Dog Womit

I've just watched some All Creatures Great & Small (sorry, David) and last night was the episode in which the enormous dog has a "womitting" problem. Today, my dog Friday had a similar problem. Why? No, she's not sick. And she didn't eat something weird. No, she ate too quickly. What the heck. I have never eaten so fast that I've needed to throw it right back up two minutes later. Ew. So now the apartment smells a bit funky ... Double-ew.

I'm a bad, bad naughty blogger!

I posted nothing during the month of July. Oh, I tried, I really did, but ... it was a big month. Soooo I will post more in the coming months as things settle down. Especially as things progress across the pond.

There is an enormous black widow living in the loops of my longe line at the barn, hovering over an egg case. I tried spritzing her with my all natural, semi-effective fly spray, and now I've no idea where she gone to. Hopefully she is not hiding in my saddle ...

I plan on not seeing any black widows in England. However, I have found a new enemy to fear. And it is one I can potentially be prosecuted for squishing! If I see one, I'll just have to run for it, and hopefully its web-shooters won't be able to reach me ...