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Happy Fourth, Oliver!

Oliver is four years old today. Unfortunately for Oli, both Mommy and Daddy had to work today, so it was a pretty uneventful birthday. But don’t worry, he had a busy holiday weekend, and we will make it up to him later this week. I’m thinking, maybe a trip to P-e-t-S-m-a-r-t or L-o-w-e-s or B-a-s-s-P-r-o-S-h-o-p…See, here is Oliver helping me with the garden and the landscaping. Doesn’t he look like he’s ready to spin some tunes? D.J. Oli Doggie!

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Garden Supervisor

We’ve been very busy in the yard the past week or so. That is, in between rain storms and trying to dry out the basement!

I’ll have more details and pictures soon, but for now, I’ll just leave you with a picture of my gardening companion and vigilant supervisor:

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Crop Circles

I’ve uncovered the secret to crop circles:

Golden Retrievers love rolling and rutching their backs in tall grass.

Well, that’s what Oliver likes to do, anyway.
Sunday was a big-work-outside day. I was afraid I was running low on my reclaimed from the cabin paving stones for my backyard project, we’ve been pilfering from that stack for the front yard for a while. So I decided I had better lay them out to see how many I could still take. And it’s a good thing too, because I had exactly enough left for my backyard project. Not one more or one short.

Of course, I didn’t take a picture of the finished walkway, I’ll try to do that soon. But you get a picture of Oliver instead. I think my old cell phone took better photos than the new one, but that’s what was handy. Oli doesn’t get to this part of the yard very often, but I moved his rope so he could be near me, but not so close he could trip me up as I carried heavy stones across the yard! So, as you can see, he enjoyed himself. Also, you can see we seriously need to mow!

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Bathing Beauty

Right this moment, Oliver is getting a bath. Lewis sent me this picture with the cell phone.

Doesn’t he look miserable? It’s just terrible the way we torture this poor creature. Forcing him to be clean and smell nice. It’s a shame, I tell you.