Some days it’s easier to get in the recommended 10,000 steps than others. Today I hit that mark in the early afternoon. Now, Franny and Piglet are helping me hold down the couch.
Piglet the Weird
I just don’t even. Franny’s brain melted, because Piglet was on the kitchen counter, and that is NOT ALLOWED IN ALL CAPS. Piglet does not care about rules, though
But look at him! He is such a dork!
Baby Zinnias
I don’t know what that third flower is. Something from a packet of mixed seeds I planted last year, that finally decided to join the party.
Baby Pepper
Echinacea
I was late to work today. Woke up with a migraine, took meds, and went back to sleep. When I woke up (all better!), I debated whether I should take the whole day off or go to work late. Responsible me decided to go to work. Irresponsible me decided I should park on campus and walk downtown to the public library, first.
Irresponsible me won the debate. It was a hot, muggy morning, but not too bad for walking. And I got some books that my library doesn’t have. Then on the way back, I entered work through the loading dock. I never do that. There is a patch of gorgeous echinacea growing by the entrance dock. Bonus!
One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple
One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.
Graduate Carrel, Herman B Wells Library 10E
Garden Babies
The First Zinnia
Tiny Peppers
Graffiti
This one seems to have been a group effort.
Someone else has noticed the penises. Not like they’re difficult to miss.
Yes. Yes, he is.
Writing on the Wall
The area behind my couch isn’t good for anything. It’s a walkway, and the wall is wasted space. So I hung kraft paper on it, to write on. Which I know makes me look crazy, and I am!, but it’s also nice to have a place to write stuff.
If I owned my home, I would probably be one of those people who writes on the walls. But I’m not, so this what I do instead.
A Thing That Is Not Cute
Thirty Seconds of Googling for Kids in Crates with Dogs
A rescue group in the town where I used to live posted a photo of a kid in a crate with one of their dogs. Comments poured in, exclaiming the cuteness of the wee tot and the sweet doggie. I commented that I thought it was a bad idea for kids to be in crates with dogs, and that I think it’s irresponsible for rescue groups to set that as an example of cute behavior. It’s not cute. Not even a little bit.
A crate is a dog’s safe place. It may be the only safe place the dog has. It is also a small, enclosed space. A space that even the sweetest, kid-lovingest dog might suddenly decide is worth fighting over. And you will not be able to do a damn thing about it, because you are on the outside of the crate and the kid and dog are on the inside. And also you will be busy taking photos and cooing over how cute the little moppets are.
So. Kids do not belong in crates with dogs. And I said so. Out loud and in public on a rescue group’s Facebook page, after they posted a really not at all cute photo of a kid in a crate with a dog. They told me to chill out, that the kid was fine and the dog loved him. Which yes, I’m sure is true. I don’t even doubt it a little bit! But still, it is a bad example. (And also, I do not think the dog was as happy about it as they insist she was.) And I said so. Again.
I made a total of two comments. I said my piece–politely!–and then I let them have all of the last words and I got on with my life. Well last night I saw a cute tuxedo cat on their page, named Piglet, so I thought I’d share it because Piglet is a right and proper name for a tuxedo kitty, yes? And in doing so I noticed that they’d blocked me from commenting on their page. And further digging revealed that they’d removed both of my comments from the kid-in-crate-with-dog photo. WTF? Is this how grown-ups act? No, I do not think so!
(The group’s photo is in the collage above. Middle of left, brindle and white Pit Bull with curly haired wee moppet. See the side-eye? See the licking of the lips? See the tight ears? That is not a happy, comfortable dog.)
red paper boat 