Going to the Dogs

Yes, my life is going totally to the dogs. These lounging ladies are the bane of my walking existence. Look at them lying across a doorway into the television room. They also lay in front of the door from my room and the door into the dining room, the entrance to the house once you pass the door from my room. They appear to be everywhere.

One of the joys of my life in Arlington is the weekly farmer's market at the courthouse. See the line on the far right? It continues around the van to unknown depths, since my picture is poor. But look at the sign I captured while trying to get a picture of Cindy in line - no dogs allowed during the farmer's market. Coooooool.

Today I went there and bought multicolored mini-tomatoes, mini sweet peppers, gooseberries, corn fresh off the stock, chanterelles, baby crimini mushrooms, mango peaches, an heirloom tomato, a boneless pork roast from a properly raised pig, a whole truely free range chicken and legs from properly fed and raised chickens. Cindy bought berries and peaches at the long line place and bread. The line was very short today. Hurray! The food was amazing at dinner tonight. Thanks to farmer's market, it is pretty easy to eat well here.

You may think that I have it rough with the dogs that block all my doorways. But look at what I saw this morning as I looked up the stairs to Eric and Cindy's room. These damn dogs are determined to kill someone. Don't they know that if something happens to us, they will be shown to the nearest dog "shelter" ASAP? That is, if I am the one who survives.