...or, "Beware the Beachball."
I know. I haven't been around in a bit. Once again I've allowed time to slip by with no posts. I could give you all the 'standard' reasons. I could tell you I've got a new project up my sleeve that I'm not quite ready to share yet. Or, I could just pick up and go on.
You really have to watch out for these:
So, Gwyn and I were walking this morning. She's recently been a bit restricted on account of she seemed to have pulled a muscle or something. She seems fine now but wasn't sure I was going to let her go on a full walk. She was intent on making it around to see if Sammy was home (sadly, he was not) and was even ignoring squirrels...ignoring almost everything...until [insert dramatic 'dunh dunh dunh'] the beach ball.
At least, that's how Gwyn saw herself. She was protecting me. I mean, really--what the heck is a beach ball doing in a yard? Up against some bushes??? It was clearly up to no good! She huffed. She growled. She raised hackles. Then she barked at it. For good measure.
I felt much safer.
I leave you with this thought for the day ('borrowed' from a facebook post):
3 comments:
This is fabulous! I can safely say that the beachball gave Gwen a new lease on life!
Wonder how she'd have reacted if the ball was rolling down the path towards you:)
Love that quote and so true.
Hope you have a good week.
Well done, Gwyn. Protect the momma. LOVE the quote from St. Francis.
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