May 5, 2005
It is a beautiful morning for getting into pastel. However, the puppy Legend has disappeared from his sitting position below my footrest. I'd hate to find that he ate the downstairs couch while I was writing my morning 100 words. He eats everything. I can't give him rubber chew toys or little squeaky doggie dolls. He eats them. I find them deposited in little pieces on the lawn mixed in with…well you know. So I call him and he comes running to resumes his proper position.
Huh. I thought I was going to get into the pastels this morning.