If the war department knew about the two covert weapons I have here in my possession over which I have absolutely no control, they'd put me in the clink for sure. I mean, it should be illegal to have animals that destroy for no reason whatsoever. I love Bella and George, but when I spend all Memorial Day planting and mulching and pulling weeds only to find dug up mulch, pulled-up plants and destroyed planters, my eyes turn red and steam comes out of my ears a la Saturday morning cartoons.
|Just follow the trail of miracle-gro potting mix and you'll find half of the other window basket, a dilapidated basil plant along with various and sundry now-dead annuals I thought would look pretty with the herbs.|
|No more 'maters from these scraggly looking things.|
So, I re-mulched, re-purchased, re-potted and generally gave myself good reason to hydrate like it was my job. Then...I put out the portable Invisible Fence thingamajigy, and now...peace reigns. Here's hoping I won't wake up to more mornings where my optimism and faith in the greater good are disappointed.
This past week at work, (thankfully) there weren't many disastrous highlights that I can remember. I felt only slightly maternal while I stayed up until 2 am (and read The Secret Garden - how had I never read that sweet book?!?!) with this little mother as I hopped her up on oxytocin and helped each little beagle munchkin be born (mainly so I could avoid having to do a c-section...yes ladies, if I were your ob/gyn, you would curse me behind my back while I made you labor for hours and hours). It was very fulfilling to watch them all nurse with glee the next morning:
|6 boys and 1 girl. Imagine that.|
|Yes, I was driving. Yes, I realize it was not safe to take that picture. Oh well, what's done is done.|