In the past few days, my head has been spinning over personal and world events. While there is a lot I want to say, I have realized that I have no idea how to even say some of it, let alone all of it. I decided that pictures of Fargo is the way I need to go.
A few weeks ago I planted flowers in our three patio pots. I took a picture over the weekend of how pretty they were looking as the plants filled out and the flowers started to bloom:
Unfortunately, Fargo decided flower petals were very fun to pull off. Hubby was “outside” with him but really he was reading and not paying attention to the new game Fargo was playing.
Previously, I had a picture of a blue bird sitting on top of a blue bird box. There are babies in the box and they are making some interesting sounds. Fargo felt the need to check it out after he observed the momma bird exiting the box (the birds are used to us and to Fargo and were not disturbed by his curiosity).
We are still using the soccer ball obsession to wear him out, though he’s doing a good job of destroying the ball in the process. This is why we can’t have nice things:
Fargo is not known for subtlety when it comes to “PLAY WITH ME”:
Fargo pees on the mint (so much for putting it in iced tea), runs through the perennial beds, steals strawberries, and is an all around mischief maker. Fargo also makes us smile and we love the little bugger.