I am tired, oh so very tired, of all the guys in my backyard. Especially the one that just walks around, talking on his phone. I can't get up and wander to the kitchen in my jammies because one of them will be there peering in the window- "Oh, hello, do you like my bed head?"
The Walkie Talkie phones me when he sees me inside. Then he wants me to come outside and see his remarkable progress, which isn't all that much. Poor Gus, he is confined to the house and is very disturbed by the intruders. When they all leave (which didn't happen until 7:30 PM last night!!!!) he runs around the yard with his ears up, legs stiff and growling in case he catches one.
W/T assures me it will be the end of next week, but if he tells me how wonderful Hoof Grid is one more time, I'll Grid him with it. For sure.
