There’s always a risk in hanging around too close when the daily post deadline approaches and no good ideas are coming. Gus and Julie had made themselves scarce after I brushed Gus and made him angry, looking for knots. No clippers this week, and no big knots either.
So I tried to get a couple of pictures of Calla upside down…easier said than done.
She’s expert at wriggling out of your grip and getting the feet back down on the ground.
They have to put up with this kind of thing every once in a while as part of the deal of living here. They don’t have to like it, though.