My raised garden beds are coming along pretty nice, in spite of the total lack of sunshine we’ve had since I planted. The radishes are completely obnoxious, but the chives and the cucumbers aren’t doing so well.
Yesterday I moved the rather lackluster tomato plants into a little greenhouse I made all by myself and they seem to have doubled in size overnight. Yesterday they were puny and today they’re almost as tall as the greenhouse itself. Which is not very tall, but it’s quite a magical growth spurt!
Well excuse me, TWooie, eater of baby birds! I’m just trying to blog about something pleasantly neutral and inoffensive…
Ah screw it. I’m so not cut out for blogging about plants.
TWoo has suffered no ill effects from consuming the lice covered fledgling, except for a diminished portion of dinner that evening and an all consuming obsession with staring at the sky. Because, you know, breakfast now falls from it like manna from heaven.
And that’s a good thing, because the obsession has eclipsed a burgeoning phobia of Things In The Sky. Ever since the kite-surfing episode of last week, TWoo started to worry about things that hovered, like balloons and airplanes. He was spending an awful lot of time looking UP and poised to run away.
Now he’s spending quite a lot of time looking up with his mouth open. It reminds me of a story someone told me once about how their dog was racing across a park, barking, staring up at a chipmunk. The chipmunk was leaping from tree to tree – and missed a branch. It fell right into the barking mouth of the dog, who was delighted with this magical turn of events and from that moment on has spent the rest of its life waiting for more chipmunks to fall into its mouth.
Tweed’s spending a lot of time with his mouth open these days too, but not because he’s living an Insert Food Here lifestyle, but just because he’s hot and tired. It’s like my dog got old overnight … one minute he was just Tweed who happened to be 10, and in the last couple of weeks he suddenly became a 10 year old senior dog. How did that happen? He moves slower, will choose a trot over a gallop, and he has Old Dog Bark – you know, that sort of hoarse, repetitive WOOF WOOF WOOF that old dogs get? It’s weird, it happened so fast :(
There’s nothing wrong with him at all – he is still bright and cheerful, obnoxious, stubborn and weird, it’s like time finally caught up with him is all. I sure don’t like to think about my dog getting old. It’s a good thing I have a ton of photos of him looking young!
Speaking of photos, Jen of Mambumutts and I are organizing a one-day studio photo session in July. We’ll be renting this awesome studio in the backyard of a really nice photographer in Surrey. We’ll be booking 3 clients per hour or so, and have planned for a 5 hour shoot. It will be a big day, and will likely fill up REALLY quick, so if you are interested in getting studio shots of your dog, message me for more information on time, location and prices. We don’t do this very often, but it’s a lot of fun!