I was up early this morning to water a few spots in the garden that were sucked dry by the wind and heat yesterday. This has become a bit of a routine the last couple weeks with the lack of rain. While I slipped on my shoes, I noticed Pip was patiently sitting at the door waiting for me to come out. She really is starting to mature, or so I thought…
Pip
Where’s all the dirt from? Funny. I asked the same question.
What's Left Of The Petunias
This makes two attacks on flowers by Pip this week and her second attack on this group of Petunias since they were planted a few weeks ago. I’m guessing my better half had an interesting conversation with Pip already today.
