporary outage.  Thank Dog.