Not really, but I couldn't think of another title for this post.
Yesterday brought one of those rare all-day rains to New Mexico.
I could not let it stop me from venturing out to remove Lucy's grazing muzzle at the appointed times.
She grazes with a vengeance once it's removed.
These plaintive looks are killing me.
The only reason I'm looking forward to winter is so that the grass will die
and I can remove these muzzles permanently.
Me: It's bad enough I have to scratch your butt when it's clean. You're asking alot here.
George: I'm wearing a grazing muzzle. You owe me.
Me: Were you planning on coming outside sometime today?
Johnny: I'm thinking about it.
He did a few stretches...
...then got a drink of water and went right back to bed.
I think I'll be a cat in my next life.