Category Archives: Buddy

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…

It’s too hot to do much of anything . . .

. . . except lay around the house. It’s 104 degrees outside right now.  (“Yeah but it’s a dry heat.”)

I’ve got the swamp cooler running on high and can only get the house to 77.

The pups have the right idea.

Nina study.

Just so you know I haven’t fallen off the face of the earth

Though things have fallen on me.

I had a little run-in with this on Sunday.

Cast iron. Very heavy. Sharp edges.

It won.

Remind me never to move a shelf again without first removing the heaviest contents from the highest shelf. Pain, blood, and three staples later, I’m still kicking.  No concussion.  If you were one of my Facebook friends hanging around on Sunday, you were witness to the blow-by-blow.

So here’s a somewhat cuter photograph.