I really love Sundays. Wake up late, get some coffee, and read with some nice “Sunday Morning Music” playing in the backround. This morning it was the Jayhawks, Pat Metheny and Jim Hall, and the Beatles.
I was getting a third cup of coffee when I hear Jezzie’s
very long toenails scrambling frantically on the deck. Going to the door I can see her pawing at a yellowjacket.
I caught her doing the same thing last night. Not good. So I yell at her to stop and she immediately comes inside, limping. Oye. The damn thing got her in her right front paw. I gave her a couple aspirin and, after leaving a message for Shel and Matt, watched her for a while to see if she had an allergic reaction, which she didn’t thank God. She’s fine now, but I’m really paranoid that she’s going to disturb another, and the whole hive is going to come after her. I looked around outside, under the deck, around the pool, but couldn’t find a hive, but I’m sure there’s one somewhere nearby. =(
Make sure to eat lots of Tapas and drinks lots of Estrella Damm! Or better yet, Voll Damm, which will kick yo ass! Suerte! Tenga un buen viaje. Saludos a Nicole y Davi!
Chao
