Day 644: Lawn Dude Day

There is not a day that I do not live wif the gusto... on a counta I am the Luke.
But that is not to say that there are not days I like better than others... take for example, Lawn Dude Day (what is wif regularity on Fursday):
It typically start wif yard ragged and in the shambles.

We had some "weed-n-feed" put on yard last week... but I fink they left out the "n". I fink it was "weed feed".

That not so bad in itself... it bother the Mom more than it bother the me or the Bleu. The part I'm not fond of is when I have to be inside while Lawn Dude is doin his lawn dude business (a different kind of business than me and the Bleu deu...!).

The Bleu is disturbed by noises he makes, but I am not. I just want my yard back.

Six days outta seven, I am content to be in-of-doors at this time of day... but on Lawn Dude Day, I can fink of not much else beside wantin to be in yard wif him! 

Prison stink but it sure is fun to check out LD's work, once he is gone... and the gate is locked again! Nuffin quite like the smell of a fresh mowed lawn. Just sayin.

Nother bad part is... by time Lawn Dude finish, sun is settin low enough to shine frew the Bleu tail...! 

It is neither pleasant, nor convenient to be displaced from my pecan treasure trove, all-you-can-eat-til-the-Mom-busts-you buffet and also place of businesses, but...

I am just glad that The Bleu Bowl Diner is not affected by such disruption!!!