Today, growlmy found me in the yard hunting!
Nose to the ground...then munch-munch-lick the chops and repeat.
This started after I ran lickety split through my doggy door to bark at the neighbors cat. (A handsome tuxedo kitty, growlmy says.)
Well, something else caught my eye, actually my sniffer. Yummy stuff! By the time growlmy had caught on to this I had cleaned up a whole lot of cookie crumbs…and there was blue icing and easter egg sprinkles on it, Mmmm!
Now how on earth did all those yummy crumbs get on my side of the fence??
The older kids over there know that I am not supposed to have that kind of thing, and they wouldn’t want to share yummy cookies with me anyways.
The youngest rascal over there is about 4 years old. Likely he was the guilty pawrty, BOL!
Goodness only knows why he would want to part with a cookie. And no the icing was a light blue, so still no clue as to how my schnooter turned blue a while ago, Tee-hee!
Monday I was enjoying helping growlmy do her yard work. OMD What a load of limbs and branches came down over the course of our harsh winter.
That stick/wood pile is humongous!
I cannot even try to climb it, its so full of sticks all in a tangle and evfurry-which-way! Only those pesky rude red squirrel dudes are able to maneuver their way through it to the top…where they sit, munching left over 2013 walnuts and taunting me. Grrr!
Well, growlmy was trying to be a lumberjack, and was removing a dead honeysuckle shrub. She must have disturbed a lot of underground varmints…cause suddenly she saw me in pointer mode. And then I pounced…pointed and relocated the sounds and pounced again…YES! I got it!
A vole. It kept trying to escape, and even tried to dig itself underground again. No Way! I wasn’t going to let it go, I worried it and grabbed it by the neck…and it was a goner. But then growlmy spoiled all my fun…and wasn’t going to let me even try to sample that prize…she gave it a vole funeral, whatever that means, BOL!
And then it tarted to drizzle…sigh…even the weather spoils my fun...
Our yard is already showing lots of those typical trails from the work of all the underground moles, voles, and gophers. UGH, say the pawrents, fun say I!
Growlmy says her work is cut out fur her…so many weeds are already coming up! Sheesh, they are so dang frost hardy and a constant cause of hard labor. And the real gardening work of the season hasn’t even gotten underway!
Today was a great day, about 60 degrees! And sunny all day long!
But…growly couldn’t do anything in the yard…she had to go and find out why one of her tires was looking so tired. OMD! There was a big screw stuck in it. So, well, now her van will need to be retired, but at least it won’t have to go to the pasture, BOL!