from today.

It was a fairly nice morning for early March, so I decided to get some work done outside. I don’t trim my perennials in the fall, because every year around this time without fail, I get an itch to be in the garden, and leaving the trimming gives me something to do when it’s too early to plant.

I also thought it would be nice to let Penelope run around without supervision and let her poop wherever and whenever the mood should strike.

Speaking of Penelope, we are still getting to know each other. I miss my Molly still ever so much. Last night Kelly D. asked me if I’m glad to have a dog to snuggle with in bed again, and I burst into tears. I told him that it’s not the same. Our relationship is still superficial. It’s based on appearance and puppy breath.
She’s very sweet though, and the cutest little thing. Anyway. Where was I? Oh, yes. The back yard…

I cleared out my herb garden and the little area where the log chairs are. It was awesome to be outside getting my hands dirty again. But, man, that puppy wasn’t making anything easy. The other day, Beck asked me why I picked a biting dog. I told him they all start out that way, but today I was wondering the same thing.
Exhibit A:

That’s my camera strap she’s latched onto. I was trying to get a few pictures of her cuteness chewing on sticks, but as soon as I whipped out my camera she about yanked it out of my hand.

Exhibit B:

My gloved hands were irresistable to her. She just couldn’t stay away. Even when I’d fling her off into the dirt, she jumped up and pounced again and again.

Exhibit C:

Can you see how sharp those puppy teeth are? I have wounds all over my forearms too. Speaking of forearms, look at the size of mine! The wide-angle lens makes me look like Popeye! In fact….

See? Popeye.

The only time she left me alone was when Beck brought out a broom.

Two hours into the morning, she’d tired herself out and laid down in the Lamb’s ear. Which is where I would choose to lay if I were going to do any lying around outdoors.

She looks tired here. Can’t…. keep….. puppy eyes….. open……

And…. she’s out.