Quiet

The sunset didn't scream, it just whispered. It hushed the hovering clouds of gnats that were admiring themselves in the mirror. It hushed a sad heart that drank in every moment of the last evening pug walk. It awoke an army of amphibians, oblivious to all else except keeping their tune in a chirpy chorus. It turned everything to ebony and pewter. It was lovely.

In an attempt to turn over two fresh dogs beds over to the owners tomorrow morning, I laundered them and managed to destroy Carmen's bed in the process. Fortunately, PetSmart had a lovely Martha Stewart model in an elegant shade of shittake mushroom that not only suits Carmen but will hide every one of the millions of little hairs that she is shedding. Her brother Buddy's bed looks like new. Better them than me in that car for 18 hours to get to Texas. The owners, I mean, because the pooches could use a bath. All the wiping with unscented baby wipes hasn't quite done the trick.

Back to some quiet time with the two smellies.