Just don’t get old, especially if you’re female. It’s a recipe for escaped marbles! 😀
Seriously (…well…almost…) ! Just roamed out into the backyard, on the trail of the Dawg. So there we are out in back, puttering around. Nice and quiet. Clear sky. Balmy afternoon…
Balmy is right! 😀
Suddenly, weirdly: I’m horrifically scared!
WHAT the DICKENS brought that on?
- Nary a coyote in evidence. (Coyotes don’t especially scare me, anyway.)
- Nice, clear sky.
- Dawg in attendance is calm, sniffing around cheerfully.
- Distant kids are playing and laughing.
Ghosts, right? That’s gotta be the only explanation!
Dart inside with the hound on my heels. Find all is calm and quiet inside the Funny Farm. Dog seems not to have noticed that a marble or two slipped out my ears.
WHAT ON EARTH was THAT about??????