Wednesday A.M. Observations

• First thing in the morning, Emily sees fierce attack thingies in the back garden, usually up on the wall. This means she goes skittering into the sunroom (which has the toenail gouges to prove it, alas) growing low and fierce, and quivers until I let her out into the yard. Then she barks fiercely at the back wall until the phantoms turn tail, at which point, conscious that the world is safe again, she returns to the house. Of course all this means that I must be waiting by the door to let her in again. But what I wanted to note is that Emily has the cutest hackles evar. With her hackles raised, she's got a six inch line, maybe an eighth of an inch wide (or maybe not), that sits up on her neck like a badly placed seam. Frankenpuppy! Frankenpuppy Got Fierce! She is ridiculous.

• Avocado asked for oatmeal and banana wheels this morning. This is fine, but oatmeal takes a long while to cook (do not ask why I don't just give her the pour-it-out-of-an-envelope-and-add-water stuff, cause...abomination) so I'm writing here while it cooks. The banana wheels are already cut up on a blue plastic plate that was the banana wheel plate from A's childhood. I am informed that the wheels just don't taste right on any other surface.

• I had another mole removed yesterday, a big one right under my right arm. Despite the doctor's assurances to the contrary I have to say: yes, it's tomorrow already and it still hurts.

Gots Hackles?

If you look really really hard between the Ever Vigilant Hound's shoulders you can just about see her wee tiny cute hackles. I will try for a better photo, but frankly at 6 am when she's being a Bad Fierce Rabbit, photography is not the first thing on my mind.