Well, I put in some crazy hours at work and managed to make more than enough money for Hotter's crown, and then yesterday we went to the appointment and MFA Dentist said he changed his mind and wanted to wait and see what Eclecstasy's coverage looks like, and then hopefully do all four of Hotter's front teeth at once. So he cleaned things up and put another temp crown in place and that was that!
When we came home I celebrated by turning over the first and second garden rows and transplanting a frillion or so strawberry runners from around the front raised bed, where they continue to throw arms, legs, and rootballs over the sides and into the driveway. The garlic I planted in the fall is looking really good (this surprises me every year--I plant the stuff, and then convince myself that it's frozen to death, and then it comes up in the spring and I'm all "WHOO! A MIRACLE!"), which is exciting because I was finally in a good enough place financially to jump on some Inchelium Red seed-garlic when it came available (I've missed it every year but last because Sustainable Seed Company only produces a limited quantity of seed garlic and that one goes really fast). I also planted some homegrown garlic from the previous year, and we'll have a second-generation crop of that as well; I enjoy propagating from seed I've grown myself and it's one of the many reasons I stick to heirloom varieties (seeds from the hybrid frankenseedlings you buy from major seed companies will not grow out true-to-type, or in some cases at all, which makes me question the wisdom of eating something that grew from them).
The title of this post isn't referring to anything from my garden, though, but rather Poppy. Oh, Poppy. Damn stupid expensive dog! We had her outside with us yesterday (while I was digging, Hotter was repairing the chicken-run, which I think a raccoon had damaged, because I don't imagine the chickens are strong enough to bend wire) and even on her antihistamine she got a little rashy from wallowing in the grass. She loves being outside so much; I was really hoping that the antihistamine would allow her to spend time out on the cable without rashing up but apparently not...so she got another bath last night, and we used some of the sudden surplus cash to upgrade her bed from the old torn-up Hotel California sheets. It took us a while to find one that didn't look like she'd tear it up (the lambskin-style beds would, we feared, just look like giant toys to her, and the plain canvas ones at the feed store all had camouflage, ducks, and/or shotguns printed on them), and of course the one with what we determined to be the right shape and texture turned out to be the fifty-dollar MEMORY FOAM one...
Which is how a certain rashy pitbull ended up luxuriating in her crate this morning, stretched out like a centerfold and looking distinctly smug.