Livin' The Dream

All summer we have found a tiny, green tree frog living inside our hot tub. He’s just under the flap and above the water line where the steamy, hot conditions are the best. We assume he spends his time perched there pretending he is in the Amazon, sweating profusely and narrowly avoided death by fierce anacondas. We always shoo him out when we get in and I hope he isn't going back to his tiny tree frog buddies and boasting,

“I’m livin’ the dream bitches, livin’ the dream.”

Nobody likes a douchebag…

Wordless Wednesday

Day 27 – 30 Day blog Challenge

Pets

I grew up in the country, just down the road from my grandparents farm. There was horses, cows, pigs and chickens. Not to mention cats and dogs.

Growing up we always had a dog or a cat, usually both. They were house pets and part of the family.

As a couple we have always had a cat or a dog too. When we were first living together my husband got me a beautiful tabby cat from the shelter. Her name was Calypso and she was a doll. She was funny and sweet, just what you want in a pet.

After she died I got my husband a dog from an ad in the local pennysaver. A golden retriever chow mix, free to a good home. He was the best dog I have ever owned. We had him for 14 years and he was never bad, not once.

We have had cats on and off too, strays that find there way from the farm next door. Sometimes we just can’t pass up a cute little kitten.

We have had this cute, little kitten for about 6 years now. She is not very nice, but she is mellowing in her old age.

We got a new puppy after we lost our big, old, yellow dog. She likes to bite people, she runs away and doesn’t listen. She eats anything she finds. She is lazy and looks like a junkyard dog most of the time.

But, damn, if she isn’t adorable!