Hello all from Sebastopol, location of my foster home!
Not much new today. Robert did a bunch of yard work, weed whacking and mowing. I am pretty used to the noise now. The backyard is mowed really short and the weeds by the fence are gone. Makes it really easy to see where I (and the others) do our business, as well as where the gophers are active. The berry vines under the deck are gone and I can now lie in the shade of the deck without having to do battle with berry stickers. Robert looks like he was attacked by a cat after pulling the berry vines out by their roots under the deck. I mean, WTF, the guy wears shorts and a tee-shirt to do everything! I like to lick the blood from his legs after he comes in from a day of weed whacking! Who needs to be rescued here?
The duck, FAD (can you guess what it stands for?) makes his usual morning and evening visit. What a quack (pun intended)! He does nothing for me but the others here go ballistic. He is totally non-plus about just about everything, including the lawn tractor, which is sounding rather poorly as of late (do I hear engine overhaul?). About the furthest he can fly is 15' at a maximum altitude of 3 feet. Guess at least he does not need airspace clearance for that!
The pipe on the well's pressure tank broke this evening and Robert was out there till 7:30pm depriving Week's Drilling and Wells of an after-hours call. The guy is amazing; a McGuyver (sp?) in his own right; and he can cook, clean, iron and sew as well. Hmmm, no wonder Nancy keeps him around.
That is about it. We are all doing fine. Nancy and Gracie will be home Sunday night. I like her! She is tough but I like a stern woman (female domination!). She reminds me of my mother when I was a pup; put me on my back and grab me by the throat. I have SUBMISSIVE down pat! I am truly a sweet lover boy, asleep on a dog bed next to Robert while he does my typing for me.
Take care, dog bless and we will blog again tomorrow.
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