You read Sunset Magazine? You know how I feel about it. I believe I have blamed my entire gopher universe on it. I love it so much I want to smash it into a million pieces by chomping my teeth and stomping on it and then grinding it up with garden shears. Like I have total Sunset Magazine lust except the smashing/grinding would be due to, like, THAT is never going to happen. THAT being anything in there. Cooking. Planting. Phaging. Remodeling. Zilcho. Attempting just makes it worse. I am like in the paralell universe of Sunset. SunUpYetSmoggy Magazine. Where home decor is horse paint by numbers and faux taxidermied owls and a lot of dust and we eat taqueria y pizza for wholesome meals and our plants are dead and there are weave poles in the side yard. I mean driveway. Instead of pavers and a little fountain.

But Team Small Dog gets a nice mention in there, December issue, page 15. Sort of a good runner up prize for all my dust.

I made a fountain once, btw. Just like Sunset said for soothingness and so forth. First it leaked, then it broke, then became the mosquito and insect haven of disease. Just like Sunset, except for with disease.