The Hedge

With the exception of one day of rain, our weather this past week could not have been any more beautiful.

One morning Beau had a follow up appointment with the ophthalmologist, and rather than go into work afterwards, I took an unplanned afternoon off. In my opinion, his 'eye-lift' with the surgical staples hasn't been totally successful.  Some of the staples have come out, and others seem to move, causing sores along the edge of his eyes and even some swelling.  However, the ophthalmologist was happy with the results and removed a few of the staples that were bothering him. As long as Beau is no longer in pain from his eyes, I suppose that's all that counts.  

~Beau waiting for the ophthalmologist~ 

It really was a beautiful day. Todd didn't want to come back inside, and napped his afternoon away outside in the cool grass. 

For the last week or so the utility company has been removing all the growth around the power lines on our road, including at the foot of our property. 

They do this every 3 years or so, and while I can appreciate why it's done, it doesn't mean that I have to like it.  I'd hoped they'd not cut down the area at the edge of our property that is close to the driveway of our neighbors.  Longtime readers may recall how disappointed I was when the power-lines were put up for our neighbors that all the trees and growth that kept the dogs on our property was cleared.  For two years, the area has grown undisturbed.

~Sheba finding her way through the hedge in August~

I was on the other side of the yard with the dogs when I saw the tractor starting to mow it all down again. Of course I was upset by it, and went to ask the driver to not mow the whole hedge down.  Just as the driver was going to start a second pass, he saw me coming, and before I could throw myself in front of the tractor, he stopped mowing and opened his window to listen to me.  Listen was all he could do, because he was a Hispanic gentleman and I don't think he understood a word I said.  But he did slowly drive back down the hill, leaving about 2 feet of the new hedge untouched.

I guess a wind-blown gray haired lady wearing an old bulky sweater, carrying a camera with two dogs on a leash, 3 others trailing behind and two other dogs barking inside the fence makes a clear point in any language. Either that or I (we?) scared him.  Probably both.  But I'm happy about it...

And Cissy?  Well, she's just happy.  

I hope you're enjoying your weekend!

~Gus and Todd~