Monsieur Scootie Beags is colorblind, but still likes to pull raspberries and oversee the garden, which is weeks away from hitting its prime. We're still awaiting cucumbers, tomatoes, and corn. Our raspberries and broccoli are going nuts. I've already put up rounds of broccoli, collards, and kale. I've made strawberry and raspberry jam and used so much sugar my teeth hurt thinking about it.
In other news, I cook like a chaos muppet.
I also chased Scoots, Pippa, and Betsy away from a snake today, which really got my adrenaline going. Betsy had a "Lassie Lite" bark going on and I knew right away what I was going to find when I got closer to her in the grass. She and the other three dogs took turns lunging at the snake. My alpha voice, apparently, is not that convincing; I had to start pulling collars and throwing raspberries.
This, friends, is where my writing time goes.