I have a terrible time with squirrels digging into my nice, outside planters!
Who needs their mother to help weed out her closet?
Go ahead Elly – stick your hand in that nice, soft dirt and pull that weed out…the cat left you a little something, btw.
When you gotta go!…..and the dirt is so much softer there!
What he is going to end up as, is an eagle’s dinner!
May be oil…may be worm poop!
Choosing a florist as a weekend warrior is a stroke of genius. Florists can be quite fierce! Rip those pretty little heads off of those daisies!
I think she’s cute, too! Reminds me of my sister at that tomboy age.
Cathy has never seemed to be herself. Always tries to be what everyone else is, or tries to be what she thinks that they want her to be.
My son’s rescued half Chihuahua would, if ignored, come an butt you a few times with her nose, and if that didn’t work, she will jump up and grab your clothes with her teeth. Very sharp teeth….