work in progress

Oh, our lawn. It's a place of beauty. When the snow melted, and the grass started to turn green (in our neighbors' yards), we realized something was wrong with our yard. It's simple really-we have no grass. Refusing to pay more than $7.50 for a green yard, I went to Target and picked up some all-in-one lawn patch. As you can tell, it wasn't quite enough. I finally accepted that our lawn is one giant patch in desperate need of some TLC. Too bad we lack motivation. Just check out the leaf and stick piles that have been sitting there for a week. It's kind of sad if you ask me.

aaah...fresh flowers

vegas on a binge

Vegas digested a squirrel with no problem...let's see how she handles a few dozen olives, a banana pepper, some tomatoes, a piece of pizza, and steak. No, it was not buffet night at our house; I just let my guard down. Since Vegas was outside, I cut up pizza toppings and left them on the counter. When she finally came inside, I had forgotten all about them. Well, Vegas found them and scarfed them up before I even had a clue. She looked so happy. She didn't like the mushrooms though-she left those completely alone.

After dinner, she jumped up and stole the last piece of pizza from the top of the stove. So, I put her outside as a very lenient punishment, and our next door neighbor came out with steak for her. Some punishment that was.

attack of the killer bushes

I have a bad feeling that these innocent looking bushes are going to overtake our house. They are currently very small, but there are six of them. At first, I thought they were just little plants, but as I was driving around today, I saw them everywhere…and they’re huge. I’m talking five feet square here, and if ours grow at that rate, the entire first floor will be enveloped in pink flowers. I’m guessing that someone didn’t quite read the planting directions for these suckers.

squirrels beware

Vegas is readjusting to life back at home. She just returned from two weeks at her grandparents' house where she frolicked in the woods, went swimming, and napped on the deck. It must have been fun because she is entirely bummed to be home. We call her, and she ignores us. I hold out treats, and she looks away. I finally resorted to giving her peanut butter toast to try to win her back, but when I ran out, she went across the room to sleep. So, this is what we get for our undying devotion? For the big bucks we spend on cool toys and flavored chewies?

We were relieved (kind of) to find out that there might be a reason for her behavior. On our way to Easter dinner, Matt's dad nonchalantly said, "Oh yeah. Guys, don't be surprised if Vegas gets sick. She ate a squirrel."

Great.

I don't even like squirrels running around my yard, so I can definitely live without seeing one regurgitated on my rug.

Each time we left her alone after that, I was scared we'd come back to find something insanely disgusting. We didn't. We were lucky. Though a few weeks ago she seemed to get sick for no reason at all, she now has a stomach of steel. Phew.

still standing

Aah...two weeks across the pond, and our house is still standing. Sorry for not mentioning it, but I had to keep it on the dl. You know, someone could have read this, seen that our lavish house would be vacant two weeks, and pillaged it! They could have stolen our sawn-in-half couch! Or our folding kitchen table! Oh, to think of such things.

Well, we're back. And with spring here, things could get a bit interesting on our corner. We have to do a little lawn work. With Vegas in control of the backyard, it has turned into a whitish, dead chunk of grass. It's not pretty, and I really don't want to be that house on the block with the dead grass and leaf piles. So, until next time, think lush, green thoughts, and I'll go to the hardware store for some good old fertilizer and a sprinkler or two.