It's a Beautiful Morning

Yah right. Welcome to BC weather. The province where one must be genetically designed with webbed feet. I shouldn't complain, but waking up to a full's day of housework and then discovering that it is drearfully rainy and foggy outside leaves not much to be inspired by.

The dog however, has found the day tremendously stimulating. It is only approximately 8:00 am and he has spent the last few hours barking at nothing either in the house (of course!) or in the courtyard. Uhm... he also has been busy eyeballing the fence trying to determine a spot where I haven't placed tires, logs, plant pots, benches.....so he can dig a hole to china..........then play with the dog in the other yard.........getting freakin dirty and stinky with dog saliva........to then to come racing into the house to wipe his dirty body on the furniture, place pawprints all over the floor and best of all, SORT OUT THE CAT LITTER THOROUGHLY ......TO EAT CAT SHIT. Just freakin lovely. And after all this, the monster is lying frogg-legged on the floor by my feet digesting his meal in perfect contentment.

On happier notes, Cao has finally discovered that it is way more efficient to crawl with his legs directly under him; instead of splayed outwards and having to push off surfaces to get where he needs to go. If he could only coordinate his arms at the same time. At the moment, he undulates like a happy, cooing sea slug. I am amazed at how happy he gets wearing nothing but a diaper. Must get it from his father. I could start a nudist colony.....I know of some candidates.