To take my mind off the confusion of electronics, I decided to walk around in the yard this morning and gather up all Darby's toys for washing. I found only one, which means that Mike throws them away when he finds them water-logged and dirty. Luckily I bought her a new something yesterday - just garish and strange enough to thrill her. And some treats since she's going to be spending her days alone with the cat.
We're lucky enough to have found an excellent pet sitter who seems to really care about taking care of the girls and making sure the house is secure. This time Kelly will come twice a day, once in the morning to feed them and let them out - if the weather is good - and then again in the afternoon to let them in for the night or to run around before dark.
Our yard is just boring in the fall and winter. What few leaves the trees had are long gone, and the grass is brown. It's a perfect place for little dogs to run and chase birds though and other imaginary creatures.
She did trap a possum again the other night, and there was nothing for us to do about it except wait until she barked herself hoarse and decided to release the poor thing. We kind of talked to her and begged her to come in and shone the flashlight on them and yelled a little bit, but they both ignored us. I couldn't imagine going out there and grabbing her and risking an attack from that hissing, snarling thing - big one too, Mike says. She usually sleeps inside but asked to go out in the middle of the night, maybe because she heard this creature poking around. I hope the possum learned its lesson. It can't have been a fun night for it.
Anyway, I saw several pretty pink blossoms that I wish I had had last spring. Right now, they seem out of place with the bare landscape and autumn decorations.
A morning glory, of all things, left over from two summers ago.
Stella/Molly is not in a good mood lately, alternately clingy and aloof - catlike, I guess.