These are a few beads from a set I am working on.
Silver glass, oh how I love thee.
I'm going to talk about the felines
residing on the Catio again
just long enough to tell you
that they share food willingly
with whatever cat is brave enough
to come in.
THAT ARE NOT CATS.
"I am going to stare right at you
(through the door)
while I walk in
and eat this food,
and the only thing you're
going to do about it
is take my picture."
Baby Daddy is eating his dinner
on the table just
to the left of this guest,
and Baby Boy is laying in his basket
under said table
observing his leftovers
I don't have 'em.
(Although I am totally stocked up on
kickass masked bandits!)
This morning I let Chelsea
have free run of the backyard
because it has been cool enough
that snakes are no longer a concern.
I forgot that poop
(duck poop/cat poop/other dog poop)
should be a concern.
My girl is a poop roller.
Show her some poop she can roll in
and she'll show you some rolling in poop.
6 am bath time.
Squee is not a word I would use
to describe it,
and it seems Chelsea agrees.
Stink Eye and the Doggie version of the finger.
Her foot fur and tail fur and mane fur and pretty much
all of her fur had gotten way too long, so I cut it.
Salon ala Mom
Such a Pretty Girl.
Not even my early morning hackjob
can change that.