Yesterday, I looked outside and saw a large group of people standing down at the stable. I told Sharkey that we should go and investigate, but wouldn't you know it - Sharkey spotted a squirrel and ran off chasing it. I didn't mind because I soon found out that it was a garden tour and who doesn't like a good old-fashioned garden tour? And besides, there were some real admirers of French Bulldogs in the group. I stayed with them for quite awhile.
Aren't Martha's peonies just amazing? I always get lost in this garden. I don't mind because it smells so good.