Little Sister rounded up the lizard today while I was in the shower. She barked and barked at it until Guyk finally had to get up and go see what she was barking at. He got hold of the lizard and put him outside. He was alive but just barely.
The last thing I would label myself would be sweet, but since my husband calls me sweetthing on his blog, what can a girl do. I AM 65+, pessimistic by nature, trust no one. I believe every good deed will be punished. My husband is retired military, grumpy, and must be watched to insure he takes his meds.