Sad Dog Face

I worried about the wildflower seeds. Thank goodness for garden hoses.

In advance, accept my apology for dwelling on Bella and Chloe once again. Bella seems to be pain-free on Prednisone. She’s on decreasing dosages now and for the next two weeks. Pain-free, I think, but also down-in-the-dumps. The poor little girl hasn’t played in twenty-four days! I assure her that she will play again but not today. This ordeal is breaking my heart.

Does she look happy? No. She’s depressed. Chloe’s depressed. I’m sad about it. You see, living with a Boston Terrier is a constant lively party. A sedentary, lackluster Boston Terrier is unnatural and strange.

So, the hours I enjoy working outdoors in the evenings are spent with them on my heels, wandering around the yard without their balls, hula-hoops, or tug-of-war socks. They dig holes for pleasure and help me trim around the gardens. By the time I’m finished and the sun begins to set, they’re almost tired but mostly bored.

In an attempt to liven things up, I bring cookies outside and announce a picnic. Yes, they know what a picnic is!

After the cookies are gobbled, they both look up to me and ask with sad dog faces,

“Is this all there is?”

I know it could be worse but I need to vent a little.

On a lighter note, the hummingbirds are getting wild.



He’s the Tactical Defense leader. No one sips nectar unless he’s sleeping. There are four feeders about ten feet apart and he doesn’t miss much action.

I prefer the female hummers. They aren’t shy and sometimes feel free to inspect me. We meet eye to eye, especially when I’m wearing a bright pink or red shirt.

I still have birds, yes I do. The woodpeckers, Chickadees, Titmice, are Cardinals are back in small numbers and every week I see more return for nuts and safflower seed. The Mocker never left its post, as I expected. I’ve seen a Bluebird perched on my mailbox and on the spot where the Mocker sits. They’re getting sips from the pond, I know.

If you look to the left in the photo above, there’s a seven-foot water hibiscus that’s grown so large that I had to tie it to the fence with fishing line. Last year, it only grew to two feet. Does this photo look like a pond? No, because I just dig and plant anywhere. My lack of pre-planning shows an overgrown mess.

This weekend I'll work on enthusiasm. It isn't Friday yet but right now, I’m consumed with visions of naps and a rainy weekend.

Enjoy yours!