On deck

We’re never going back inside. Unless it rains.

Or gets dark.

Or there’s a loud noise.

Or it’s bedtime.

That’s right. We’re deck people now.

Al fresco

Just one dog’s celebration of summer. And dinner.

Whenever you’re ready

Don’t rush through your gardening. I’ll be right here when you’re ready to turn on the hose for me.

It’s really hot out, but you just keep doing what you’re doing. I’ll be fine.

At least the tomatoes are happy

It’s been raining day and night. One night there was thunder, and Poppy and Pickles had to sleep in the den, because everybody knows that’s the only safe place on Earth – but only if Poppy’s in there, too.

Another time, there was a tiny bit of tiny hail, and neither Poppy nor Betty could make it stop. That was also quite terrible.

This is no time to be a weather princess.

One eye open

Well, barely.

But if Piks wanted to keep an eye on the yard while napping on the bed, she totally could.

As always

There’s a story here.

Betty was in the house one lovely afternoon when Pickles walked in whimpering.

Why are you crying?

You’ve had lunch.
You went for a walk.
The back door is open, so you can go outside anytime you like.

But Piks kept whining, so Betty got up and followed her outside. Where she found this:

Maybe next time Piks wants to play, Betty will be more cooperative.

Now behind the ears

Didn’t we just have to deal with Betty on this issue?

Fine, Poppy, you can stay on the chaise. Just this one time.

Patience

Betty’s sitting on Pickles’ chaise again. It really wasn’t built for two. Maybe tomorrow she’ll finally give up the fight and sit in the other chaise.

We’re still talking about Betty.

Those summer nights

Ah, the memories: deck parties, house guests, skunks, and rogue squirrels.

Good times.

Basking

The sun is warm, the air is cool, and the hose is handy.