Monthly Archives: September 2012

Silliness abounds even where there are grownups…

 

     I am amazed at what can entertain grownups for hours.  I am included in that group only by age…I refuse to grow up.  Anyway, a group I belong to on Facebook got started on Frankenweenie-fying our dogs.  It’s a riot and addictive.  By the time I got away from the page to work on this, our group had 62 of our dogs and two people Frankenweenie-fied.

     The pictures are so silly most of us spent the night giggling like fools.  Yes, it is amazing what we can find amusing.

     You all have a good one!

 

No pressure day is nice

 

     I think we were overdue for a nice quiet day with no appointments, no visitors, and no pressure. That’s what we had yesterday.  A very nice day.

     The day before yesterday The Curmudgeon had another bad day where he went down on the floor again and couldn’t get back up without help.  Fortunately, we found out that it wasn’t just because it was his day after his Avonex injection day, but he’d also forgotten to take some of his morning meds.  Don’t ask.

     Tomorrow is my Aunt Alice’s birthday, she will be 92.  Happy Birthday dear lady!

     You all have a good one!

 

Gavin the chicken dog strikes again.

It wasn’t fair that I woke him from a sound sleep.  He was on his back, all four feet in the air, snoring to beat the band when I poked my finger into the crate and tickled his back foot.

“Want to go for a ride in the car?”  (No, I didn’t tell him we were going to the Vet’s office.)

He jumped awake all ready to go.  I don’t know why he loves going for a ride since it usually is to the Vet’s office.

Soon we were seated in the waiting room with him trying to make himself very small so he could hide under the seat.  It never works, but he still tries every time we’re there.

Blood drawn, shots done,  and soon he’s happily waiting in the car for me to pay the bill.  Another check up done–he’s fine.

You all have a good one.

Never forget

Another joke…thanks Cuz Gloria.

My cousin sent me a good joke.  I knew I had to pass it on.

There I was sitting at the bar staring at my drink when a large, trouble-making biker steps up next to me, grabs my drink and gulps it down in one swig.

“Well, whatcha’ gonna do about it?” he says, menacingly, as I burst into tears.

“Come on, man,” the biker says, “I didn’t think you’d CRY. I can’t stand to see a man crying.”

“This is the worst day of my life,” I say.

“I’m a complete failure. I was late to a meeting and my boss fired me.
When I went to the parking lot, I found my car had been stolen and I don’t have any insurance. I left my wallet in the cab I took home. I found my wife with another man… and then my dog bit me.”

“So I came to this bar to work up the courage to put an end to it all, I buy a drink, I drop the cyanide capsule in and sit here watching the poison dissolve knowing I only had 8 hours left to live and then you show up and drink the whole damn thing!

“But, hell, enough about me, how are you doing?”

  You all have a good one!

Another bath? Really?

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Patty hates water (except to drink it)  and she hates baths most of all.  She got two baths because after the first one she rolled in the mud outside.  Now she’s busy plotting her revenge on me.

     You all have a good one!

Be patient dear furry ones

I’ve had my heart stretched to its limits lately.  It seems all the Bullies I know are getting older, many have health problems, and many have left us in the last couple of months.

It’s tough when it is human family, and I have very few of them left.  However, when our pets hurt we’re helpless.  They can’t tell us if they hurt, where they hurt, or what is wrong.  It’s all guesswork and a sad state of affairs if we get it wrong.  Dear ones, we are trying to do what is best for you.  Have patience with us and our love that makes us cling to you.

For those who are waiting on the bridge…be patient dear ones we’ll be there soon enough.

Another fun thing about the new car…

     I stopped at my regular gas station to fill up the new van, I was down to below a half a tank.  I pulled into the full service as I always do–I have a sensitivity to gas fumes that brings on a migraine.  The service man knows me and my old van, so when I opened my window and leaned out as he came around the back, I managed to surprise him.

     “Squeee, new van.”  I told him.

     “Nice one!”  He said.

     While the tank filled, I showed him all the neat features.  Funny how we all seem to point out the clock and how coolly elegant it is.

     You all have a good one!

Made a family collage…I miss them.

All in a day’s training

     Patience, practice, praise, and a few treats.  Carefully enunciated words accompanied with hand signals and praise, praise, praise when they get it right.  Well, sometimes you need to hold back on the praise because they get a bit too cocky.  That’s when you treat them instead.  Whatever you normally serve them is fine.

     You can use phrases like good boy and atta boy, especially when they accomplish something difficult.  There’s nothing like the way they look at you for approval when they do something they think is difficult–like putting the seat down on the toilet.

     Yes, we’re talking the training of husbands here not the dogs.  Even the most stubborn of dogs is much easier.

     You all have a good one!

Planters on the front porch this year…2012

Wanted: Travel agent for my train of thought…

     I wrote a chapter yesterday and deleted it.  I’ve been doing this almost every day lately.  I can’t seem to find the train of thought that book was traveling on.  Where oh where is that train bound?  I wish I was on it once again. 

     I think I need a new travel agent.   One who will book me on the right train and get me to my destination of finished book.

     You all have a good one!