What kind of adventure could Abby and I get into?
It's going to be hard to top "telework lunch" (SO much better than those sandwiches from the machines at work that are carbon dated for freshness)
BLT with candied bacon and Basil Aoili and a cup of homemade soup.
I remember when I did that for Barkley (who was on his lead in the yard in my little crash pad condo that wasn't fenced).
He tried to first hump it (get your blurry dog photos here!) but as it rolled that didn't work out so well, think less love scene in Romeo and Juliet and more bears mating on roller skates.
Then he tried to bite it. That also wasn't working so well, the jaws, just NOT big enough.
My friend and I watched from the
tailgate of my truck safety of the jeep, with a glass of mead.
It was only a matter of time.
I had to tell them I actually saw the Batmobile on Interstate 70!
Me:. "I waved, he waved. But he didn't signal when he was changing lanes."(Seriously, I about ZAP!POW! BAM!'d his back bumper when he suddenly cut in front of me.)
Friend #1."The Bat Signal is only for use in emergencies."
Friens #2: "People signal Batman; Batman doesn't signal people."
Then we'll play with Abby. She gets very excited when people come over and does this "crocodile death roll" on the couch while making little noises like a demented air compressor. Then she moves in with those big brown eyes for those pats and loves.
pet me pet me pet me pet me
Then some dinner - I think we should just have dessert with dinner. With wine as we have a designated driver.
Pavlova - meringue shell full of fresh whipping cream and topped with fresh fruit.
Then back home to sit out on the porch with some wine while Abby soaks up all the pats and loves.
Sounds like a plan! Abby might not have a ball - but as they say in the United States "We will have a ball!"