To the tune of "Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch*" I've been singing all day:
"Rabbit feet, puppy butt. . ."
I could say I'm too tired to blog about the garden, and use the still-wakeful puppy as an excuse, but really, the garden's a mess and so is the house. Oh well. She's still incredibly cute, back and front.
Oh, now she has a name. We're calling her "Taz" for "Tasmania."
*why do we not say, "Honey bunch" any more? I can't imagine hearing someone use that as an endearment.
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