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They may act dumb but these dogs can spell
After dinner tonight I asked Dear Hubby, “Do you want some I c e c r e a m?”
“Ice cream?” Gavin ran to sit in front of the counter. “Hey sis, she said ice cream!”
“For real?” Patty woke up from her nap on the couch and joined him at my feet. “Oh, boy!”
“No one’s getting anything if you two don’t move and let me dish it up.” I pushed the two sixty pound door stops out of my way. They started to boogie and bark.
I dished up our ice cream and put a small scoop in each of the dog’s dishes. Then I waded through what seemed like a dozen dogs. Two excited Bull Terriers can magically multiply their number.
Gavin and Patty danced around the kitchen. “We’re getting ice cream, we’re getting ice cream!”
I took DH his bowl dodging the two fur balls of energy on my way.
“Us! Us! Give it to us!”
“Wait your turn.”
Two noses poked DH’s bare legs.
“Yow! Give them theirs so they get these cold noses away from my legs.”
I went back to the kitchen and rattled their dishes. Two rockets hit warp speed. Patty sat in front of her dish holder her tail wagged furiously.
Gavin stood in front of his, looked at me, and barked. “Now?”
I gave them their treats, picked up my bowl, and went to sit in my chair. I hadn’t taken two bites when one cold nose hit my elbow and another one nudged my foot.
“You had yours. This is MINE.”
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Weeds, rain, Koi, and worms
Whew. It’s a good thing we had another sunny day. When I said that all that rain made the plants happy, I should’ve said the weeds were the happiest. I spent all afternoon and most of the evening (while there was still enough light) pulling weeds. I’ve only managed to clear the garden against the back fence and the backside of the pond garden.
Unfortunately, the weather report predicts rain for tomorrow and Tuesday so all my work might’ve been for nothing. Two more rainy days and those weeds will be shooting up like sky rockets. I hate to think about the growth spurts the weeds I didn’t pull will go through.
While I pulled weeds, I found a bunch of worms and as I found them, I tossed them into the pond. My Koi were going crazy—they sure do love worms. If I take the time, they’ll take them right out of my hands. Tiki and Yang are real pigs about worms and will fight for the chance to get first grab.
Frog songs and gardening
It was such a lovely night tonight that instead of watching TV Dear Hubby and I sat out by the pond listening to our bullfrogs sing. No, they didn’t sing The Michigan Rag. Gosh darn it, we could’ve made a fortune if they had—no, wait they’d only sing for us and everyone else would think we were crazy. Think? Heck, I know we are.
I spent most of the day pulling weeds, dead heading flowers, cleaning algae off the waterfall and rocks, backwashing the filters, and cutting back overgrown plants. DH spent the morning with his mother and then rode the mower around our yard. I think I got the better part of that deal.
We have a ground cover growing near the waterfall. I spent several hours thinning it out. I have no idea what its name is. What I do know, is that it hides the wild strawberries and those, ever so devious, hummingbird vines until they are well established and difficult to remove. I thought I liked hummingbird vine, well I did actually, until I planted it in my yard. Now it is a curse. It’s invasive as hell, as difficult to control as a fresh from the wilds mustang, and a real pain in the aster to pull out.
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