A few of you may have heard that I had a horrible day with Tiller yesterday. She was up at the ass crack of dawn (pre-dawn, even – 5:30am!) and did not want to go back to sleep. Nor did she want to be alone. Nor did I want to be up. We battled. She won. I made coffee and cussed. She was a bear all day. Stories of her behavior are widespread and used as cautionary tales promoting abstinence as I write this today.
Later in the day, I was in a befuddled sleep-deprived state, but Tiller and I decided to take advantage of the nice warm weather. I was bored, so quickly snapped a few pictures of her. Later, as I looked at them, I was struck by her mercurial nature as displayed in the photos. They were taken in about a two minute period.

Dribbler

Tantrummer

Devil Child

Bemused

Smarty

Basker

Spinner
I quake at the thought of a thirteen-year-old Tiller.