Cooking for human not always safe for doggos

 

The meat is safe, of course.  Some of the veggies are, but some of them are not.  There are mushrooms and onions among those things underneath, so before Carl gets a sample, it will be carefully curated.  No powdered spices (which can be too intense) in this pot.  No added salt.  Potatoes, green pepper, and carrots, oh, my.  Classic pot roast, in the crock pot.  It will be ready in time for supper.

Meanwhile, out in Colorado, the honeymooners are at a "stay two nights" place, and are out exploring Mesa Verde National Park, among others.  Their trip involves a whole bunch of National Parks, that are located in that quadrant of the Rocky Mountains.  This is a part of Colorado that I have never explored, so I'm thrilled to be following along in their shared photos.

Carl and I both slept through the night.  Tuesday morning we went on a leash walk around the nearest block, following the route of the puppy parade.  We came home and Carl checked to be sure the perimeter was secure.

Tuesdays is the day that all the lawn service companies hit our neighborhood.  This Tuesday they seemed to take turns.  One neighbor, then another company for the senior condos to our north, then after a while, my lawn guys came by.  They all made more noise with their machines than Carl does with his barking.

I ordered groceries online for pickup this evening, as Carl can't go inside and I don't leave him alone in a car, no matter how nice the weather.  Nor do I leave him alone in my house.  Well, except when I'm just out doing stuff in the yard and he can come and go.

One advantage of having Carl "in residence" is that it gets me out in the yard, and I do more yard clean up.  I'm grateful that it's a cooler week, weather-wise.  And I'm grateful for his 4 year old self, past the puppy stage.

The yard waste bins are starting to line up.  I have five of them and expect to have them all full by Friday morning's collection.

Wednesday morning, The Prisoner showed up on the deck rail pre-sunrise, looking like he does coming in from an overnight outside.  Carl stood at the door, but did not bark at the cat.  It might be that he knows we are quiet in the morning, but then again... maybe I'm making some progress.  Prisoner would have none of it, not even a silent pup... over the rail and off he went.  

The avian visitors are flitting about, too.  This chipper cardinal hopped about on the top of the older section of fence.  I took the photo through the kitchen window on Tuesday afternoon.  On Wednesday morning, Carl chased a cheeky squirrel away from that same spot, and raced up and down the fence line with joyous declarative barks.  No more squirrels... or at least make them retreat to the neighbors' trees.

Meanwhile, to the West and South of here, the kids hit "Four Corners" on Tuesday, as well as driving through a snow cloud and a dust storm.

Not sure which foot is in what state, but between the two of them, they are straddling New Mexico, Colorado, Arizona, and Utah.  What a very touristy thing to do... and both came out smiling.  The non-smiley part of the day was when their truck got pelted with hail outside a brewpub they visited.

And life continues to be GOOD (always beats the alternative, eh?)  Spark on!