I washed the covers of Franny’s old beds, then stacked them in the corner of the living room. Polly has been enjoying her new bedonabed.
Category: Pets
Piggy
He’s holding the tip of his tail while he sleeps.
Piggy on My Feet
Every time I fold laundry, Piglet parks himself on my feet. But only when I fold laundry.
Ashes
I got Franny’s ashes back today, finally. And yes, the first thing I did was open the little bag and smell them. I knew they’d just smell like a fireplace, but I still had to check.
Throwback Thursday
Harriet Brown 2010
Franny McGee 2013
I’ve been dogless for three weeks. It’s kind of awful and disorientating on multiple levels, but this is not a post about being sad. This is a post about being lucky enough to have had two fabulously funny and fearlessly opinionated dogs. I can’t explain what made me gravitate toward Frances, at the shelter. I think these two photos do better justice to it than any words could. That face! She sat at the back of her kennel, just staring at me with the most contemptuous, judgmental expression. It was an expression I’d known and dearly loved. When I first saw Frances, I recognized it instantly, and in that moment I fell hopelessly in love with her.
Reminders
I keep finding loose ends. Yesterday it was a collar under a pile of things on the passenger seat of my car. How on earth did it get there? This morning it was my calendar telling me to give Frances her heartworm pill.
Before and After
There was so much catnip crowding this bed that you couldn’t even see the irises at the back. I thought it was generic mint at first, but Piglet and Polly said otherwise (see below).
I pulled the catnip out of this bed and cleared a ton of wild strawberry and vineweed from the other two beds. I planted shade wildflower seeds and some purple zinnias. Hopefully there will be time for them to bloom before it freezes. My timing sucked this year, but that’s what happens when your dog breaks. Gardening goes on the back burner.
The other two beds got primroses, more zinnias (multicolor), echinachea, cosmos, and more wildflower mix. Also a few sunflower seeds. I dont have high hopes for those, but what the hell? May as well give it a try. Again.
I still need to sweep up my mess. That can wait until tomorrow, though.
Stoner cat identified the minty, um, weed, as catnip.
Sisters
Sometimes Henry and Polly have spats, but it’s rare. Usually this is what goes on. (Video here of them being ridiculously cute.)
Inspector Number 9
Inspector Piglet is on the job. (No, he didn’t actually get to taste it. It’s sweetened with erythritol, and I don’t know if it’s cat safe. Plus I don’t want to share.)
What’s In the Box?
Polly won the battle of the box, against Piglet. She wasn’t a graceful winner, though and was wearing her Ears of Maximum Perturbation.
red paper boat 