There are certain things you don't want to deal with, regardless of time of day, you know? Stepping on the dead bits the cat(s) brought me yesterday was one of those things, another was that when I went to feed and water the dog and check on her puppies, I nearly steped on the fly encrusted headless mound of stench that was once an opossum. I guess she must have thought it was gonna get the pups and killed it, but good lord the smell, and I'm telling you, if I'd have stepped on it, I'd STILL be scrubbing my feet ok? Nasty.
We were reinvaded by ants after dinner too, little bastards.
This morning though, so far so good!
The puppies are, as puppies tend to be, adorable. The father is the neighbor's beast - some sort of boxer with 2 different colored eyes, (and a fascination with my garbage can) one blue and one brown. Our dog Sissy is part lab, part dalmation and part pit (I think) she's a mutt really, but those are the characteristics you can pick out. So we have 7 pups, one is a dalmation look-a-like, only she has bright blue husky dog eyes. She's beautiful. If I could afford a sex change for her, I'd keep her. Then we have 5 that are various combinations of black with white markings, a couple have different colored eyes, all cute, one female in particular. And one little guy is black and brown with 2 brown eyes, sounds plain, but the way he's marked is too cute. My Southern visitors will know what I mean when I say he looks like he's dusted with red clay dust. The brown hair is mixed in with the black, a bit like highlights, but from a distance he looks the color of good old NC dirt.
Yes, down here, the dirt is orange. The only place it isn't is in places that it's been cultivated and stuff. I remember coming back down here from New York and wondering at the color of the dirt where the road was cut into the sides of hills. Hell, in New York, the dirt is the same color as day old snow, black (lol sorry New Yorkers)
Anyway, there's that boring entry, hopefully I'll have something more/better to say later :)