Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Leaves and Song
Baby Pearl is filthy.
She has been playing out in the leaves and the leaf dust is clear to the skin. Much as I hate to do it since I know she will be right back out there, I have to consider bathing her. She snowplows through the leaves in the backyard and in places, they are over her head. She is having such a good time.
Without warning, Pearl charged up the stairs like she'd been doing it for years. Now we have to put the gate up on the deck stairs because she is so fast, she'll be up before we know what is happening.
Pearl got a clean bill of health from the vet, this weekend. She has gained more than five pounds in two weeks. She is eating like a horse.
No quilting in days. It may be awhile before I can get back in to my sewing room to actually quilt.
Minutes ago, Evelyn sua sponte launched into a song. We sang along with her (she has a lovely voice) and Pearl looked at all of us like she'd landed in the lunatic asylum.
Off to have a glass of wine.