My Big Boy

Just hanging out in the puppy lean-to.

Hummingbird Duel

I captured these this afternoon in my backyard. For such tiny birds, they are pretty fierce.

Wishing won’t make it so

We are selling our house, so I’m trying to keep everything ship-shape, just in case a potential buyer wants to see the house during the day. This means making sure the tub area is completely wiped down and no drips are falling from the faucet.

For Maya, this means no more catching the drips as they fall from the faucet or lapping the water that puddles in the bottom of the tub.

That doesn’t stop her from hoping though.

“What happened to my personal drinking fountain?”

“Maybe if I just stare at it some . . . ”

“You’re getting drippy, veeerrry drippy . . .”

“Maybe it just needs a little coaxing . . .”

“I know you’re in there! Drip, darn it!”

Maya’s shenanigans makes me feel like a terrible cat-mom.

Buddy has an owie on his lip

I have a feeling I know how he’s doing it (this is his second scraped lip). Our neighbors, on occasion, let their dog run free. He runs up to the outside of our wooden fence and races back and forth. Nina and Buddy just about kill themselves running back and forth with him. Buddy puts his face very close to the fence to keep an eye on the interloper, and I think he scrapes it when he bolts to run with the neighbor dog.

You can’t see it from this angle, but it actually extends up and sideways under his right nostril. It looks like it hurts…