Devil dog

Been busy lately! Last weekend I spent a lot of time out in the yard with Rarf. She was digging up plants, and I kept trying to get her attention. Just when I was starting to have fun, she'd run at me yelling, "get out of the burdocks," or "don't eat rocks!" The stream valley was all flooded, and I thought she'd be happy that I was trying to swim, but she screamed something about "beaver fever," and muttered something about "full of the devil" as she dragged me out. She needs to relax some, I think.

She brought Rosie outside---Rosie can fly, so she must be supernatural or something---and Rosie let me sniff her without biting my nose, for once. The best part of the whole day was . . . marrow bones to gnaw!!!