Saturday, February 28
Nope. It's not summer yet.
"Hey, come here and do what I do."
"Now keep whimpering until he gives us a cookie.
Heavy on the puppy-dog eyes."
"That got him. Gimme 4."
Only managed to dry fit the conduit to the dog house.
One of the klepto-poopies ran off with my PVC cement.
Spent nearly an hour looking for it. Found it buried in the snow.
Someone also slimed my flashlight and proudly pronked off with my gloves.
OK, confess. Was it you, Esther?
