Weekend Update

Simon feels better enough to come along, but we were prepared to carry him should that knee act up. The guilt of leaving him hits us much like a semi-truck at 60 miles per hour. He is the one who looks like a stray rabbit.

Kylee lives to collect random shit. I know I've mentioned this, but when does it get old? Especially when she has more than once brought me money. You can see from the photo below that her coat is fast turning into a swim dog. It has a zig-zag thickness to it. Her sweet face has not changed, and she is all about being the best girl she can. Which needs inprovement.

I mentioned on the main blog that 12 feet of fencing went down in a wind storm. We have beat that thing to death, and it finally coughed and died. The posts went to rot. I came home. No dogs. Panic set in. "Dogs!" I yelled. They were next door, dancing the salsa and saying Look Mom! Expansion!"

Father and daughter at play. It looks it, but no Simon is not on crotch patrol.


-DM