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Brynwood Needleworks - Tag In The Studio

Hi, Everybody!

Here I am in the studio yesterday. I've been buggin' Mom all day to go outside, but she's up to her ears with her bird quilt project. I wish she'd take me out to run around in the yard - or better yet, let me go outside alone, so I can find some nasty squirrel poop to roll in! 

It's been pretty odiferous lately in our neighborhood, 'cuz all the farmers are spreadin' the good stuff. They're all busy gettin' the ground ready to plant once the weather stays warm enough.

I know I'm soundin' like a one-trick pony these days, but seriously...I don't know whether to shed or hold my fur! It's been so nice lately that Mom takes me out to stand on the wall in front of our house so she can brush me (and trim my nails! grrrrr).

Brynwood Needleworks - Farm Vista April 14, 2019

 Then, I wake up to THIS!

Thankfully, after a day and night of snowin' (3", but who's countin'?), the temperature got back above freezin' so this could melt off. Mom loves that it stays so muddy. That way she can wipe my feet (and sometimes my belly) off every time I go outside and come back in. I mean, who wouldn't enjoy havin' to go through that every time I have to take a whiz?

Brynwood Needleworks - Farm April 15, 2019

 

Then, after a mere 24 hours of warmer weather, all we have left of the snow is what collects on the northern side of our buildings, and in the ditches and stuff. I can see the squirrels well enough to chase 'em (like at 7 o'clock in the morning). Off we go toward the woods, and Mom runs right up that trail toward Miss Shelly's beggin' me to stop. (Did I mention she was still in her pajamas? hee hee)

 

Miss Shelly came outside to say "hi", and she was gigglin', too. I finally stopped to mark the bottom of the tree where that squirrel was hidin', and then trotted back to Mom (who muttered somethin' about stringin' me up). She seemed a little peeved with me.  We both wagged bye to Miss Shelly and walked back down the hill to the farmhouse.

While we were walkin', I reminded Mom that gettin' out and exercisin' from time to time is a good thing. Between you and me, I don't think she was buyin' it. She didn't say much, but she was puffin' good by the time we got to the back door. I decided not to tell her she could use more exercise...discretion bein' the better part of valor, and all. I wanted to make sure I got my breakfast, you know?

Anyway, I'm startin' to think that this snow stuff might be over for this year. A guy can cross his paws, right?

 

I'll see you again in seven, 'til then...

"Live Like Someone Left The Gate Open".