Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Cody, Cody, Cody and Kate

The rabbits ate another plant. This time it was a pink petunia by the swing. Cayenne pepper does seem to keep them from eating my flowers, but unfortunately I did not sprinkle it on the former pink petunia. So I closed the barn door after the horse fled by sprinkling cayenne pepper on the few, flowerless stocks that remain. Interestingly the rabbits will not bother the flowers on the patio. Perhaps because they are too close to the house. I did sprinkle one butter yellow petunia that sits at the edge of the patio since I wanted to close that door before Flicka scampered away. So that takes care of the rabbits. I am unsure about the armadillo issue. I am not positive that an armadillo did the digging, but regardless nothing has been dug since the cayenne pepper treatment.

Now to dissuade Cody from rummaging around in the flowers. Yesterday morning he dug in one of the big planters by the steps, which is very unlike him. When I had checked on him a few minutes before he was happily torturing a grasshopper. I think the grasshopper made a break for it and went into the planter and Cody followed him. I yelled at Cody and bought some replacement flowers. That should take care of that.

Speaking of Cody, he does not like anything new on the refrigerator. I had hung up the new summer taekwondo schedule. I put it up high enough so Cody couldn't get it. Well, I didn't. I walked into the kitchen and there was the new schedule in shreds on the floor. Interestingly he'll let the old stuff remain. Weird dog.

Yesterday I stopped by Lowe's and bought a few tiles to test them out in the kitchen. (Remember Cody ate my kitchen floor.) I will do the floor myself. Matter of fact I am looking forward to it because I like doing home improvement projects, as my dad called them.

We purchased a piano bench and stand for our new Yamaha keyboard--did I tell you we got one? Anyway, here's Katie practicing. I am trying to find lessons for her, but the lady that teaches in Stamford will not take a child younger than 7.

Look how professional.

See you later, alligators.

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