Gabby attack!

Today was a day to work on trying to kill the bushes in front of my house. The decision has been made: I want them gone. Pulled out of the ground. They’re an unruly tangled mess and I don’t even like those kind of bushes anyway. But first you have to be able to get to them at the ground level, so that was my task today: trimming away as much of the actual greenery as possible so we can get to the trunks and dig ’em up.

Gabby wasn’t helping me much. She was doing this instead.

I wouldn’t have thought this would slow me down as much as she did, but she’s a compact, dense little mutt. She’s going to be a big dog someday, and she’s already heavy, like someone wrapped a cute puppy around a cinder block. It’s sort of like advance warning that the big dog she’s going to become is just compressed in there, waiting to unfold: BIGDOG.ZIP.

I stopped for a moment to look at a storm cloud that went to the north and east of us. Take a look between the trees on the left and see if you can spot the rainbow. Little E was all excited about the rainbow. And about the puppy trying to eat his feet.