It was my intention this past weekend to get my garden pea and carrot seeds into the ground because if I wait much longer then it is going to get too hot for them. As it was this happened.
It was 70 degrees on Friday and on Saturday this. By late Sunday afternoon the sun had melted most of the snow away, except those little spots in shady areas. I had planned to spend Sunday out in my garden planting my green pea and carrot seeds. I suppose Mother Nature had other ideas for me. If I don’t get them in the ground by the end of February I am doomed because it will simply be too hot for them to flourish. Hopefully next weekend will be more cooperative.
I no doubt will have to suffer my local conservative talk radio host making some wise cracks about the snow and climate change on Monday as he is fond of doing but as Bill Maher said new rule if anyone says “hows that global warming thing working for you now?” during a snow storm you are allowed to smack in the face with a snow shovel.
Ms. Flossie is at the lanky teenager stage, she has learned to use the doggie door (after trying to follow Harry Potter out of the cat door) and now has a new sense of freedom whereby she can go outside whenever she pleases to frolic on the deck and the back patio. She cannot get out into the yard as the gate is closed but it does not seem to bother her that she has yet to gain full control over her entire domain.
As she frolics outside I am struck by the fact that she has the most perfect ears, which as any Boxer owner will tell you is quite the feat. In normal circumstances a boxer will invariably have one ear that goes one way and the other which goes the other. In other circumstances you will have an ear that will almost always turn itself inside out. However, in Flossies case she has the most perfect ears.
I have absolutely no idea why any Boxer owner would even think about having those ears clipped. It seems to me that a Boxers folded ears are the thing that endears them to us, why anyone would think of clipping just completely befuddles me. I mentioned this to the Vet this past weekend and she agreed with me, if you don’t like a Boxer’s floppy ears, then the answer is simple. Don’t get a boxer.
If you feel the need to have plastic surgery on your dog without the dogs permission then you really have no business having a dog that you feel requires such surgery.
Edited for clarity:
I understand that docking the tail could be considered plastic surgery, and I certainly hope that the practice is outlawed or discontinued in the future (as it is in the UK), the Vet explained to me that docking a tail causes little or no distress while ear clipping is a painful and potentially dangerous surgery.
It would appear that Spring was early this year, while in years past my hyacinths have popped above ground while my Christmas lights were still on this year they were in full bloom before January was even over.
The daffodils were the same
As were the Crocuses
But what you might notice in that picture is the Violets are blooming, I have never known the Violets to bloom this early in the season, never.
We had snow this weekend, and I am sure that the climate change deniers will be having a chuckle on Monday on the radio saying “hows that global warming thing working out for you?” They are idiots. If they cannot see what is going on around them then I have no hope for a reasonable discussion as to how to save the planet in the coming years. If years and years of drought and failed crops and record high temperatures aren’t enough to convince these people then I do not know what we can do. We are doomed.
Having kittens and a puppy in the house at the same time is an ideal situation because basically they grow up together and form a type of bond. Having no other dog in the house to interact with Flossie has bonded with Harry Potter. The two of them wrestle, chase each other (well to be honest Flossie does most of the chasing) but at the end of the day they are the best of friends and seek each other out when it is time for a nap and snuggling is on the menu.
Whether it be with me on the recliner while I am watching TV or on the blanket stolen from my knee while I am on the computer, they find each other and snuggle up.
I am glad that Flossie has a friend. With me and the DH at work during the day it is nice to know that she has someone to play with (as well as a million toys of course). As they both grow I am sure that Harry Potter will use Flossie as the bodyguard in his life. Cats and Dogs living together. Who’d a thunk it.