Memoir

Believe it or not, I actually woke up with the sun and was energized and roaring to go. Usually, Sean has to pry me from my covers on Sunday mornings -- er, um --afternoons. The dogs and I were outside by eight and photographing more flowers in the garden.



My sister Carrie called an hour later and asked us to go hiking. So we drove to New Haven and spent the day hiking and swimming with our "city dogs". Sean must've said, "Today you two are city dogs!" a thousand times on our drive down to New Haven.




And then waking up so early, and my battle to stop drinking caffeine caught up with me and I fell asleep from 2-5PM. Yeah. Um. I must've been tired.

Tonight we sat in the backyard as Jasmine and Sam ate the most disgusting bones ever. But although Sean and I were pretty repulsed, the dogs seemed to be in heaven.






That last one may be my favorite picture of Jazzy ever. It's the kind of photo that would constitute blackmail if she were a human.