Day 780: Various And Sundry Sunday

Sunday is day to reflect on all fings a Sweet Boy loves, and I, for one Sweet Boy, am grateful that my the Mom loves the hairs on my neck and upper back right about here...

Old gal is a bit eccentric [nice way of sayin she is off her rocker number one fan of me and the Bleu and she adore just about ever single fing about us till it all most annoyin for a boy just tryin to be a boy. But I love it and so do the Bleu. Just sayin.].

When I last saw you, I was headin to the bunker. Here is me in last night's darkness when I felt safe to venture out...

Storms pass. We not get two drops of the rain. And yes, the mutant live oak leaf is still in place!

And here's just a nother interestin pitcher of that plant I can never remember the name of... Sigh.

The Bleu loves the out of doors and all the ways he can be silly and rebellious in it. He loves warmf and sun shine, but I fink it is gettin even too hot for the him these days!

I have been flushin the squirrels and they are not runnin so fast these days, I guess, because it is so hot... but I guess, neither am I! After they're gone, I do shnoof where they have been!

My out of doors interests are resolved pretty quick these days and I am ready for the cool airs!

Me and the Bleu... willin the door to open... and posin just before we cut for a commercial break...

AAAAAAAAGH!!!! DIRT DAWBER!!!!!

Add the dirt dawber nest to our snake problem, and there is but one fing to do...

CALL BILLY THE EXTERMINATOR!!! 

Billy, after all, is one of our guilty pleasures. His practice is located in a town very close to where my the Mom grew up, and we appreciate his love, care and attitude for those who are considered pests by most!

Why is there never a Billy Marathon when I'm lookin for it??? 

As for me, I have pawed frew all my options on the cable ... weighed them against weather conditions... and for now, I fink curlin up in the bunker is my best option. Just sayin.