It was one of those mornings when you weren’t sure if it was raining or if the humidity was so high it was condensation hitting your fur. Just horrible. Hard to breathe.
Anyway it gave rise to a shorter walk only one mile. So I begged for play.
Ma felt guilty and got out the ball games for me and tossed them for half an hour instead.
We are getting all set for the epics on Sunday.
Wimbledon of course is my favorite and then the footie.
We will be rooting for England. Long time since they made it to such a big final.
I could play for them myself if they needed an extra goalie. I can snag anything in my choppers.
Ma and I slept a little late this morning as we went to bed on rather a full stomach.
The bro brought us a bucket of KFC about eight last night saying it was annual fried chicken day. Any excuse for a big feed.
Regardless, we feasted and enjoyed even though we’d had dinner at six.
This morning Ma dawdled watching her heroine Miss Pudgy Picker.
She spends a lot atgarage sales which makes Ma feel righteous because she spends much less. Miss Pudgy Picker appears to have a business though where she sells as much as she buys which is not Ma’s status.
I like seeing Pudgy Pickers puppies. They make me feel righteous too as they interrupt her a lot.
With these delays we happened on a wondrous site in the woods. A four pointer deer all my himself having his breakfast. He was amazingly large and young and handsome. A bit like me.
Ma said he will be for sure the chief of the herd one day soon. He stood at least four feet at the withers.
Magnificent! You’ll need to believe us as we had no phone with us to capture him.
We bought a bag of peaches on Sunday when we went grocery shopping. The bro had one yesterday and declared it yuck.
They looked good so Ma tried one and the bro was right. They we all mealy and dry. So disappointing but you know appearances can deceive.
So then the question was make cobbler or make jam.
I plumped for jam.
Ma says sometimes she wonders why she just doesn’t trash things that aren’t good rather than fussing trying to make something out of them. It’s a false economy but she has to rescue.
It’s like that old saying about life and lemons.
There are alternative versions of that saying though.
Ma might like that one very well especially around six o’clock!
The frozen version seems good to me. A bit of fun.
Dad says we just need to adhere to the old Indian mantra if you add sugar you can even eat wool. I’ll resist.
Happy 4th y’all. Your getting an extra long epistle for the occasion. We had to hold on to this number just for today.
Facebook memories are great but they can give you terrible nostalgia for the old country.
Mother is dying to eat fish and chips since this popped up. Says the stuff here’s just not the same as “home”.
I’d help given half a chance.
The bro enjoyed the food on that trip too.
It’s been nearly two years since they did their UK tour.
I wasn’t even around then.
Maybe one day I’ll get to sample all that fresh seafood.
For now it looks like I’ll have to stick with my latest treat which you may have guessed is outsourced from the tearoom.
Bread crust! Herself brings it home by the bag load. Our fridge is coming down with it.
Since there’s such an abundance of it she’s generous with her portions so I just crack on and enjoy it. Dry or not. Keeps me quaking. If I complained she’d give it to the ducks.
This morning we got an Independence Day card from Pastor Dave with some lovely critters eating strawberries.
It inspired us to use up not only our crummy crusts but also the leftover milk and cream and strawberries that hadn’t been used in the high teas this week.
Now this is not a portable potion so not a treat I can have on the move.
It’s a lot tastier though than your average crust and very festive looking too.
I’m rather late today as I have been to my coiffeuse.
It’s true I needed treatment as you can see from this shot of Ma and me taking off this morning.
There was a seriously large and vocal Alsatian in the beauty parlor when I arrived and I tried my best to leave immediately even pulled my own collar off. Ma would have none of it. She insisted I stick around with all the other clients and abandoned me.
Thereafter is a blank.
It for sure involved bathing and snipping and some snarling too.
Fortunately no canine in the salon was as large as this babe we saw hanging out a car window in the way home. I’d have found someway to escape if that giant had barked at me. It’s like a lion!
With my handsomeness firmly reestablished I couldn’t be happier as we took the long way home.
It’s pretty as can be right now with the wild flowers in bloom and the corn growing as you watch it.
We passed a few magical places like one called buttermilk hill. Next time we must make a stop. For sure there’s good dairy products to be had around there.
Now I am home and dry, well watered and fed in feeling fit as a fiddle.
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