Okay, off to take photos for my blog and water the back garden. Whoops, big mistake! I had Bobby wrapped around my legs the entire time or jumping into my face. (He's gotta stop that because I now have a split lip.) And then I turn on the sprinkler. Good God!!! He went crazy. He's an Australian Border Collie, so very smart and very busy! He thought he had to herd the water. The next thing I know he's soaking wet and still as wacky as ever! Then worse, he starts jumping on me. I have to go into the house for the second change of clothes. Okay, THAT'S IT! Knock it off.
I came back out fully dressed and clean and started to take photos, only to find myself saying, like always, "Honey, knock it off." No. The photo shoot didn't go so well because my assistant was a bit of a handful! He might need medication. Or hell, perhaps I do! Is there a doctor in the house? Maithri...? Baby Suzanne? Help!
Well, to make a long story short, I got through the photo shoot, but not without a 3rd change of clothes. My life.
My very first rose of the season. As most of you know, it's on the climber I was going to dig up and send sailing after last years fiasco with black spot. Apparently she's decided to redeem herself. Wow...just desserts. But I'm not holding my breath. I'm confident she'll go belly up in a month or so.