Sunday Stills - Potluck (And A Couple Funny Lila Stories)

It's been so blasted hot here. Feels like August instead of the first week of June. I walked up to the barn after lunch the other day to check on everyone and found Hank in his favorite sleeping position.



That's not some fancy Photoshop frame around him. I was peeking between the stall bars.



He loves to sleep on his back. In this spot. I love it.



There is now a big entrance into the "inside" stall as well. We haven't decided what sort of door we want to build here, but figure we have months to study on it. Sigh. The sheep love the extra ventilation.



I took a couple different shots of Keebler getting a drink. I love the reflection and how if you look close (click to biggify) you can see all his curls... I couldn't decide which cropping showed me what I wanted to see/show (plus I thought his little armpit was cute ;-). How would you crop this?



I like my pictures to tell a story. Sometimes I'm the only one who can see it maybe.

Speaking of stories, here's a classic.

Last night Lila, sleeping on the porch all by herself and doing just fine, woke me up. I heard a soft baaaa. Then another. Then CLOMP CLOMP CLOMP! CLOMP CLOMP CLOMP! back the other way. I'd put her to bed about an hour earlier than she was used to and I figured she was off schedule and wanting to play.

I got up to go check on her. She was wound up. I sat down and tried to get her back to sleep (she loves to have her hair brushed back off her face like Keebler did/does) and then I heard a couple boys holler something, a car take off from the bottom of Stella's long driveway and then saw a big fireball.

I yelled for Tim to call 911 (I thought it looked like a car on fire) and we drove down to see what was going on. Some punk kids had set Stella's mailbox on fire. We have a great neighborhood (well, other than those kids and we think we know who they are). Everyone knows everyone and has everyone's phone numbers so I called Stella's grandson and he came up and we all talked to the sheriff for a few minutes.

One of us was wearing silly sheep pajamas. And a certain special sheep didn't get any credit for alerting us. "One of the animals on the porch woke us up..." Really Saint Tim??? There was only one animal on the porch and ALL the dogs slept right through the whole thing.

Okay, second funny Lila story. Just happened. I spend much of my time in the morning (when Lila first gets up) worrying about where she is and what she's into/eating. We had a botanist come out and survey our yard for poisonous plants (hence why I tweeted about teaching myself to run a chainsaw - a story for another day). Everything that's left is pretty benign. Pretty.

I was just thinking I really need to be checking on her (or doing so many other chores) rather than posting silly sleeping dog pictures to the blog and tap, tap, tap through the house and Lila walks into my office. "I'm right here Mom. Can we go to the barn now?" I'd apparently left the side door open when I fed the birds this morning.

Now I'm going to go get busy.

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