Late season roses and leaves on Saturday's morning walk.
And home again to pasta with a sauce of all kinds of seasonings with a Parmesan rind cooked in. Just two meals, the last of the penne, also the last of the tomatoes. No pictures, you've seen pasta before.
Then while I was thinking about dogs, I did a bit more stitching, just deciding on stitches and colors as I went.
It's shaping up quite well.
About dogs, mainly German Shepherd dogs who could have a career in stand-up.
Molly was a client in my pet care service, and we met when she was newly arrived with her humans as a young puppy. They were experienced and knew that in order for her to let me in and handle her in the humans' absence, she'd need to accept me in her circle very young.
They used to joke that she had the best pedigree of the lot of us, being a German German Shepherd, daughter of two German national show champions. She crossed the Atlantic to join us and proceeded to enchant everyone except the cable guy whom she terrorized.
She was intelligent enough to play tricks on humans, especially this one.
One day I came at noon as usual, to find an empty banana skin on the front door inside mat. She'd swiped the banana from the dining room fruit bowl, eaten the banana and put the skin right where my foot would go. I wondered if she'd been watching cartoons and hoped to see me skid across the floor.
Other times she'd pretend she couldn't come out of her crate, crying as if stuck. Until I tilted it up from the back so she slid out. Busted! Her face was a picture. I think she was hoping to be tempted out with a treat!
One of my knitting group friends told us how they had German Shepherd dogs, two of them, who, when the housekeeper came, were crated in the backyard. She was terrified of them, but the family assured her they would be crated for her
She kept saying the dogs were getting out and scaring her, and the family, noting they were in their crates, bolts in place, when they got home, dismissed her concerns as made up from fear.
Until the mother one day came home early, noticed the dogs playing in the yard, and saw them return to their crates, bolt the doors with a paw slipped through, then lie down as if they'd been there all along.
More dog tales another time. And we're open to your dog stories, too, Please share.
Happy day everyone, dogful or dogless or dogfree, however you see it.
