Oh hai! Just standin’ here, 59 days short of 15 years old, looking FAB-U-LOUS.
I just finished a 13 day stretch of, like, 10 hour days at work. Vet Tech went to Hawaii (rage, hate, seething jealousy etc.) so I did her job as well as mine. No days off, just work work work. Had a day off today finally and what did I do? GO TO WORK!
But that was just to pick up my chickens, which are now living in this temporary coop (because my real coop needs anti-coyote renovations).
(For the record, steel panels are very very heavy)
I had a bunch of errands to run and a house to clean but I snapped a few photos today. The dogs were being entirely uncooperative, probably because I worked so much the last two weeks they forgot who I was and why they are supposed to listen to me.
I remember a Food Lady, who used to tell me to stop eating dirt. I wonder what happened to her?
What naughty thing should I do next?
More rolling in something stinky?
OMG THE FOOD LADY! I missed you! I’m gettin’ a damn HUG!
I never actually listened to anything you told me to do anyway, so … same-same.
I see you every day at work, and you’re boring.
Rhumba’s right, I *am* boring. I will try to meet the Interesting quota for the next post. But I am about to go to bed, because work robbed me of two weeks, but daylight savings time is robbing me of an hour’s sleep and 3:30AM sounds like an incredibly depressing time to get up tomorrow :/
I love you Food Lady!!
And that’s why Piper is my favourite!