Olga and I were out in the yard a few minutes ago, making the early morning rounds and checking out the plants, when the neighborhood fox began barking a short distance away. Olga, of course, went ballistic and threw herself at the fence a couple of times before I convinced her to come inside. The fox hasn't made an appearance yet but he was close by. I think we may see him soon, with Olga safely indoors.
The picture above shows our geums, which just began blooming -- even the one I accidentally pulled up, mistaking it for a weed. Olga is in the background, feeling blurry.
Speaking of Olga, we gave her the last of the lamb stew last night. She loved it and wolfed it down. (I definitely witnessed the origin of that expression -- because a dog is pretty much a wolf, after all, and Olga can make huge amounts of food disappear almost instantly. I'm not sure dogs really taste anything.)
We got a good laugh because although she wolfed down the stew, she left behind the carefully licked-clean bay leaf.
Oh, and her replacement Kong arrived yesterday, so all is once again right with the world.