Tiptoe Through the . . . Wildflowers

We make lots of jokes about the hu-dad mowing our field every month or so.

Let's just say we are in the "or so" range.

16 Comments

  1. Bailey on August 5, 2011 at 6:36 pm

    So beautiful! And the flowers are too! πŸ˜‰

    Woofs & hugs <3,

    ~Bailey (Yep, I'm a girl!)

  2. Maxx on August 3, 2011 at 4:57 am

    Nice flowers! And we love the color contrast of your floofs against that green green grass!

    Cheers,
    Maxx

  3. MAXMOM IN SOUTH AFRICA on August 2, 2011 at 1:50 am

    You make me cry out for spring…how lovely!

  4. siku marie on August 2, 2011 at 1:27 am

    We think it looks pretty neat just like it is! And you can stalk!!!

  5. Khyra on August 1, 2011 at 10:16 pm

    Maybe woo khan get some sheep –

    It would make Bricey furry jealous!

    Hugz&Khysses,
    Khyra

  6. NCMountainwoman on August 1, 2011 at 10:16 pm

    What a great field. Just beautiful. I hope the grasshoppers pop up every now and then to amuse you.

  7. Huffle Mawson on August 1, 2011 at 6:44 pm

    But at least you have some pretty flowers to sniff in the meantime!

  8. Sagira on August 1, 2011 at 6:38 pm

    Still looks pretty though. πŸ™‚

  9. Clive on August 1, 2011 at 5:46 pm

    If we had such lovely flowers in our lawn – we’d leave it alone too!

    take care
    Clive and Murray

  10. Fiona and Abby on August 1, 2011 at 12:26 pm

    Heh. Mom finally had someone mow the lawn on Saturday (why didn’t she do it, you ask? well…. our lawnmower has been DOA for a long time now, and the guy from whom she was going to borrow the lawnmower apparently felt more comfortable having his own guy use it rather than Mom – I guess the guy didn’t want to answer to Dad when Mom showed up with a few less fingers or something…) because she was starting to lose us again. Now she can see where the rodents are digging holes, and she’s about to (and I quote, because I have No Idea What She’s Talking About) “go all Caddyshack on their rodent butts.” Um. Yeah. We’ll be heading your direction when we flee from the crazy woman! πŸ˜‰

    *kissey face*
    -Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus

  11. Jan on August 1, 2011 at 12:15 pm

    Ooooh, warm snowflakes. Can we have some of those?

  12. The OP Pack on August 1, 2011 at 11:34 am

    It’s all OK, if he mows, we wouldn’t get to see such a sweet pic of The Herd walking through the pretty flowers.

    Have a great week.

    Woos ~ Phantom, Thunder, and Ciara

  13. Sage on August 1, 2011 at 10:56 am

    Then you’d miss all those pretty flowers. I’d say keep it like it is–mow whenever!!

  14. Kari on August 1, 2011 at 7:36 am

    We think it looks pretty πŸ™‚

    Kari
    http://dogisgodinreverse.com

  15. 24 Paws of Love on August 1, 2011 at 1:42 am

    But you look so pretty surrounded by all those wild flowers! Tell hu-dad to hold off just a little longer. πŸ™‚

  16. Kess & Her Mama on August 1, 2011 at 1:23 am

    Hmm…husky lawn mowers…that’s a first πŸ˜‰

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