A day in the studio with my four-legged friend.

Meet Libby, the black mound of fluff

that you see on the first page of the blog (to the left).

She is a pack animal - must be in the thick of things.

Sometimes she hangs out in car while I am working;

other times she likes the full sun where she can play sentry.

She likes soft places to sit - notice the felt disc on the garage floor

This is an old halloween costume - an oreo cookie that

works well as a pouch puff

No sun this day - so she opted for the car

cozy

Basking in the sun

Oh what a life.

and here is the dog-mistress in my spot after I leave for the office!

No rain on Sunday

Tent left over from a shindig the night before.

Ambler Farm: one of my favorite places.

Here is my winter post on the farm.

To celebrate the fine day -

the first day sans rain in ages,

miss is suggested a picnic

then a walk.

This is heaven for Libby.

Her ears flapping in the wind,

looks like she could take flight.

Here is our double figure 8 loop

and looking back.

Beautiful.

I just love the lollipop trees.

We picked dessert right off the blackberry bushes.

delish

headed for the second loop

watched these gorgeous butterflies connect

then visited the animals

new chickies - I counted 28

Libby loves the new lambies

they're old friends now

Next weekend: the garden.

We buy wonderful organic veggies here all summer.

This is where the knit wits scarecrow will reside.

Eagle Eye

Ready to pounce

Where did that critter go?

I'll get you my pretty

Sunday morning - middle of the long weekend - I expected to enjoy a nice long sleep... Nope.

Sneezing attack. Then Libby, the sometimes darling pooch, whined at the edge of the bed, on my side of course.  She was relentless.   So I went through the drill - let Libby out, got her food ready, opened the curtains, movement, fur, a wild critter, yup, in the Living Room, on the window ledge!  I am not generally a crazy screaming type; this proved to be the exception.  

  

Back track a day; Saturday, while I was working in the studio, aka garage, I left the doors open so Libby could go in and out at will. We do this regularly, usually without incident. DH arrived back home and was working quietly when he heard Libby chasing something madly around the upstairs. Checking the scene he was met with a chipmunk racing down the stairs and Libby close at its tail.  Snatching Libby to avoid what most definitely would have been an awful bloody mess (but from Libby's perspective would have been a glorious conquest), DH barricaded Libby in a bedroom and began the hunt for the speed-racing chipmunk.  With all the doors open we figured the little guy found its way out of the house - nope, he cowered in some dark corner and successfully hid for another 12 hours.

The funny thing was, that very day I read an entry from a newly discovered blog, Ann Leary, a writer who happens to be very funny, and her post was coincidently about the very thing I just described - wild animal in house - but so much more entertaining.  Start the day with a laugh or smile and read:  Ann Leary: May 23, 2008.