The other day we did chores, of course ........it's a constant thing around here. It was a nice day and I hung out in the yard when my cowgirl went inside to do more laundry.......that's been a constant for the last couple of days, too, wow!!

Anyway, as I patrolled our yard I discovered an interloper; a very cute, fuzzy, and scared one. I snuggled up with him in the sun, and he seemed to feel a little better.

Charlie!!!!! I'm being called, but I don't want to leave Fuzzy Wuzzy.......what to do?? She glances down from the deck, sees that I'm fine, just kicking back, she doesn't notice the little guy behind me, so she goes on with her day.

I thought I might need to let her know about our addition, so I ran up to our door, whined, she opened the door and I ran off. She did not find this amusing, and the second time I did it she said "If we had an open well, I'd think Timmy was in it"

I don't know what any of that means, but within a few minutes she steps off the deck, headed to our truck to go run errands. She calls me, looks over at me, and finally notices our new friend.

Awwwwwwwww, she scoops him up and snuggles him while telling him how cute he is. I wasn't at all jealous about THAT!

She said she was sure she knew where he belongs, so we stopped by Neighbor Guy's on the way to town. Sure enough, Fuzzy Wuzzy had moved in recently and had wandered off, losing his way.

I was sad to leave him behind so I rode on the console and snuggled as close as I could with my cowgirl.

We unloaded a ton of cereal for my long face buddies, gave all of them some, plus hay and water, then worked in the barn a little while.

Finally we ate supper. I got eggs over my dried brown bits, my favorite!!!

I crashed for the night, even though she kinda disturbed my sleep with al the running up and down the stairs with laundry. Sigh, I guess I'll get over it.

I was mucho distracted yesterday morning.

While we did chores I could hear my newest buddy, Fuzzy Wuzzy, whining. I grew quite concerned so I just had to skedaddle over to Neighbor Guy's to check on him.

Dear heavens, he's in prison!!!!!

What to do, what to do????? I ran back and forth between my buddy and my cowgirl. I tried to tell her we needed to do something. She told me he was just fine, and that being put in a pen is what happens to dogs who run away, then she raised her eyebrow........... soooooooo, I don't want to discuss that anymore!!

But, but, but my buddy is crying and I must check on him, so I did about 73 times today.

My cowgirl had a blast this afternoon!!

She got to pull out a stuck Ford, and she laughed and said "My favorite" !!!

She has been a whirlwind today. She's on the phone, on the laptop, repeat and repeat. It was pointed out to me than I was perhaps, less than helpful when she was working on the laptop. I think she could show some gratitude myself.