In other news, K. left on Monday for yet another Vegas trip and is due back in time for dinner tonight.
I'd like to say that the dogs have kept me good company while he was gone, but considering that I've woken to "accidents" (I'm trying very hard to believe they're accidents) in the living room for the last TWO mornings and Shadow ran away last night, not to mention the development of wanting to go out 2-3x a night, even though I'm taking them on long lovely morning and evening walks...well, not so much.
I fixed them with an eagle eye this morning and said, I don't know who messed the living room this morning, but if it happens again, you're both getting beaten.
On the upside, baby poop is SO not going to phase me. I know poop, ladies and gentlemen. Indeed I do.
On a more pleasant topic, I was out on the front porch last night and saw our little buddy, a green tree frog. We've got a long history with this frog; he likes to hang out on the porch and eat bugs attracted by our lights.
But it was when I moved my fern inside away from the fall evenings that I snapped this:
He wouldn't let us catch him for a day or two, but finally he realized that he's less likely to starve on the outside.
It was nice to see him last night, hanging out on the wall. Apparently, frogs don't hold grudges.
I should look into that.
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