Thursday, August 23, 2012
ender sat like a toad on a rock in the middle of the gently flowing creek, croaking every now and again about his disdain for being left alone. well, not completely alone, the water was ankle deep and there were innumerable shiny pebbles at his disposal. and I was just a stone's throw away foraging for some sticks. he's a good little pup.
zander wrought the discarded branches i gleaned, into curtain rods for our new home. a small fancy of mine he made into reality.