She’s not supposed to be jumping on and off the couch. She’s sneaked up there a few times, though, and when she does it’s hard to tell her no.
Category: Photography
Bake Sale for Franny McGee
My new dog, Frances, has torn her cruciate ligament. It’s a complete tear, so she’s going to need surgery. I have opened up an Etsy shop to raise funds. I’ve already sold a lot of stuff and am getting close to having the full amount, but am still about $800 shy. If you would like to get some awesome original art and help an awesome dog in the process, please go here: Red Paper Boat.
The Sky This Morning
Happy Birthday, Frances!
France’s is three years old. It’s also been almost three months since I got her.
ETA: More like six years old, the vet has decided. Given that an actual birth date was included by her previous owner on her shelter intake papers, I’m going to guess that her owner either lied or had no idea when she was born and just made up a date that sounded good. All adult shelter dogs are three years old, right?
Wild Geranium
This stuff spreads like wildfire. You can’t kill it. It thrives in deep shade, and it blooms from early spring until the first frost. Even beyond the first frost, some years.
Columbine Three Ways
Purple Columbine
Rose Barlow Columbine
Wild Columbine
Caught a lightweight lightning seed
A pair of turkey vultures were in the back field, disposing of something that had died. I had my camera out, to try to get a photo of them (they are huge!), but they flew off. Instead, I ended up with a photo of some dandelion seed heads. Make a wish!
It’s a Bouncing Baby Columbine!
Wild Columbine
It’s been such a cold spring that I totally forgot to go look for flowers in my garden. Thankfully, they don’t need my interference to bloom.
Franny and Piglet
It’s grey and rainy and cold and gross, so I took a nap. I woke up to find Franny and Piglet, sleeping back-to-back on the bed with me. Frenemies.
Piglet Percival Smith
Piglet still hates Frances, but he’s decided that his hate is not strong enough to keep him from hanging out with me when the dog is around. Usually this means being on the floor, by my feet. Sometimes he naps, which is sweet. Sometimes he bites my feet, which is not so sweet. It is also kind of stupid, because the only thing between Piglet and the evil dog is me. Biting me does not make me very inclined to protect him.
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