

Bitsy, Lab/G. PyraneeseX, having supper in the weavery.

Some days are more peaceful than others. The salmon sunrise did indeed turn into a nightmare afternoon with the patio furniture being rearranged by Mother Nature. A few days later it snowed about an inch. The roadrunner brought me her offering then fluffed up on the pillar to wait for the sun to come out.
Bitsy feels like one of those really fluffy plush toys! Her fur is so soft and thick. Here she is about 3 months old. Growing like the proverbial bad weed, she will be a good guard for my front door.
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