The little nip plants at the base of the tree are starting to grow a bit. They are not as good as last year's nip, but I love it anyway. I was hoping that exposing my belly at it would inspire it to grow big and strong.
I've been thinking a lot about my woofie Grete. She used to tease me a lot because she knew she could always get a rise out of me. Now we are buddies. She still sticks her nose into what I'm doing but I like it. She's a good woofie. Grete does not get her fair share of time on Cory's blog...and if little whippersnapper Cory won't share her spotlight, then it's up to me, Ginger The Good And Fair, to share what precious little blog time I get.
Mom abandoned us kitties to go walk Grete woofie in the park. Mom has to spell out w-a-l-k...but it does no good. Grete knows how to spell. The second mom even thinks about a walkie, Grete bounces all over the place. Today on her walkie, Grete was on special assignment.
I asked her to chase as many squirrels as she could. Grete ignored me! She looked at the squirrels, smiled at the squirrels and sniffed at them, but would not chase them. Grete said it's because of the leash...it's all mom's fault she couldn't chase the squirrels.
At least she could have brought one home for me. Is that too much to ask? Oh all right, we have a kazillion in the yard already.