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We spent a lot of time out in the garden with Jack and Jill yesterday and the sky was spectacular; and last evening during one of our forays out there the sky appeared bright rosy pink off in one direction and a fiery orange-gold in the other.
Jack and Jill frisked about madly for most of the day. While it's true they have a daily hour-or-more ravine walk, their movements on the forest trails are somewhat controlled. We keep them on the leash and out of the underbrush since invariably they pick up countless burrs, and that's a nuisance to them and to us.
I had, earlier in the morning of this day that began hot and humid but became progressively cooler as the wind picked up and brought in a new front, cut their hair. Their hair grows incredibly fast and before we know it, they begin to look kind of shaggy, and their faces and paws need trimming. If I begin trimming I always feel I might as well trim all of them properly. I always feel a mild sense of accomplishment and relief when they've been groomed and look so sweetly tidy.
That doesn't last very long, though, and they soon once again begin to resemble messy little tykes. To my eye, that is, anyone who looks at them thinks they're perfectly well groomed and 'adorable', we're so often told.
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