Today was even warmer than Wednesday, and so after work Mr. Dog and I again went-a-walking. After a quick change of clothes and eating a bit of frosting from a spoon, that is. Mr. Dog was a little jealous since he had to wait until we got home to eat his dinner.
I'm still vacillating on the house numbers. I don't think the brass will show up against the siding, and black seems odd when there isn't a speck of black anywhere on the house (OK, I'm exaggerating, there simply must be black somewhere). I guess I need to start by deciding if I'll put them on the siding or on the trim. BerryBird has got me all paranoid that I may be breaking some town ordinance.
After discovering that FF's little dust mop of a dog had peed all over Mr. Dog's dog bed, I rushed out to pick up a new one. I've lost count of how many we've gone through. The first several Mr. Dog ripped open and ate the fluff, but I can't recall the specific demise of the rest. The one that got peed on today was filled with cedar chips, which I imagine don't go through the washing machine very well. I'm not sure that this new one was the best choice, as Mr. Dog keeps trying to flip it over. Why won't he just curl up inside its nice chenille softness?