I had been going on ad nauseum about how much better Lovey was, now that she had someone to play with. She seemed like she was getting past her separation anxiety issues - she really did.
Granted, my barn shoes are on their last legs - but at least they had legs. This is the first time that Lovey has actually damaged something - she usually shows her distress by shredding paper here and there. Good thing I wasn't gone for more than 20 minutes or I would have been one-shoed. I will just have to live with the duct tape until next summer. And Lovey will have to be crated every time I leave. I'm glad she's so good about it - she trots right into her crate and only gets a little stubborn if I have to crate her more than twice a day.
Tassels! My popcorn has tassels! I would have taken a picture of it, but they are waaay over my head. Aside - I am always so surprised to find out I am not six feet tall. I have always envisioned myself as a very tall person. While I wouldn't classify myself as vertically challenged, I am shortish. Dang.
I have never grown corn and I am so excited about the possibility of having my own popcorn. If it does actually form ears, I plan to put in a 6x6 plot next year. Where is another story.