TIME OUT

Got up this morning feeling like. Nevermind what. And my lower intestinal tract seemed to agree.
I had a doctor's appointment that I canceled.
John had one that he went to.
Then I talked to Debbie Winchester (Actually I talked to her last night) and she had told me to try some Slippery Elm so I did, and then I began to feel better but not good.

So I took the camera and went out back and sat in the LifeSaver's Chair.

Which really is an extra tall director's chair that John put on a tree stump, overlooking our tiny fish pond.

All the dogs were out, including Nigel.
It was sunny and warm and I nearly fell asleep but the chair is a bit wobbly and about 4 feet off the ground so that didn't seem like a good idea.

Eventually, Nigel wandered over. This is how he travels. It is not good for his legs underneath but  nothing stays on and if I bandage it, It weeps and goos beneath the bandage. (Which comes off the moment he is inside and the leg is washed with betadine and dried and then sprinkled with PredF).

Conley joined us after a few moments, watching to see where his nemesis, Doc, is.

Doc, who has Nigel's towel that I use to help him in and out of the house, is across the yard pretending that he is not paying any attention to the other dogs, especially Conley, who he torments.

Nigel has found something green to munch. All my Bassets are like cows and I have often wondered about the futility of feeding very expensive, grain-free food when they practically mow the lawn for dessert.

The chief Predator remarks the movement of the prey.

The Prey is not totally without insight.

Dun dun dun dun (Hum "Jaws" here.)

The Prey glares dangerously.

 

 

 

Yeah oh well...