Dumb dogs and mowing

WHAT a weekend. Another one with highs and lows and a LOT of laughs.

We'll start with the brat. It rained finally, just a little, and my salad finally started to grow. It had been so dry and tasteless lately. At least I had a few good chomps of it yesterday, before they shave it back down and make it harder to eat. Anyway, the brat wasn't happy about mowing, as usual, even though the last time he had to do it was at least three weeks ago. Mid June I think to be exact. Anyway, they got out in the garage with only a few death threats. I heard the beastly mower moving around out there and headed straight upstairs, as far away as I could get. Chanced a look out the window and saw it......raining. Not really rain rain, just one cloud with a few sprinkles. Wet enough to have to wait just a short bit before mowing, according to Cam. The brat thought he was home free, but noooooooooo. (insert evil laugh) Cameron decided that they then had time to pluck a few weeds from the gardens - another brat hated chore. Now THAT was the funny part. If there's a bee within two miles of the house, the brat is on the defensive. He'd bend down to pluck a weed out of the mulch, under extreme duress.....and a bee would fly by. He fell I don't know HOW many times on his tail, he squeaked, squawked, danced, pranced.....you'd have thought he'd stepped into a nest of hornets, rather than just heard things flying past his head. Cam finally gave in to pity and sent him inside to sit for a few minutes. I don't think Cam sat...he was pacing and furious. Not a good mood to be in before mowing.

I also spotted a dog almost hit on the road. Stupid animals, don't know how to cross a street. Thankfully the car managed to stop with a screech (going WAY TOO FAST) I know, because Cameron complains all the time about it, and the dog was fine. The owner came and collected him, putting him back on the leash he needed to be on.

Then it was time to mow. The brat was mowing with his head down and jumping here and there. He absolutely refused to get anywhere near the flowers, which Cam patiently went and did for him. He was dripping sweat left and right, so hot and sticky out there. I think he's lucky, the sun took the bad mood from him before he could do anything to make it worse.