I'ma bad boy....

When mom came home from the pool this morning, she happened to look in the front window and could see blinds laying over the top of the couch. She came in and said I was a bad boy, bad boy. She could tell from the looks of things, I got my feet tangled in the cord or chain to watch her go down the street. then I get really nervous and jump around. I pulled down one section of vertical blinds from the front window. The one side closest to me just popped from the support. The other side didn't cooperate, so I ended up pulling the bracket out of the wood. (I don't chew blinds, tho, like Harley did). Mom kept calling me a bad boy. She just left it there, wondering how to fix it. She cleaned up and did the dishes. Then she started taking the blinds off the track so it would be easier to hang it up again. She stopped at Home Depot today while we were out to get some gorilla glue and some anchors-2 different kinds/sizes to see what would fit the best. She borrowed a screwdriver from a neighbor with a motor home. He was sure to have some tools with him. She fixed it and no one (here) will know the difference.

Mom took me to the big dog park today. There was a softball game going on in our park, so we didn't want to get caught "walking" to the pet area. I thought there would be more dogs at the park than there were. I had fun, anyway. Then we went on a trip to Queen Creek to visit an olive mill. I got the stay in the car. Mom put in her lunch order and shopped around the store and then went outside to taste some wine that was for sale. She really liked the first one. After she ate her sandwich, she did some shopping for olive oil, dipping oil and some spread stuff for bread-and a bottle of that wine she liked. then she took some pictures of some model T fords that had stopped there too.

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