Oh dear. What happened here? Did he drop dead from all the beauty?
Or is he doing that thing that dogs do when they come across something utterly irresistible (a piece of rotting fish, a desiccated wood vole): drop to the ground and roll around maniacally in an attempt to get it all UP IN THERE?
I'd like to think it's the latter. It's how I'm feeling, at least. Spring is here and I want to roll around in it, I want carry its scent with me wherever I go. The ancient bluebell woods are calling, and I long to see them.
There's a Bonbon Oiseau sale going on at Fab.com. Here's a little peep show - to see them in all their bodacious glory, you have to go to Fab. All's I'm sayin' is that whenever I wear one of Deb's creations, someone touches me inappropriately.
This weekend I stepped out onto the balcony for the first time in months to take a peek at how my roses are getting on. After clearing out the dead leaves, empty beer cans, dryer lint (?) and random pieces of paper towel (??), I started seeing tentative signs of life. I got so excited I couldn't keep my paws off the thorny little bastards - and consequently retreated scratched and bloodied like a tom cat from his first fight. May is coming! May is coming! May is coming!
OK, so May isn't really coming anytime soon, but a girl can dream, can't she? A girl can dream about a whole vacation planned around roses, can't she? How about a trip to a rose festival, where the world's most fragrant roses are produced? Or a journey through the most beautiful rose gardens on earth? On this dark, gray February day, the thought of rose-filled adventures lifts me from the gloom.
Other earthly delights getting me through the day: