First weekend – and opening day of “Project Fence Staining” is underway
. . .
Hooray ! Oh, right, there’s still another side
Not to mention two other parameters. . .
Making a brazen appearance is this cheeky little bastard, Irene’s nemesis,
and judging from the length of time he posed there,
an obviously proud architect of multiple yard holes. . .
You tawkin’ to me, or do you just admire my workmanship??
Second day of the second weekend – Irene slogs on alone Sunday morning
on the six-foot high side before the cavalry arrives. . .
One-half of the cavalry is injured from the previous day’s painting
but Holy Paint Bucket Batman! The paint-stain runs out right at this point !!
Deprived of much face-time during the fence staining project. . .
A joyful Tasha’s romp with ball and stick is extra buoyant. . .
Her doggie massages are extra-blissful . . .
I know I’m adorable, but what are you ?
Just me and my stick. . .
View one from Tasha
View two from T
View f – , wait, distraction
View five- what is she waiting for??
A STROLL AROUND COLUMBIA PARKWAY
A furry challenge coming up !
Another challenge – a freight train over our path. . .
Tasha is a tad disturbed by the extreme rattle and hum. . .
I convince her to cross the street, where we need to walk under the bridge
Yes, that rickety turn-of-the-century bridge
The freight cars momentarily halt. . .
Tash and I walk underneath the bridge and emerge onto the Parkway’s path. . .
Good girl! I congratulate her on overcoming her fear of choo-choo’s. . .
Not to mention rickety bridges. . .
Strange people playing that strange game
Good God which way to adventure?
Tasha’s excitement is palpable. . .
Unannounced visits are her specialty. . .
There’s a hot property ! Frozen cat outside the gate, and four, count ’em, four fenced doggies !
Serious Mexican stand-off with donkey lawn ornament. . .
continued Mexican stand-off . . . We don’t call her Tenacious T for nothin’
Is it just me, or is that donkey startin’ to give us the evil eye?
You little fuzzy-tailed rat, I’ll get ya !
Desire is the anger from which we feed. . . (TM Patti Smith)
Really, do we have to leave?
That little bastard has to come down some time . . .
Heading past Tasha’s favorite community service –
the public library . . .
Even though the library has barred her furry butt from entry. . .
Tasha’s love for literature has not been diminished. . .
A good long yawn after a good long walk. . .
Really? Oprah? Really?
Tasha finds Oprah just a tad “full of herself,”
vastly preferring the no-nonsense Judge Judy, and her legal ass-whuppin’ style
Natural light – natural beauty