Father's Day

So today is Father's Day.

I never really knew my old man.

(Hart: I didn't know mine either.)

Mom said I looked a lot like my Dad.

She said he was a big orange fellow that she met on a fence one night during a full moon.

She said they made beautiful music together.

And that his name was "Tom."

(Hart: That's funny...that's what my mom said was my dad's name too...)

Maybe one day we'll see our fathers out there.

If we just keep looking out the window, maybe one day he will come by.

Maybe.

You just never know.

I did not know they could do that....

Hart and I were out in the garden the other day and he knocked over the empty white pot.

This critter was hiding underneath it!

It started hopping like crazy, but I caught it!

It fit in my mouth, all except the feet. They stuck out a bit, and that made it hard for me to let Bernie know I had CAUGHT something!

I ran from window to window trying to get his attention. Then all of the sudden....bleech! there was an awful taste in my mouth.

I had to spit the thing out...my mouth was all icky tasting. Later on Bernie said that when frogs get scared they pee.

NO!

NO WAY!!!!

Gross!!!! I would have NEVER tried to catch a frog in my mouth if I had known that. Why don't frogs come with warning labels or something?

Since it was still early in the day, Hart and I decided to pull up a piece of shade and just chill for a bit.

That didn't last long.

There he was again, that friggin' squirrel. Sitting on a branch just over us, flicking his tail and daring us to do something about it.

Well, I wasn't about to put up with that. I was off like a shot.

The nutcase squirrel raced ahead of me....

Ah ha...now I've got you, you little monster.

It was a stare down.

I kept looking at him until he finally lost his nerve and left.

Me: Still King of the Yard.