About a Morning. And a Dog

Know what I love? Waking up in the morning to open windows, balmy air, LIGHT, poppies that bloomed overnight, and the prospect of a day off unfolding before me. I love taking the dog out in my jammie pants, while my elderly and adorable neighbors across the street are sitting on their porch, reading the paper in their bathrobes. I love checking on the state of my garden, walking a slow circuit around the house, greeting each new blossom. It's a lovely morning.

Of course. Some animal dragged a garbage bag off the back porch (I know, I know, what dummy left if on the back porch instead of putting it IN the can) and tore a hole and stole chicken wing bones. And then, some dog we have decided to sneak around and steal a chicken bone before I even realized they were available. And then I had to chase my fraidy-cat dog all over the place trying to save him from certain death by choking on chicken bones. Big oaf. Then I wasn't so serene and in love with my morning.

I took that dog to the Dog Park last night, because we've had to leave him alone a lot the past two days. He loves it, but I worry he'll pick up fleas there. Chad and I took Myles there on Sunday with Luke & Hannah and Rory. They look like Big Sister and Little Brother when they are together, and they are such good friends!