|Lucy and Annabelle|
Lucy, the oldest, is thoughtful, reflective, serious, stubborn. She wants what she wants.
Annabelle is happy go lucky, waking each day in a new bright shiny world. She’s energetic, goofy, still a puppy.
Fayetteville is the perfect place for them…a grassy back yard with easy access, large enough to run and play and chase each other. This week, however, each morning we awake to a heavy dew, hanging on to each blade like drops of mercury, glistening. The grass is coated until lunchtime, turning the dogs into muddy piglets who trounce on the bed with no warning. I have washed the linens three times this week.
They manage to stay off the wet lawn, by entertaining themselves behind the garage. I know this is bad. I will pay later, but cherish this time with my computer and coffee.
Eeyore walked all round Tigger one way,
- and then turned and walked round him the other way.
- “What did you say it was?” he asked.
- “Ah!” said Eeyore.
- “He’s just come,” explained Piglet.
- “Ah!” said Eeyore again.
- He thought for a long time and then said: “When is he going?”