With temps already in the low 70sF this morning I figured it was going to be a hot and sticky day. I figured wrong and the temps remained in the low 70s under increasingly cloudy skies A pleasantly warm southerly breeze accompanied Pheebs and I on our country road walk between two growing cornfields. Walking south, I could not only feel the breeze, but I could hear the breeze as well as it whispered past my ears on its way to rustle the still sleeping corn stalk leaves.
ROADSIDE DAISIES LOOKING NORTH WHERE OUR WALKING ROAD RUNS BETWEEN TWO CORNFIELDS AND THIS IS A LOW-LEVEL VIEW OF THE 4' TALL CORNSTALKS
|A DRAINAGE AREA MEANDERS THROUGH THE CENTER OF THE CORNFIELD|
|IN A FEW MONTHS THESE STALKS WILL TOWER OVER ME WITH SOME REACHING SEVEN FEET|
It had been a while since Pheebs last paid a visit to the Vet so with a few recent issues we figured it was time to take her in for a check-up. The appointment at the South Huron Veterinary Clinic was booked last week for this afternoon at 2:30 p.m. Being her 'good as gold' little self she made sure Mom and Dad had her there in plenty of time. Happy to report she passed her check-up with flying colors. It will be a few days before her blood test results are in but Dr. John Earle said she is in good shape for her age (12) and her weight has only gone up 3 pounds since 2020.
OUR PARK'S POND OUR FRONT YARD STELLA D'ORO DAYLILIES ZURICH ONTARIO'S SOUTH HURON VET CLINIC CHECKING IN
|IN THE EXAMINATION ROOM BESIDE THE WEIGH-IN SCALE|
GROANER'S CORNER:(( An out-of-work actor gets a call from his agent one day. "I’ve got you a job," says his agent. "That’s great," says the actor, what is it?" "Well," says his agent, "it’s a one-liner" "That’s okay," replies the actor, "I’ve been out of work for so long I’ll take anything. What’s the line?" "Hark, I hear the cannons roar" says the agent. "I love it" says the actor "When’s the audition?" "Wednesday" says the agent. Wednesday comes and the actor arrives at the audition. He marches on stage and shouts: "Hark, I hear the cannons roar". "Brilliant," says the director, "you’ve got the job. Be here 9 o’clock Saturday evening." The actor is so happy he got the job that he goes on a major bender. He wakes up at 8:30 Saturday evening and runs to the theatre continually repeating his line; "Hark, I hear the cannons roar, hark, I hear the cannons roar, hark, I hear the cannons roar." He arrives at the stage entrance, out of breath and is stopped by the guard. "Who the hell are you?" asks the guard. "I’m "hark, I hear the cannons roar." "If you’re "hark I hear the cannons roar", you’re late. Get up to makeup right now!" So he runs up to makeup. "Who the hell are you" asks the makeup girl. "I’m "hark I hear the cannons roar."" "If you’re hark I hear the cannons roar", you’re late. Sit down here." And she applies the makeup. "Now quick, get down to the stage, you’re about to go on." He dashes down to the stage. "Who the hell are you?" asks the stage manager. "I’m "hark, I hear the cannons roar."" "You’re "hark, I hear the cannons roar?" Get out there, the curtain’s about to go up." He tears onto the stage. The curtains rise, the house is full. Suddenly there is an almighty bang behind him, and the actor shouts "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?"
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