I Love Lucy

What a sweet dog!  She's already house-broken.  I followed a friend's advice to get a crate.  Very good advice.  She's definitely still in the puppy stage.  Because I'm teaching this dog new tricks.  Unfortunately, my friend and advisor is an old dog.  He can't learn new tricks.  But I like him anyway.

The Daddler loves Lucy because she has brown eyes.  The same shade as Mother's.  Mine are brown, too, but a little darker.  My three sibs got the recessive eye color gene, and I got the dominant brown.  Which is totally opposite of what I learned in my high school biology class.  But we're not fruit flies.  Well, one of us has the empathy quotient of a fruit fly.  But the memory, and I'm sure, the life span, of an elephant.

I wonder if The D has listened to too much late night talk radio and is starting to believe in reincarnation.  Because he seems to think the dog has Mother's eyes.  Maybe she does.  I can think of worse creatures to become in another life.  A fruit fly.  Slug.  Leech.  Yuckkkk...  I think, if I believed in that and I could choose, I'd be an owl.  Or an eagle.  Preferably, an endangered species.  For practical reasons.  Wouldn't it be great to fly?  I don't like the idea of eviscerating uncooked rodents for my din-din, but I do love my steak really, really rare.  I hate organ meat, though. 

But that's crazy talk.  Back to Lucy.  As you can tell in this picture, the sun is shining.  Flowers are blooming.  Our dog is happy.  All's right with the world.  For a change...