Waiting...

To get a flu shot.  I won't post the after pic.

My little trash buddy

About once a month, Riley and I head out to the local transfer station for a visit.  She likes to get the number from the attendant, complain about the smell, honk from the cab of the truck when it takes too long and pay the man after we weigh back in.  It's a ritual.

How did she get so big?

And the roses too.  We planted these roses in April.  They are taking over.  I can highly recommend knock out roses from Rolling Hills.  They are no maintenance.  I took this picture two days ago!  And she took the picture of me.