Cranky I give him a breakfast of air, to let his stomach calm down. Take him for another walk.
I reckoned that maybe he was homesick so I bundled him up and off we went to his house. and Fritz's waning garden.
Beautiful day- Toadstools coming up in various stages of cuteness.
The tops looking shimmery, looking their best!
Already not in the best mood due to lack of sleep and moon walks with a sick pup...I yell a juicy swear to the artichoke, it doesn't seems to hear me, then his friend stabs me from behind.
I take it's photo as well. Interesting, looks like Goldsworthy 's work. I tell it I appreciate it and take back my swear- just cranky, you understand.
Here is the last rose that will never bloom. Time , change of season, bad luck for this little bright bud.
And the vines loaded with cherry tomatoes that will not ripen. Bad timing.
We walked through the garden, Pup looking for rabbit droppings to eat, he just can not help himself! - I understand, I say, as I stuff the last bit of a chocolate cherry/nut bar in my mouth- supposed to not eat sugar, supposed to not eat carbohydrates- sayeth the lord of good health.
I do agree, eating sugar and rabbit turds - not a good diet plan.
The sun is already at a slant, getting ready to ride the horizon all winter - that is when it bothers to show itself.
We came back to my house, watched the gentility of Dr Christine. I stuck around for the shit show of slime ball Kavanaugh, wish I had not. Now I am as sick as the pup, nauseated, verge of tears, shaking, and I did not know that I could be affected so!
Of course it brings up all sorts - personal, universal- patriarchy must die. Sooner the better.
Then the dog, wanted to go for yet another walk. We went to our spirit tree by the fire house, for a good long tree hug, and I swear to you, it did calm us down.
Funny that Ms. Mary Moon would mention doing the same in her blog today.
So THAT legitimizes the urge and the healing power of a tree. It's the real deal.
Cubby still feeling sluggish, managed to play hard and tear a gigantic hole in Mr. Bear sending stuffing all around like snow...but still not up to par, still has the poos- Until he has run out of rabbit dropping in his system it will continue to be-
More air for dinner.