Ira stands upright at the screen door leading to the deck, watching birds, breathing in the lovely scents of spring. Abishag doesn’t stand up on two feet, thank you – she prefers sunbathing and napping.
We’re going to have to enclose the deck for two bossy, demanding, furry little tyrants …
Just hand me that box of nails and the hammer, would you? I’ll get my work gloves on. Thanks.
Abishag, Ira and Kezia 