Cujo

Tonight I finished an apron, it was made from the left over fabric after a skirt and pants were cut out.

So with the pockets full of my cell phone, keys and flashlight I headed to the backyard with the compost and garbage. Gum boots would have been a nice touch but the only pull on footwear here are 17 year old cowboy boots. They'll do.

The last thing anyone would want to encounter on a dark and rainy night is a snarling, barking dog but I did. From out of now where comes this loud barking beast. I shreaked and might have swore a bit. The owner laughed and tried to call the dog away. It continued to bark and check out the area.

Cujo the Attack Pug. Sure gave me a fright and a good laugh. No harm done.