Will Frances eat a garlic dill pickle? Oh yes, she will!
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Franny vs. the Butterfly Bush
Frances loves sticks. I don’t normally want her to play with sticks, onna counta YOU’LL PUT YOUR EYE OUT. Also she is missing a couple of teeth, and I don’t want her damaging the ones she has left or worse, swallowing a piece of stick and poking a hole in her GI tract. So many worries! Franny does not care, though, about any of that. She just wants to play with sticks. Imagine the expression on her face when she realized that there was a stick bush in her yard. It was epic, yo. And then she promptly commenced to destroying it. Like ya’ do.
The butterfly bush was in desperate need of pruning, so all’s well that ends well.
Happy Got Day, Miss Franny McGee!
We celebrated with many hats and also a breakfast of poached egg on toast. Piglet had to get in on the act, too, which Franny was fine with. She’s an awfully good girl. It’s hard to believe I’ve had her for a year.
Om Nom Nom
When I got Frances, she would not eat fruits and veggies. Nothankyou, ma’am! I’ve kept offering them to her, over and over and over again, and she has finally decided that they are for eating. Garlic dill pickles, tomatoes, green beans, carrots, apples, and clementines. Today’s success was green peppers.
Crows
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Every winter, the crows come to Bloomington. Thousands and thousands and thousands of them, all over town. This small group was congregating near the lot where I park my car.
Rollin’, Rollin’, Rollin’
This is our rolling spot. It is where we like to roll. (And now I have the theme to Rawhide stuck in my head.)
Traditions
Harriet loved to tear up old food bags, making sure to get at every last crumb. Frances is carrying on the tradition.
Also, a plug for Mister Buck’s Genuinely Good Pet Food. When I got Franny, she was skinny and full of dandruff. You do NOT want a description of what came out of her back end, the first few days. I transitioned her cold turkey to Mister Buck’s Everyday kibble (I had it left-over from Harriet), and could not be happier with the results.
It’s Not Tug, But It’ll Do
Apparently toys are more fun when they’re in my lap.
Musical Interlude
I’ve been working on genealogy puzzles, which means the Magical iPod is playing on shuffle. Every so often, a song comes up that I can’t ignore, and this is one of them. It’s one of the saddest songs I’ve ever heard, and it makes me cry every time I hear it.
Neko Case, I Wish I Was the Moon
Chimney falls and lovers blaze
Thought that I was young
Now I’ve freezing hands and bloodless veins
As numb as I’ve become
I’m so tired, I wish I was the moon tonight
Last night I dreamt I’d forgotten my name
‘Cause I sold my soul
But I woke just the same
I’m so lonely, I wish I was the moon tonight
God bless me I’m a free man
With no place free to go
Paralyzed and collared tight
No pills for what I fear
This is crazy, I wish I was the moon tonight
Chimney falls and lovers blaze
Thought that I was young
Now I’ve freezing hands and bloodless veins
As numb as I’ve become
I’m so tired, I wish I was the moon tonight
How will you know if you’ve found me at last?
‘Cause I’ll be the one, be the one, be the one
With my heart in my lap
I’m so tired
I’m so tired
And I wish I was the moon tonight’
The Ear and The Eye
This dog is so expressive, it just about kills me.
red paper boat 