#WingsWednesday

Since Andrew has been deployed, we've been helping to take care of Rambo.
Rambo may be the sweetest dog that ever lived. All he wants is love and attention. Alas, the shedding in which he is currently involved makes more than a few moments of that at any given time, nearly impossible.
As in, one begins to itch and sneeze at about the same moment it dawns upon one that their face, hair, and clothing is becoming uniformly downy-fied with dog hair.
Consequently Rambo is not allowed anywhere in the house except the sun porch (where his bed is, for sleeping at night) and a small quadrant of the kitchen.
Today I allowed him briefly -- with strict supervision -- into the studio, outfitted him with angel wings, and took his photo. The pirate flag was an added bonus.
Speaking of outside, the hummingbirds are relentless at my new feeder, which gizmo I only recently figured out (I think) how to keep from leaking onto the deck.
The new feeder replaced the old feeder -- which isn't actually old, only used -- which never leaked a drop last year, but which this year could do nothing else.
The hummies fly in by twos now: First comes a high-speed chase over, around, and past the feeder. Then one (the victor, I presume) comes back and chows down.
I take the pictures from inside the kitchen, where I watch the hummers while standing at the sink.
Other tiny things have come to visit me. One little person in particular, whose babyhood has sprouted wings and is about to fly away.
Dagny. Going on fifteen months old. Y'all! This kid loves life. She has a ball every single day.
She babbles and crawls (refuses to even contemplate walking) and sleeps and eats and snacks and naps and sings and plays and swims and makes more funny faces than any of us can hardly stand.
All we do is laugh.
Last night she spent the night with TG and me. It was her first-ever time to sleep over and the first time she'd ever been apart from her mother for more than a few hours.
She did great. She was tucked in by eight thirty and woke up only once -- at about midnight -- for reassurance.
Audrey's coming to retrieve her later, at the end of a busy day.
Here is Dagny wishing all of you a life as blissfully uncomplicated as the one she enjoys.
And that is all for now.
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Happy Wednesday


Reader Comments (5)
Rambo is looking good, and that second shot is so sweet! And of course Dagny is as sweet as ever, and growing way too fast!
The hummers love my fuschia, and I love to watch them.
PS - Bob loved that video from Andrew, and we both loved hearing his laugh.
Rambo is precious and Dagny is adorable.
Both have beautiful, expressive eyes, but Dagny wins the prize because she doesn't shed!
Such a beautiful dog! Our Hopper Henry is shedding badly right now also; I'm hoping it will pass!
Dagny is growing up so beautifully; she's a doll and I know y'all enjoy every moment.
xoxo
A perfect summer time. I wonder if Rambo feels funny shedding his coat?
Rambo is a misnomer for sure - look at his melting eyes! When our Golden was alive, I couldn't wear black unless I wanted the hairy look. Dagny is such a charmer. Both our own twins and several of my Grands didn't walk until after 15 months. I began to think I was going to have to carry them to Kindergarten. I bet you and TG needed a little nap when Dagny went home...at least that's how I feel when we've had Sam for a few days! No new post on my blog - I'm still on a "break." Just thought I'd visit.