Yesterday while leaving work, I spotted these two canoodling by the man-made pond outside my building. I had to move slowly to get the shot and was feeling a little like the ducky paparazzi. Luckily I didn’t disturb them.
There is a turtle that likes to hang out in the larger side of the pond. A few evenings I have spotted him hanging out by the surface. He has remained camera-shy as each time I try to get a pic of him, he ducks down and swims away.
What is the equivalent of placing a tom boy in a dress? That would be Abby getting an actual bath. She is not happy unless she is dirty. Hubby bathed her and brushed her to get out all her loose fur because she can shed like nobody’s business! We could probably construct another dog from all the hair she loses.
Bath time is usually followed up by 12 hours of sulking to make sure we notice her disdain. She absolutely loves to be dirty! We have red decomposed granite in the back yard which turns her fur pink. While hiking someone will usually ask me if it is natural for her to be ‘peach’ colored, or if I did that on purpose like she was some punk rocker’s dog. I usually have to explain why she looks that way. Her fur is a gorgeous white but we don’t see it very often. All the ‘Oh, how pretty you look’ comments don’t seem to matter. She is not happy unless she is dirty.
Here is Smokey trying out her new dryer hose. Dryer hoses are lots of fun when you are a ferret! They make a really cool sound when one is running through it. Just ask Smokey. Here she is adjusting to her new digs. Her face is a bit of a blur. She doesn’t sit still much.
Yesterday she and I were in the middle of a game of chase when Abby decided to join in. Abby of course had to be the leader of the pack and ran ahead. I was in the middle offering up encouragement to all playing, and the Smokester was heading up the back chattering away the entire time. Abby at one point decided to stop quick which pretty much sent me sailing over her. Luckily I didn’t get hurt. Smokey caught up to me and instead of pouncing on me she just stood in front of me looking up at my face as if to say ‘I know I’m supposed to do something here. I’m just not quite sure what!’ Then the chase began all over again.
Just a typical night in the Monsoon residence.