Green Acres

Eric and I (along with Gracie & Gus, of course) have been out at my folks' dairy since Monday. They left for Californina...without us. *sigh* So, instead of sulking and pouting around, I put my big-girl panties on and decided the decent thing to do would make sure nothing died.

I'm just that kinda gal.

We've been having a good time over here watering my mom's 1,027 flowers and tomatos, getting the dogs to stop eating unmentionables, fishing dead flies out of the pool...you know, the "good times".

Be jealous.

Nah, it's not really that bad. It's been so warm that we've been making good use of the pool and I have been watering the plants as late as 11:00 p.m. because it feels great out at that hour.

Their neighbors left the day after my folks did and now I'm watching their house too. The wife has a huge garden and it smells so fresh! She very generously told me I could have whatever I wanted while they were gone and I already have about 6 zucchini (sp?). Any takers? My only real concern about their place is their chocolate lab, Molly. She's lonely over there and is so excited to see me when I get there that she usually tries to sneak across busy 3700 and come with me. I hate it because it makes me paranoid; I cringe every time a car drives by just in case she decided to venture over right at that moment. I feel bad but I just can't let her come with me. She will begin to think crossing the road is OK and it's not.

Anyway, I've been giving the pugs swimming lessons in the pool. Ok, not really. They already know how. Though, Gus is a better sinker than swimmer. His chubby butt heads downward before he can make much headway. But that stinker loves to be wet! He gets all spastic and giddy as soon as he gets out. It is hilarious! And Gracie is an incredible swimmer. She streamlines right through the water. Then she'll swim up to me and I'll hold her in the water and she falls asleep! It's one of her favorite places! The cool water on her belly, the sun on her face, and me (a.k.a. her servant) is holding her.

See? Dogs don't ask for much. They just want you to stop what you're doing and focus entirely on them. Hmmm, come to think of it, that sounds a bit like my husband...