Spring is in the air


I should never look a gift horse in the mouth. But holy smokes, our spring is unbelievable this year. The plum tree behind Talley could potentially have a bumper crop of fruit. I don’t remember the last time we had such a mild spring.

There is a down side though. Chances are pretty good for a bumper crop of fleas.

Doesn’t matter, we’ll enjoy all of the days that we can. I’m not missing the wind and the showers at all.

Hanging out


Talley took over the new love seat today. Every time I turned around, she was in a new position. First thing this morning, I carefully covered it with the blanket. She quickly kicked it off. So I folded it and laid the folded blanket on the cushion. Talley promptly kicked it off.

So, I thought I would have a heart-to-heart conversation with her. I empathized, saying I understood that the soft, supple leather probably felt really good against her thin greyhound skin. But I had a really good reason for wanting to keep it covered. It’s mud season here in Oregon. The love seat is white. I was only trying to protect our $29.99 investment. I explained to her that I would really like it if she would leave the blanket on the love seat.

She flipped me off.

It’s back


So many beautiful, sun-filled days, starry nights, dry dogs and the scent of jasmine and honeysuckle.

The rain has now made it’s way back to Oregon. Once again, we celebrate muddy paws, soggy dogs, overcast skies and faint, but ever present scent of wet dog.

Welcome home winter. Sure, we missed you.

Geez, I’m in the doghouse again


I can’t believe that I forgot Talley’s birthday. Well, yes, I guess I can. I haven’t remembered anyone else’s this year, including Karen, so why should Talley be any different?

And, I’m only three days late. Happy 11th birthday Talley Ho Ho Ho.

Sun kissed


‘Tis the season here in Oregon. We’ve actually had sunshine for more that 5 days in a row. I’m almost not sure how to handle the annoyingly bright light.

Some of the dogs are perfectly content to pull up a patch of grass and bask. Others, take care of business and high-tail it back to their air conditioning. Go figure Oregon dogs.