Every day we each have to make choices and selections. Which earrings shall I wear today? What shall I have for lunch? Which TV show shall we watch?
Dogs have to make selection, too. Does he choose to play with the ball or the stuffed bone? Does she choose to sleep on the window seat or curl up in the dog basket? Does he stay where he was told to sit or get up and follow me across the room?
Here are some of the choices we've dealt with this week.
This is our log pile. The logs used to be piled neatly against the tree until Tess climbed the pile to inspect them more at closer range.
Norma Jean spent a long time checking through the pile to find just the right log to carry across the yard. The ones on the ground didn't pass inspection and she had to take this one off the top of the pile.
There is a lovely nursery near our home and I love to go there. I usually have a general idea what I want before I walk in, but as soon as I see all those beautiful colors, I want one of each.
I have to walk up and down every aisle to see what's available, then go back and start narrowing my choices.
I know from experience that some of these beauties don't do well in our growing conditions.
Still the temptation is there to get a plant that hasn't done well in the past and try again.
The array of color drives me crazy.
This year I tried to think more carefully about where I would plant them and what plants would thrive in those places.
The pups have forced me to cut back on my gardening. They don't respect the plants and I have to put up barricades and I just don't have as much time to devote to gardening now.
Still, the selection process is difficult for me. I want them all.
I chose these daisies for the planters by the front steps.
These purple geraniums will go in the planters on the porch. Decision made.
Fudge has been making selections for me for awhile. He takes his job very seriously. We let him make the selection of the DOT contest winners. here's an example of how he does it.
I write each name on a piece of paper, hold them in my hands and call him over.
After nosing all the papers, he chooses one.
He sits down with the paper in his mouth.
On the command 'give', he spits the paper into my hand. He has done this many times and seems to enjoy it. We always tell him what a good boy he is and I'm sure he feels he's the only one capable of doing this important job.
Don't forget to play 'footsies' with us. There are only a few days left. Scroll down a few posts and match the names to the feet. I'll announce the winners on Monday.