Mom really likes flowers. She has been busy taking pictures all over the yard of all the flowers that are blooming. I have been trying to help, by being in every picture, but sometimes I have to sit in the shade or take a stick chewing break.
Mom says I look like “her little flower”. I think I look like a handsome dog.
Happy flowers, Mom!
paws,
Deuce
Here comes Deuce-ey cotton tail, hoppin’ down the bunny trail…
I know it’s too early to be hummin’ songs about Peter Cottontail, but when you’re hoppin’ down the bunny trail…well…it rhymes!
Well, maybe it’s not a bunny trail, but a bridle trail.
Oh, heck. I was running along the bridle trail looking for bunnies. That has just lost all its’ poetry.
After Mom introduced me to horses, she feels safer letting me run along the bridle trail. We haven’t met any horses on this trail yet, but I have found, and quickly taste tested, evidence that they exist.
Mom took some pictures. One is of a very large cactus. Come to think of it, all the cactus are large. I am letting her put some of those pictures on my Black Dog Diaries blog, interspersed among the pictures of handsome me.
Did I tell you I got an Excellent Blog award from Mom? I think she likes me.
paws,
Deuce
Leslie here,
I gave my dog an award. He has been working hard to contribute to this blog. He deserves a cookie.
Here’s some photos of cactus and things I found interesting on our bridle trail walk today. I think the second picture, of the tree stump, looks like a Pug Dog.
pause,
Leslie
Deuce here,
Dad has a tennis ball tree. I am not allowed to play with the baby tennis balls. I watch them very carefully to make sure they will grow up to be big and fuzzy. So far, they are not big or fuzzy. I will keep watching.
paws,
Deuce
