So I’m sick. Bleargh. Probably just a cold, but I feel awwwful.
I am making do* with Earl Grey tea, hot, and lashings of L’Arte di Gucci. Because sometimes it’s GO BIG OR GO HOME, right?
(I am conveniently ignoring the fact that I am at home. Shhhhhh.)
The Hayley-dog has had a fabulous morning already: she had breakfast (Yay! her favorite thing!), she went outside with Taz to bottlefeed Rachel the orphan calf, she went with The CEO to take the trashcans to the roadside because it’s Trash Day (riding with her front paws on the railing and her ears flopping in the 16mph wind), she had her ears rubbed, and now she is napping on the front porch. It just doesn’t get any better than this in Dogland, does it?
Here’s a shot of Gaze with his coach and some of his cross-country teammates. Boy, he’s getting tall…
Taz needs a new bike. He went for a ride with his visiting aunt J this weekend, and it’s become obvious he’s outgrown it.
* Why, oh WHY, do people persist in writing this phrase as “making due”?? This annoys me almost as much as unnecessary possessive apostrophes do.