The birds are chirping wildly, the trees are swaying mildly, & Ditto is digging her 60th consecutive foot of trough through the yard. Some manner of vermin is on the run!
Ditto breathes in snout fulls of dirt to focus her efforts & digs with a narrow margin, sometimes going deep rather than long. Deep enough that only her butt & tail are visible. Her big sister, Eiyso stands silently over her. Make no mistake, Eiyso has the watch. Nothing will happen to her little sister today.
If the past is a predictor of the future, & I believe it is in this case, anything that is flushed from the earth by that little Jack Russell will be quickly & painlessly killed with a quick snap of the neck. Within moments, Eiyso will steal the dead thing from Ditto, using her ACTUAL size to overpower Ditto with her perceived giant size, bad-ass big talk & tiny body. Ditto is a do-er & has a lip on her. Eiyso is a quiet, sensitive opportunist. They are an amazing team!
Other Monday news....
...the makeover of MoJo's Backyard is well underway. Thank you Oldfield Construction!
...Sparrow has been eating normal food for 2 1/2 days now. She puked this morning. WTH is wrong with my Monkey? I think she misses her chicken & rice dish that mommy prepares only for her.
...I am meeting our new realtor today. Sarah Henning, from Keller-Williams. So excited.... our house should be on the market by the first week in May. BFF Dog Ranch is moving one step closer to its final phase!!
...Cool weather with potential for high wind today. Perfection.
...We are nearly all packed & I love my house all tidy with nearly nothing in it.
Chris is going bonkers without his never ending supply of hobbies
(there’s plenty of work to do, but he finds little joy in CHORES.)
...We are going to miss this house so much.
...MoJo’s winter coat is nearly ready for plucking. It always starts with her legs. When I saw a tuft sticking out on her foot this morning, I grabbed it & it pulled right out. I gave a triumphant shout of glee. She ran away and hid under the porch
...my phone just rang. My best friend, my most kindred spirit, my sister from another mister, won the crap-you-don't-want lottery & got her very own rare form of sarcoma (odds: four in one million) Re-thinking this blog's title. I like:
"EFF You, Sarcoma."
Sub-title: You met your match & you're going down.
I might be taking a trip soon to be support crew while my girlfriend kicks cancer's ass.
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