Miss Mess

Came home to eight little puddles tonight.

Apparently the dog walker left Gretchen's gate loose enough for her to open (at least we hope that's what happened). In the absence of superiors and having free reign of the house, she left eight little anxiety filled puddles.

I suppose this is just one of many reasons for me to start buying beer two cases at a time.


- b

ps. the puddle is not a picture of pee. It's Nature's Miracle.

pps. sorry Ma. I know you wanted pictures of flowers, but it was dark and stormy when I got home - both inside and out.