Last days of summer

Sitting out on the deck, writing, enjoying the sun. I ran an extension cord from the outdoor outlet so that I can type all day without draining the laptop battery. Breeze is a little cool, but it's still a great day--70s, partly cloudy. I don't have anywhere to go, and serious yard work will have to wait until the book is done. King and Gaby are playing, barking, dozing, or combing the yard for squirrels. Gaby even staked out under the oak tree that the squirrels usually head for when they flee. A true hunter--let the prey come to you.

Unfortunately, she's come up empty so far.

The day has not been completely without incident. King ate grass this morning and later chucked it up, along with some pieces of both The Tongue and an ex-bouncy ball. Remains of both toys are now in the trash. King had his stomach meds, and ate lunch with gusto. Just now, I had to chase him and Gaby away from a spot of bare dirt that they were both snacking on. Whatever peed/pooped/rolled there, I hope it stays away and doesn't come back.

King's dozing in his dogloo now. Gaby is Out There Somewhere, either dozing or in search of prey.

Saw a hummingbird earlier. It darted around one of the gerania, then sped off to feed fromt he Rose of Sharon, which it did for several minutes. I think that's the equivalent of a three-martini lunch in hummer time.

Back to it. Boy, it's nice out here.

Last days of summer

Sitting out on the deck, writing, enjoying the sun. I ran an extension cord from the outdoor outlet so that I can type all day without draining the laptop battery. Breeze is a little cool, but it's still a great day--70s, partly cloudy. I don't have anywhere to go, and serious yard work will have to wait until the book is done. King and Gaby are playing, barking, dozing, or combing the yard for squirrels. Gaby even staked out under the oak tree that the squirrels usually head for when they flee. A true hunter--let the prey come to you.

Unfortunately, she's come up empty so far.

The day has not been completely without incident. King ate grass this morning and later chucked it up, along with some pieces of both The Tongue and an ex-bouncy ball. Remains of both toys are now in the trash. King had his stomach meds, and ate lunch with gusto. Just now, I had to chase him and Gaby away from a spot of bare dirt that they were both snacking on. Whatever peed/pooped/rolled there, I hope it stays away and doesn't come back.

King's dozing in his dogloo now. Gaby is Out There Somewhere, either dozing or in search of prey.

Saw a hummingbird earlier. It darted around one of the gerania, then sped off to feed fromt he Rose of Sharon, which it did for several minutes. I think that's the equivalent of a three-martini lunch in hummer time.

Back to it. Boy, it's nice out here.