This is what happens when you ask a dog to sit and stare into the sun.

I should be arrested.

For some reason I’ve never been able to take afternoon naps; can’t sleep during the day unless I’m sick. But if I could I would have climbed right in there beside her…

Whatcha want?

Keeping in mind that I’ve dropped my cell roughly 752 times, I took these with its piss poor camera. Pretty soon all it will take is shapes and shadows…

Wha…? What is that? OMG, it’s another dog!

Wait for me! Come back!!! I want to pull your stuffing out just like I do my babies!!

I crack myself up.

It is so fricking hot out there.

A little ginger cat wandered into the yard and befuddled my dog. Chased to a comfortable location behind a tree, kitty refused to give ground, causing Bree to whine and retreat.

Breagha enjoys the chase; she’s no hound. Kitty won the field.

My Dachshund, God rest her vicious little soul, would have routed that cat in no time. Heh…

Last night:

Maybe Bree can sense the building anxiety but her stomach problem is probably more a symptom of something she ate rather than any psychological woes. She’s not like me in that respect; fear does not illicit the same response in her. Fear for her means fight or flight. For me… it usually means my colon goes wonky.

Anyway, she had her kibble [mornings are raw chicken necks, nights are kibble] early yesterday, at 4:00p, because I wanted to give her body time to digest it before we walked at 7:00p. We hadn’t gone very far on our walk when she threw her dinner up, undigested. We came home and I gave her some pumpkin.

She obviously doesn’t feel good, which worries me, but her stomach grumbled and squeaked all night, which is good. It’s digesting. She’s doing her business… So… I’m now just waiting for breakfast time.

Can I get a life insurance quote on a dog?

Just kidding… she’ll be fine. But I still have to worry.