Wildflowers

Given the fact that it has become increasingly difficult to locate any member of the Pack who is under 3ft tall due to the extensive wildflowers that have grown up in the backyard, I have institute a new policy whereby I have to eradicate three trash barrels of wildflowers a day until I can once again see Sarah in the yard. Save charging admission to the wildflower patches, this seems like the only option. And since no one comes to the Saratoga Animal Shelter even when it's free, I can't see someone paying an entrance fee. If I were an inventor I would invent little hula hos that could go on dogs' feet so that they could hula ho as they were running around. Or I would invent a spray that I could spray on the wildflowers to make them tasty enough for the Pack to eat. Or maybe I'll simply get a goat. Three barrels full is a random amount, but about all I have the attention span for doing at one time.

Earl is sick. I don't know what's wrong with him, but he's hacking and coughing. Maybe he's just hungover or has Kennel Cough again, though I don't know how he could have gotten it since he has not recently been incarcerated.

EDub laid this morning's egg by the wheelbarrow. Perhaps she's going to choose a different place every day in the hopes that I won't find it. I didn't get to look for Easter eggs this year, so I am all over this activity. You'd think she'd realize that in terms of reasoning and critical thinking skills I way out do her and she's just choose one spot. Or maybe she didn't like the golf ball I put where she laid yesterday's eggs.