Blinded by the Light...

Mama always told me not to look into the eye's of the sun
But mama, that's where the fun is...

Oh, God I love life's little thought-provoking moments! I was driving to work thinking about an episode of Father Ted I'd recently seen, when I looked up and there, about a hundred feet up and swinging from the end of an enormous crane were three honey buckets. All I could think was, "Hope they are empty!" :)

Pooka is still alive. This amazes me. To date, she has eaten:

A book (hardback)
Several tea candles
Some pinecones and a basket
A CD AND its plastic case (thankfully, not Rufus Wainwright)
Some soap
A pin cushion WITH THE PINS STILL IN IT
A plastic Santa - she is now on his "naughty" list
All the blinds in the living room and the strings that raised and lowered them
3 out of 5 window screens in the living room
2 pounds of fudge
A cow femur - a.k.a. "the dinosaur bone"
My cell phone and case

I'm ok with her eating the dinosaur bone; not so much the other stuff, though. The other day she dug a hole in the front yard. There was no pile of displaced dirt because she ate the dirt. Then she carefully placed two river rocks in the hole. Like I wouldn't notice the difference between a river rock and green grass...

And she has the audacity to look at me with reproach when I put her in the kennel now before going to work. Poor Pooka, oh doesn't the whole world feel sorry for you? NOT!