When I’m working in the yard, Roxy-Doxy (a.k.a. ‘rockhound’) definitely has her own agenda. Her agenda does NOT involve helping me with the chores.
|See?! She’s found the perfect stone! Isn’t this thrilling? ****yawn****whaterthechances??|
As I dutifully unload my car of potting soil and plants, the Doxy has another plan for my day.
|Yeah Roxy-Doxy…. I see your perfect rock. Nice. ****sigh****Rock=the cause|
|You’re gettin’ mighty close to the edge with that rock, wiener….don’t drop it!
Doxy….it’s gonna fa….. Uh-oh.
The ultimate effect.
Pick up rock, throw rock into the bushes and repeat. The rock-drop never loses it’s appeal. Ne-ver.
You can imagine how much I am getting done…..
Spring love to all.