Duck Season! Wabbit Season! Squirrel Season??!
Now there are a few Southern Pecan trees around our yard and after L'il Sis and I go out for our constitutional we like to look around and partake of one or nuts. Sometimes we'll even grab one or two and take inside to snack on. Which usually leads to a little lecture about the mess the shell makes. Oh well, wotcha gonna go?
What's disturbing is Papi has taken to telling anyone that will listen, that L'il Sis and I must be part squirrel. Really! OH REALLY! Talk about squirrelly! Have you met the man? Here it is - only into the first week of February - and everytime we go out the man is already planning his yard work (pruning, trimming, grass cutting) schedule - while wearing his heavy coat and a wool cap to keep his head warm. (Somebody toss him a peanut.)
sigggghhh! Papi's a good guy and means well, but if Mommi didn't remind him occasionally to just relax and take it easy, he'd work on stuff (and not just for himself) until he physically couldn't work. He's been better about it since I've been here, but I've heard stories about how he'd work non-stop all day before he had his accident (in 2010). I keep an eye on him when Mommi's not here and I will say that last year he made a concerted effort to pace himself, take plenty of breaks, and keep hydrated. Good Job Poppi!
That's about all for now.
Hugs, Kisses and Belly Rubs for all!