Low Lows. High Highs.

Dragging your dog to the vet can be a traumatic experience! (Okay in Winnie's case it was less traumatic than it looks - I caught her here in a yawn.) But make no mistake, she does NOT like it. Never had a bad experience at the vet either, I think she just hates the smell of the place.

Anyway, she usually rides in the back. But after putting her through the poking and prodding at the vet I thought she'd enjoy riding shotgun.

We can never know for certain what a dog is thinking, of course. But I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say I'm forgiven.

Just Because.

Would you mind just mowing around me?

Being wrong isn't so bad sometimes

Yesterday evening I was out at a friend's house and I got the following text from Sandy, who was at home:

Winnie's a good dog

Now sometimes communicating with a text is difficult, you have to develop your own personal shorthand. I know Sandy really well, so I know that message can mean a lot of things. It can mean "Winnie's a good dog. I just bought a $3,800 saddle." or "'Winnie's a good dog,' is something I might say if she hadn't eaten Gromit poop and then vomited it onto the couch."

The one thing I was sure of, is that "Winnie's a good dog" most certainly does not mean, "Winnie's a good dog."

But as it turns out, that's exactly what it meant! I'll have to figure out how to save that text forever, I get the feeling there will be a point in the future where Sandy might need a reminder.

Spring is Here!

Sure, spring means it's time to start mowing again, and keep mowing until August or September. It means raking all the gravel you plowed with the snow off the grass and back onto the driveway. And yeah it means time to get off your ass and exercise a little. But what good is any of that if you can't pause at the end of the day and soak in a little sun on the deck?