In my office, when I eat lunch, Bingo assumes her position:
|Waiting patiently to lick my bowl.|
A rare non-raining moment this week:
I don't know WHAT she was smelling, but she tried to pee on my flowers!
Woah, there! What're ya doin'? Grass! Pee on the grass!
|Tabby joining us.|
Down at the lake:
|I didn't get a shot of it, but Bingo was watching a blue heron fly across the lake.|
Friday, July 12th
Bingo likes to lick the rain off the tall blades of grass at the front of the driveway, which is rather like a wet weather creek bed. She delicately steps throuugh the puddles like she's wearing rain boots. Funny what I remember sometimes. On a day like this, Barkley would have stayed glued at the threshold as I tried to coax her out of the house. As Bingo continues her ritualistic grass-licking, Tabby-the-rain-hater is planted on the front porch meowing v. loudly in protest of the surrounding wetness. I stand in the rain, getting drenched, cat meowing & dog grass licking. Then Tabby makes a valiant effort at navigating non-puddley spots in the driveway to join us. But abandons his mission at the trash can & makes a dash back to the porch.
Sunday Morning: Sunny!
On our last walk on Saturday night, as we headed up the driveway, Bingo suddenly lurched into the woods in this area:
|So on Sunday morning, she was all sniffy. I have no idea what it was--just glad it wasn't a skunk!|
See what she's done here?
|Rounding up trees with the leash.|
|I got her back around to this point. Then I had to whip the leash around the one tree.|
In the grass at the beginning of the driveway:
Again, Tabby doing circle 8's & then goes into stealth mode like the big cats:
What are you going to do, Tabby?
|Nothing. Bingo walks by.|
And down to the lake:
|All brown again from the rain-rain-rain we've had.|
|I think she was looking at a dog that was barking across the lake.|
What you don't hear is the
sound salad symphony of sounds from the lake; the GLUG-GLUG-GLUG of the bull frogs calling back 'n' forth and the BLOOP! as they slide into the water as we get closer. And T-Bob calling thru the woods with his M--OW. M--OW. M--OW. All the way down.
|Back up the path.|
Bingo runs up the trail & Tabby coming to greet us (finally) rushes up a tree:
|Blending rather well, don't you think?|
And that was our week. :-)