
This morning we took a walk around the neighborhood and when we we're almost home, we got ambushed by two black poodles. A tall, skinny one and a short, fat one, to be precise. They ran out of the woods after us, only to circle around and not get close enough to be touched. So, clearly being naughty dogs who escaped their yard. Sure enough, after they followed us home, or at least, half way up the drive, they ran away, only to be summoned by a whistling, clapping owner. But for the rest of the day, garage-poodle-garage was all I heard.
Alex had a pleasant day, as always. Her recent edible love is ice cubes, or as she says, ice-a cubes. Much to our chagrin, she crunches them. Or lets them melt in inconvenient places like on the coffee table.
No comments:
Post a Comment