Oscar after dinner.
The sun could never really decide if it wanted to shine today. Regardless, I went out to cut some dead limbs intending to make a fire in the chimenea this evening. I managed to get a bucketful before I tired of that and decided I needed to repair the latest hole Libby has dug in her kennel. Apparently, this is going to continue until I get all the rocks from Grandma's place inside her kennel, and every "stake" I can find on the outside of the fence. Today's repair job consisted of a sharp-pointed broken tile neatly hammered into the ground outside the fence, and a couple of rocks in the hole inside. She truly wears my patience thin on some days.
I'm really only yawning, in spite of how ferocious it looks.
For some reason, this one reminds me of Alaska Steve's PawPaw the fox.