The view from the kitchen window

I need to figure out an efficient way to harvest the many many small ripe berries.

We gnawed on things covered in homemade blue cheese dressing.

And are now both crashed. On opposite sides of the room. 

And now? Fighting over an old chew toy. I am not kidding. This chew toy has been around forever, and no dog gave a rodent’s butt about it after the novelty wore off. Until tonight. 


She is about three times bigger than he is– on any measure of BIG. But there is no way on God’s Green Earth that Missy wins in a tug-of-war.