I think Ms. Poopy needs an intervention

Spring is in the air and I couldn't be happier. The birds are singing. And Ms. Poopy gets more outside time. This makes Ms. Poopy happy. Not to mention the odds of her going poop-dee-doo outside increase substantially. Which really makes us all happy.

The southern God of flowers (azaleas) are in full bloom. And the colors are breathtakingly beautiful.

All over town, the azaleas and dogwoods are beckoning the birds and the bees. But spring in the south is brief.

Soon all those blooms will be gone and the azaleas will be just another green bush. That needs to be trimmed.




While working in the yard this weekend, I noticed a LOT of gold dust. Every place I stepped became a miniature dust storm.



Pine pollen! It seems a cruel fate for the pine pollen to roll out just when the weather is beginning to be kinder.

This pollen covers everything. Our town is covered in a yellow blanket. My car is barely recognizable.

And have I mentioned my pollen allergies? I sound like Peter Brady when his voice was changing. Really the only difference is I dress better.




And how does a short dog react to pine pollen? Why, she sniffs as much of the stuff up as she can. She seems to LOVE it! Snort, sniff, lick, lick.

If she didn't have a gimpy back, I swear she'd be humping the pine trees.




Does Betty Ford have a rehab unit for dogs?