Hmm, I was talking to Penny last night and telling her some story, which she said sounded bloggable, which is perfectly true. I thought, 'cool, I can blog it in the morning', and well now it has completely left my mind...eh, no big surprise there.
Maybe it was the gruesome tale of The Snake Who Tried to Eat a Big Frog But Choked On It So They Both Had to Be Chucked Over the Fence. That was pretty gross, and I didn't really see it go down, I just did the chucking over the fence part.
Could it be the fact that I am nearly done with the main part of the Circle Jacket (see below)? Eh, 'nearly done' isn't so interesting, I'll save that blog for when it's 'actually done'...
It's Round Top time again, but we didn't see anything super exciting Saturday, except a set of glass antlers that we will have to revisit when we go back.
Oh! Now I think I remember. We stopped at a produce stand Saturday and brought home a few jars of picante sauce and homemade pickles. I came inside Sunday morning to find the husband irate, trying to hustle the dogs outside. It also smelled like a Taco Cabana.
Sammy, the new foster dog,
Is also what they call a countertop surfer. He had pulled the bag of goodies off of the BACK of the stove, breaking one of the jars of salsa. here's the crazy part. The dogs ate it. All of it. Wow, we thought we were in for a couple of rough nights with that stuff rolling around in their systems, not to mention the scary possibility that somebody had eaten glass. But everybody is fine, and nobody showed signs of so much as a tummy ache.
In his short stay with us (I guess we've had him about a month), Super Sammy has stolen and devoured an entire loaf of bread, 3 tubes of toothpaste, lip balm, mascara, and deodorant. Basically anything he can find on a countertop or bedside table. He is a madman!
But look at that puppy face. I'm helpless.
Sammy isn't nuts, he's officially bananas. 3 of them, to be exact.