I just dug up about a million crinum lily bulbs!
And Badger helped.
Badger hates having her picture taken. She thinks it steals her soul or something, so if she knows the camera is pointed at her it’s a full snark situation.
Here she almost can’t believe the thing is after her again.
I think you can judge this expression for yourself:
And she’s such a sweet, happy girl otherwise. Oh, well.
Daisy, on the other hand, could care less. Or she doesn’t have the brain power to realize what is transpiring.
*No idea; just wanted to write it.
She’s just a dog. Like every other dog, she has her own personality, likes and dislikes, favorite foods and play toys. So why does she seem so special? That’s the question of the day: what makes her the best of the three… and that statement is not made lightly.
Bree is a spoiled brat, assured of her place as Queen of everything. She picks on the other two, wielding her larger paws like bats as she swats at their heads. If she wants their chews or food, she simply walks up and starts growling. Many fights have begun between Bree and Badger in such a way.
Daisy is a primitive psychotic. But she know enough about her spot in the pecking order that she does not fight. She might growl or posture, but she knows that she would lose in a match with either Bree or Badger.
The funny thing is, once she’s growled, they disengage. Why won’t they tangle with her? It’s a question for the ages. Can you tell I watch these dogs like they’re a science experiment?
Badger. The Honey Badger is sweet and loving like no dog I’ve ever known.
She can also be your worst nightmare. Her fights with Bree are getting more dire, only because she won’t back down, not even in the face of a larger opponent with bigger teeth. Honey Badger don’t care. She goes full out on everything; loving, fighting, eating, living. She’s the Auntie Mame of the canine world.
She’s the protector of us… and of those weaker than herself. She’s taken Daisy under her wing and when Bree tries to swat her on the head or take away her chew, Badger flies at the larger dog. She puts herself between them.
I’m sitting at my desk and Badger is draped across my lap asleep. At night she sleeps with us in bed, sometimes lying besides Mike, sometimes myself. Always wanting to touch, even in her dreams.
Badger is very attentive, even outside. She watches my face and eyes to make sure she misses nothing; not a direction or a kind word. She’s the only dog who comes when I call without fail, who goes inside and outside on my command. The other two, especially Bree, could care less. Well, Daisy is usually caught up in hunting and is loathe to obey.
So Badger is the best girl. Period.
After my sister in law and her friend left town I fell into a depression… not surprisingly. After working to fix the house up in preparation, then all the running about during their visit, it’s only natural to experience a let down.
Things are getting better after settling back down into a routine. Or rut. Still.
I hadn’t taken any pictures since they left, so went out this morning with a mission: shoot something. Anything!