Mork's New Crate

This crate was flush with the wall and the dresser. Mork decided to move it by means of the sheep skin which he pulled through the "bars." He enters occasionally but usually sleeps on the foot of the bed. He's almost a year old and walking better (not so much pulling unless he sees one of the many rabbits that live around here.) He's been housebroken ever since he's been here and he has quit chewing everything in sight.
All together, a pretty good dog.

Neighbor's Flag

You can tell from this photo that it is partly cloudy and WINDY for our Memorial Day. The flag looks like the one flown on the moon - straight out - but this one is from a strong south wind.

Waffles for Supper

Something happened to the non-stick feature of the machine. Even though mangled, they should taste ok, right? I tried. Awful! Substitute: sandwiches.

The Back Gate

L. wanted to take a picture of me standing under this rose bush. Not wanting to do this, I stood there, trying to smile and knowing it wasn't going to be a good outcome.
He handed me the camera after two shots and I took this one of the driftwood, cement blocks used to stop any animals (Mork) digging under the gate and the lovely roses. The two he took have been deleted, permanently.

Surprise

As we were eating lunch near the sliding glass door that goes out to the screened in back porch, I saw a smiling man walk toward the south side of our back yard.

This was quite a surprise since we have all the gates locked. He waved and I automatically waved back! We had a request in to our cable/phone company to come out today to staple up a phone line that was hanging loose. HOWEVER, when the request was made, the clerk asked if there was a dog in the yard. I replied we would bring him in because she assured me they would call before they came out.

No call - so that was the reason for the surprise.   How did he get in? A handy-dandy step ladder he had on his truck let him climb up and jump down into the yard. A hint for burglars - carry your own ladder. ( I believe that's what the kidnapper of the Lindbergh baby did.)
L. grabbed the watch dog, Mork, before he could exit the doggy door. It was just dumb luck that the dog wasn't in the yard. I don't think he would bite, but he makes a lot of noise. He barks when I walk down the hall toward the bedroom where he and L. are watching television. I keep telling him that I live here but he's "en garde!"

Small Rainbow

The trumpet vine on the left and the honeysuckle on the right are framing our little rainbow.  L. was watering that corner yesterday. The pampas grass needed rain. . . I guess they all needed it.

N.side done: S. side ready

The first photo is the north side of the house/garage, finished yesterday by the house painter, L.
The second is of the shutters from the south side, propped in front of the house after power wash by same worker, L.
The sun is too hot to work on the south side so that will have to wait till evening or tomorrow morning.
In our previous house where we lived for 45 years, we all remember how it took four years to complete one paint job. One side each year on those striated shingles was about all he could handle. Although I remember one year when some neighbors helped him out! That was a good year.