I came home a little early today to let the puppies out (Tom is away). The sun was shining and it was 59° outside. Lovely and green.
The quince is budding out.
As is the pear tree.
But do the dogs care about that? No . . . They care about:
"Hey guys, look over here!"
"It's greasy-grimy-gopher guts!"
If it wasn't for the fact that they are so cute . . .
You’re sleeping where tonight??!
