Well, I've had two people from two......

completely different walks of life ask me the exact same question over the last two days. So, maybe God is telling me that I need to discuss the topic with all of you. So, here goes...

Well, crap! I'm afraid I'm going to have to save the serious conversation for tomorrow. Because I just HAVE to tell a couple of quick dog stories tonight. Sorry. I hate to do a little tease, but...well, maybe I don't hate to do it, because I'm pretty sure if I REALLY hated to do it I would have just erased the whole darn thing and started fresh.
Anyway....

This morning I came downstairs and saw a strange truck in the driveway. I went outside to check it out and saw our friend Bod, the concrete guy. Rod has a short list of vices, and concrete, along with tractors and dirt, is on the list. Evidently Bob and his crew were asked to fix a couple of bad spots on the driveway. Bob wasn't suppose to come till next week. But, because Bob is Bob, he came early. As I'm talking to Bob, Asa and Haver come running up all happy and, Asa, being Asa, is prancing like a princess! (I wonder if that's why everyone thinks he's a girl?) As Asa comes closer, I notice his normal "blond" fur has some new "highlights"....florescent orange paint!! Before the concrete guys could start digging to fix the driveway, they had to mark all of the underground stuff was with...yes! FLORESCENT ORANGE SPRAY PAINT!! Well, if you are a dog owner, you know that nothing makes a dog happier than to catch a sniff of something bad. As soon as they find the source of the smell, they put their head down and roll in it. (Haver did that last week to some bird poop!) Evidently Asa decided that spray paint smell was "deliciously smelly" and that he had to ROLL IN IT!!!

This is a small part on his neck:




This is a bit of a better picture:




I was trying really hard to get a really good picture of his "highlights," but all I could get was the two of them playing.



When I turn on the digital camera it makes a little "bling" noise. I'm afraid I've created a couple of hams because every time they hear the camera turn on, they start rough-housing!

When the paint predicament happened this morning, I was sure that I was going to blog
about that and show the pictures that I tried to take. But, after I had lunch with a dear, dear friend who asked me the same question that was asked of me yesterday (yes, yet another tease) I decided I should write about "the question." I actually started it and got as far as the first paragraph.

Then, about an hour ago, I went outside to move my car into the garage since the concrete had dried. As I pulled the car around the front, I noticed the dogs were out in the middle of the front yard with their heads together. When they heard my car, their heads popped up! I'm hoping that they are having so much fun in the yard, they won't want to come inside. Well, as soon as I opened the car door, they came running all happy and Asa was prancing...again! I looked down expecting to see an orange dog. Instead I found a prancing Asa with two frog legs sticking out of his mouth! I came inside, sat down and started typing this post. Sometimes, you just have to go with "Plan B."

I'll write about "the question" tomorrow.



Thanks for reading.

Annette