Dead Bird

It's supposed to be 75 degrees in Thompsons Station today. WHAT!?! I love 75 degrees. It just may be my favorite temperature.



So I started opening windows and what not. I opened the front door and found this:

Yes, those are my legs and feet in the reflection. Those socks are hot, right?

Yup, that's a dead bird. Our backyard is Bird Highway, and our front yard is pretty much the access road to Bird Highway. I imagine that poor birdie flew smack into our front door.

Norman is a bird dog. He can actually catch them out of the air. Impressive. But he likes to eat them. I never taught him how to hunt bc I didn't want my Papa and Uncles to take advantage of my bird dog and make him go hunting.  Norman is a lover, not a fighter.

Norman kind of has his own version of Angry Birds going.

So he's all upset with me that I won't let him go out and get the bird.
 

Have you ever had a dog give you a dirty look and stomp his paws?

Adorable.

I don't wanna

I need to go to the gym, but I don't wanna.

I need to file papers, but I don't wanna.

I need to get the rest of the paperwork together to get my Oklahoma teaching license, but I don't wanna.

I DON'T need to be blogging or playing outside in this gorgeous weather with 3 super cute doggies and all of the neighborhood kids. But I did that.

Norman has been outside playing with 2 other doodles. It's adorable. One chocolate labradoodle, and a black goldendoodle. I know what you're thinking, "black Goldendoodle, that just ain't right." But it's true. And he's adorable. 

It's very hard to get 3 dogs to sit still long enough to take a picture. Here's one. Shadow, the black goldendoodle, is only 14 weeks old.

This is a pic of Norman's girlfriend Leia.

Isn't she cuuuute? She sits real pretty for pics. Just like Norman

I need to do something productive. So I'm stepping away from the computer.