There's nowhere I love more than home. The building itself… the yard… the neighborhood. I truly love it here. There are few things as satisfying as an evening in our back yard and a walk with the dogs.
We start off with a beer. It's still a bit too hot for a walk.
We throw something on the grill and tease the dogs with the tongs…
We light some citronella tea lights to help keep the bugs away…
And then, as the sun is setting, we walk…
We encounter a Very Angry Kitty. We see Very Angry Kitty every night, and she always has the same bristled, hissing reaction to us…
Very Angry Kitty lives next door to the house with the blue flowers. I love these flowers…
And eventually, we make our way back home to our own flowers. The dogs settle in with a chewie, and we settle in with each other.
And that is why home will always be my favorite place.
If you say those three words to my sweet little Twix, her big floppy ears perk up (as much as they can, anyway) and her tail goes straight while her little hound nose guides her to the prize.
"Twixie–where's the kitty?"
I love rain. I always have. Maybe it's a result of living in a city that hardly sees any rain, but gosh–I can never get enough of it.
We've had a few summer storms, lately. The clouds roll in, dump enough water to saturate suburban grass and bring traffic to a screeching hault on the freeways.
The only place I want to be when it rains is standing out in it breathing that wonderful smell. I wish they could bottle it.
Labor day was hard.
It didn’t start out that way, though. It started out as a beautiful summer
day. We did some cooking & cleaning,
tidied up the back yard a bit, and invited a close friend/neighbor over to
grill with us.
Around 5 pm, I made us a couple of cocktails and
planted myself on the patio ready to enjoy a lovely evening outside.
And it was lovely—for a while.
We ate ribs and potato salad and corn on the cob.
We drank rum & cokes.
We tried some fantastic cupcakes.
Then, as we were sitting there enjoying the twilight, Eddie
snapped at Rolo. A fight ensued. Blood was drawn by both dogs, and it was
Tuesday morning, we tearfully brought Eddie back to the
kennel. The rescue is a no-kill rescue,
so he is safe, but still…
Eddie bear, you will always have a little piece of my heart.
I hope you can find someone who can give you everything we couldn’t. You deserve it, little man.