I'm tired today. My silly husband forgot that he had lots of paperwork to do and went fishing yesterday afternoon. Late last night, his memory caught up to him and we stayed up very late getting it done. Very late. I remember staying up that late without any bad side effects when I was in college. I guess I'm getting old because I'm stumbling around today in a sleepy haze. But my grogginess isn't what I want to talk about today. I want to talk about dogs and boys.
My city cousins on the other hand, were not pleased when their pretty, shiny coated, ride in the car with them dog went straight to a fresh pile of horse manure and adorned herself. She came up looking like a green zebra and her people were not pleased. I found it hilarious to watch the city dog, feeling so proud of herself, suddenly become an outcast. Here she had put on the best perfume she could find and they were unappreciative. Cruel, even, kicking her out of the tent. Refusing to pet her. Pushing her away when she tried to climb into their laps. She refused to be discouraged though and she re-applied the lovely stuff several times during the family reunion. I wonder how the 10 hour drive back to civilization was?