Tanning Partners and Tea

It's so nice out today. It's 74 degrees. It's sunny. It's not too hot. It's just perfect.

The perfect day. So perfect in fact, that I'm skipping Spanish to tan. Actually, that's what I was originally doing. Now, I'm skipping Spanish to write a paper. Opps. :)

It's the perfect day though. The birds are chirping. The flowers are blooming. The bees are buzzing. My dogs are barking... Okay well, that's not so perfect, but when they aren't barking they are pretty darn cute.

I put some water out with tea bags to make some sun tea. It's already ready. I'm excited to have some in a bit!

I was laying out on the porch trying to get some Vitamin D in me, since I'm deficient when my dogs came up on the porch. Gunner sat down over on his bed, but Brandy just plopped her butt down on my face. She was literally on my face. Her tail wagging in my eye. I had to move my head for her. What a pushy dog!

 

Queen of the Woods! (and Ticks)

Our first dog, Shiner was Queen of the Woods. She was always in the woods. Sniffing, running, digging, pooping. She was always doing something. She also had a lot of ticks on her over the years. Of course we always give our dogs tick and heart-worm medicine, but it doesn't seem to help to keep ticks off of them when they are in the woods all the time.

Now that Shiner has passed away, Brandy has taken over her job. Everyday she seems more and more like Shiner. Not the sick Shiner that we have known the last few years, but the healthy, digging, dirt covered dog that we fell in love with. She sits on the back of the couch watching over her woods. She loves belly rubs like Shiner did. She poops in the woods. She digs. She runs around the house like a psycho women. She's so much like her, it's scary. We are waiting for her to kill her first ground hog.

Anyway, this morning my sister came over. She was sitting in the chair petting Brandy. It was a very relaxing morning, when all of a sudden my sister screams, "Ew! She has a tick on her!"

I just looked over at her. So take it off, I thought.

"Go get dad!"

I got up and went down stairs to get dad. Of course, he was on the phone with an old friend. I told him and my mom and left. I came up and told my sister that he was coming, and I knew he would eventually. So, my sister sat in the chair with her hands on poor Brandy's face freaking out over this small bug.

I sat laughing at her. Eventually, Dad got off the phone and came up. He looked at my sister. He said, "I gotta poop."

He walked back into his room and my sister scowled. "Can't you take a poop later? There are more important things than pooping!" She shouted after him.

"Not to his colon and bowls," I said starring at my computer.

"Get it off," she said to me.

"No," I said without looking up. "You found it you do it."

My dad did take the tick off, so no worries. But, not until after his poop. Priorities man, priorities. 

If don't know what ticks are, my fellow blogger Justin over at A Conscious Omnivore just posted about them today. What a coincidence. You can find the post here!

Sunbathing

The sun shines through the window. The light spreads across the floor in stripes making the floor. Shadows become defined in the stripes as the furniture and dog toys have light shined on them. The light hurts my eyes as I just wake up. It's bright where it was once dark.

I walk out to the living room to see even more light spreading through the windows lining the wall. I walk to the kitchen but before I get there I see two dogs lying on the floor. Their shapes are defined in the sunlight as a shadow falls across the floor behind them. The sunlight makes their faces bright and they are hard to look at. It's almost as if the sun has given them a bright glow. Almost as if they are angels, sunbathing angels.

Spring is...

Today it was absolutely beautiful out. It was 70 degrees. Sunny. It was the perfect spring day.

To me, spring is...

Beautiful skies of blue with big fluffy clouds

New flowers blooming 

Spending time with my dogs outside and sitting on the porch enjoying the weather

Watching my dogs run through the yard after a long (weird) winter.

What is spring to you?