Talk To The Hand

 Sunday afternoon, late afternoon, we had a few cool breezes pop up which made sitting in our new area of the yard something that could finally come to fruition and be enjoyed.

 Izzy of course was on leash because of her huge curiosity about anything that moves and her inability to stay in the yard and return when called.  

You can see that she also has a new collar since her last one came into possession of her mouth within a week after being purchased.

She had chewed so much off the end that it was difficult to get looped and was almost too short.

She's our naughty girl.

*said with much love*

Rowdy was without leash.

All he wanted to do was try to get Hubby to feed him a few ice cubes from his cup, and give me kisses, which is his way of reminding us that he wants his afternoon walk.

*our ever faithful and unforgetful pup*

This was Hubby's first sit in the chairs and he vetoes their comfort... but that's ALWAYS the case with him.

If he didn't choose it then of course it's uncomfortable.

I say green.  He says red. I say high.  He says low.

Sometimes I'm not sure how our marriage works, but it does.

He wants a traditional style Adirondack.

One that sits lower to the ground, leans back further,

and is nearly impossible to get out of if your knees give you

age problems.

I told him to order one he likes

and quit complaining.

*grrrrr*

Sometimes as a wife you just don't want to hear it and have

to advise the Hubs to "talk to the hand".

So, it looks as though I have two chairs all to myself.

Want to come sit with me?

Hee hee