Watchful Waiting

It's no secret that crazy lady is not well. She's stuck at home, and using a cane, neck brace and other contraptions to get around. The docs have allowed her to drive "defensively," which means "slow, with no accidents and freeways." Computer usage is strictly limited. Reading is difficult. She fell down while picking-up dog poop last week, so the-powers-that-be are restricting her time outside. Oh yeah, she is not a happy, cheerful person, right now. She was sarcastic and surly on good days, before her silly neck decided to cause trouble. Now, she growls more than Popeye! Me? I'm fine. Usually, I am not a normal pack creature who enjoys a lot of dogs and social activity. I prefer my isolation, one caregiver, and squirrels, cats, bunnies and Bambi to torment. And, of course, I love the sun:Give me a sun-shiny day, and I am a very happy dog (like the booty shot?):First, though, I need my morning stretches:Then, I peruse the territory (and pee on the neighbor's dog, who tries to stick his head under the fence):Finally, I bask in the Glory of the Sun: