It occurred to me this morning, that the only ones in this team of three that have really retired are Grace and Dillon, my canine companions. They wake each morning to a quick trip outside, someone (me!) serves them breakfast, then it's back to lounging while I toll away. They stay inside in the A/C except when nature calls or Grace dumps the slobbery ball in my lap enough times to get me outside for a game of fetch. I do my hair with supplies from Wal-Mart; they have 'beauty' appointments at the local Petsmart. The rest of the day, they guard the front door in case anyone is brave enough to use 'their' street. Meanwhile I take conference calls shut in the back room (in case Grace decides to tell someone off for walking down her street.) Heaven forbid the UPS driver has a delivery and actually comes to the porch! At night, I clean the 'dog art' off the front door so they have a clear view to guard the next day.
|Guarding the door|
I did manage to stroll around the Fine Arts festival on Sunday, and enjoy dinner with my mom, sister and brother-in-law... Grace and Dillon had to stay home!
|Great day for a bike ride!|
|Dinner at the beach|