Everyone knows that I love my dog. And I spoil my dog. But she is a dog, hence a killer. I will never forget the frantic swooping and cheeps from the pair of bird parents when Tinkerbell got into the ground nest and killed all of their babies. It was terrible! But instinct. This spring she has been very interested in a low evergreen shrub in the front garden. She snuffles under it and digs a bit at the bark surrounding it, which is quite deep since it's less than a year old. This morning she was not interested in her usual walk up and down the cul-de-sac. Instead, after a little pee down by the mailbox she wanted to go back up to the garden and investigate the shrub. So I let her sniff and paw a bit and then I noticed a little creature scuttle out of the opposite of the shrub. It looked like it was staggering a bit, so maybe it was a baby squirrel or maybe it was a sleepy shrew. Whatever it was it didn't want to be anywhere near Tinkerbell. I took her away into the house. And now I've got to be careful not to let her nose under there unsupervised.
Yesterday was such a busy day that it flew by. I had a hard workout and the upper floor of that gym is SO hot. I am going to have to dig out my running skirt to use rather than my longer yoga pants. I was soaked ten minutes into my 30 minutes of cardio. Not fun.
After dinner I worked on my wrap and I am thinking if I put my mind to it I can finish it up tonight and block it tomorrow. That would be ideal. I think one more field of the Grace Hand beaded near the end will look really great. I am very happy that the color goes so well with the Noro.
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