Narrow Escape

Whew, it was a close one!  I'd done the after-chores cool down.  I'd sat on the deck.  I'd watched a rerun or two on TV.  I was bored.  I was this close to picking up a dustrag when Bessie warned me that something was going on outside that needed our attention.  Of course, when we went out, there was nothing there.  She continues to hear and see things that are not there, but I give her the benefit of the doubt.  Luckily, however, while outside I noted a patch of weeds in the Spanish lavender that demanded pulling immediately.  I was saved!  The chickens were happy with the armload of weeds and I was happy just because.  A ready-made excuse like that doesn't come along every day. 

It was a good day.  Good dog, Bessie Anne!