Gavin the spoiled brat
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Gavin screams for his breakfast every day and I hear that The Curmudgeon is helpless to stop him. I have learned to pull my pillow over my head and block out the noise if I want to sleep in.
Gavin also screams for his dinner. Gavin loves food. He wants his food now!
Lately Gavin has started to scream to go out when I take Patty out before him on the late night out. You think maybe he’s a spoiled brat? I do.
Compared to him Miss Patty is silent. It takes a lot to make her bark. I think I could count the number of barks we’ve heard come from her on one hand.
You all have a good one!
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Eleven years old and Gavin still needs training…
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A few months ago, I remarked to The Curmudgeon that it’s been a while since one of the dogs inflicted an injury on me. I spoke too soon or maybe they heard me and wanted to prove me wrong.
I usually take the dogs out after eleven at night. I always take them out on the retractable leash. After all, they are in their own fenced in yard, are they not?
Around Thanksgiving, Gavin started bolting out the door. This was not a good thing. When he bolted out the door he managed to hit the end of the leash with enough force to pull me off my feet. I did not like this. I did not like bruises and skinned knees. Thus, the sit and wait until I get out the door first lessons began.
Patty took to the new routine well. Gavin did not. We had a real battle going that I refused to lose. I had to switch him to a six-foot lead instead of the retractable to get my point across. We’re back to the retractable leash and he’s no longer bolting out the door on me. Score!
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Best collars ever!
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I don’t usually promote people’s products, but a fellow Bull Terrier owner makes these great collars. These are custom-made, she has many patterns to choose from (so don’t choose ours LOL!), and you can get either regular buckle collars or martingale. She also makes other products. Soon, she hopes to be listing her products on Etsy.
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The tale continues…
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“Hey the tower.” A voice broke the silence.
“Who are you?” Mavelle dug the dagger from under her cloak with her free hand.
“Name’s Cragger. I’m a peddler of sorts. I was looking for shelter when I smelled your smoke.”
“Come to where I can see you.” She threw some wood on her dying fire.
A very small of stature man stepped in front of the cave entrance. “Are you a Dunningham dwarf?” She asked.
Cragger bowed, sweeping his arm out wide. “One and the same, peddler by trade, I am.”
“Isn’t that unusual for a mining race?”
“A bit, but the miners need supplies and trinkets. My line is a long line of peddlers back thirty-two generations. If I may come close to your warm fire I will tell you our story.”
Mavelle gasped. “My manners, where are my manners? Certainly Cragger, come warm yourself, and welcome.
The dwarf entered the narrow cavern and sat near the fire. “Thank you, after I came across a pack of wolves tearing into those bodies I was afraid to stay in the open. What do I call you, young lady?”
Mavelle found it odd that any man would admit a fear but liked that he had. She warmed to the man. “Mavelle, call me Mavelle, please.” With a tentative smile she asked, “What is the story you would tell me?”
Missing Man Bensalem, PA
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BENSALEM — Police are searching for an 82-year-old West Windsor man who suffers from dementia after he went missing from the Parx Casino in Bensalem, Pa.
Dominick Paparella was last seen in the casino prior to 5 a.m. this morning, police say.
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You have gummies on your breath!!!! Share?
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Cwazy sort of day…
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I know a few of you were looking forward to another installment of the fairy tale, but after spending a few hours at the neurologist’s office and thereby running behind on everything for the rest of the day yesterday. I had no time to sit down and do any writing. I hope to remedy that today.
On the seventh I have to call into the courthouse to see if I must report for jury duty. I don’t mind other than I have nothing suitable to wear that fits me. I actually made it as far as Voir Dire once. They cut me though. I guess making the judge, the DA, assistant DA, and the defense attorney crack up doesn’t get you on a jury. 🙂
Can I help it if they asked me if cops were infallible? I answered truthfully–Are you kidding me? I am married to one!
This time I am not eager to go. The Curmudgeon has had some trouble of late and I hate leaving him alone with the pups all day.
You all have a good one!
The serial fairy tale…
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“Get back here!” Sarah screamed at the fleeing soldier.
The next thing that happened made Mavelle drop the crystal knife, cover her eyes and wish she had four hands so she could cover her ears too. The sounds were dreadful. When she opened her eyes again, she could see Sarah held high above the ground in the three-fingered grip of a stone ogre. The four soldiers’ bodies torn to bloody pieces and scattered about brought bile to her throat. Mavelle trembled with dread.
Sarah’s screams assured Mavelle that her sister still lived. The Ogre lifted the stone floor, dropped Sarah in the hole beneath it, replaced the floor above Sarah, and stomped off in the opposite direction from Mavelle’s hiding place.
“Oh, Goddesses. What can I do to get them out of there?” She gave a low whistle and within seconds, McDougal was by her side. His hackles stood on end and he growled deep in his chest.
“Easy boy. He’s gone.” She directed him toward the ruins. “Find Lovena. There has to be a way in.”
They crawled over lichen covered granite and broken marble. Searching for hours with no luck, she called a halt by the remains of a guard tower. Within there she found a covered section, not unlike a cave, where they could camp for the night.
Restless sleep came to her and along with it another vision of her sister Lovena. This time the vision showed Sarah asleep and Lovena pacing. “Sister, we know not what he wishes us for but he is vicious. Hurry, I fear we haven’t long.
The snap of a branch woke Mavelle with a start. McDougal was on his feet and growling. The wee hours of the morning brought with them, no light to see by, she peered into the darkest of dark. Mavelle clung to McDougal’s collar to keep him close.
“Hey the tower.” A voice broke the silence.
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Yes, it’s to be continued again…
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Once she was sure she was out of sight, she relaxed a bit, eased her hold on McDougal’s collar, and let loose with a gut-wrenching groan.
“How could she!” Mavelle raised her hands skyward. “Is the stone ogre even real?”
The implications were horrible. Had Sarah plotted with the soldiers to kidnap Lovena? Had they faked the ogre? How does one fake a stone ogre attack? She knew she should go back to the palace and tell her parents but wondered if they would believe her accusation of her sister. Besides, if she went back no one would be there to save Lovena.
“McDougal, you stay here.” She pulled the crystal knife from her pack, gripping it tightly she crept back to where she could see the ruins, hear what was going on, and yet not be seen.
“Dig there.” Sarah pointed to a section of stone floor in the ruins. “The entrance should be under there.”
“What if it comes back?” One soldier asked.
“If it comes back we kill it. It didn’t notice us tracking it.”
The sound of falling rocks made everyone stop what they were doing and listen.
“There’s no way to kill one of them.” The soldier dropped his shovel. “I’m out of here.”
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The fairy tale will continue later…
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In loving memory, Mom
7/31/1915–1/1/2007
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Once upon a time a long, long time ago…cont’d again
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Mavelle walked to the small window and tried to see in but the glass was thick and opaque. The strange little window was in a low wall that swerved away from her at an angle and ended under a wide expanse of mangled stone flooring.
“Not above, behind and not in front. That makes no sense.” Mavelle traced the edges of the walls all of them angled away in strange directions. She picked up a thick branch and began to dig in the soil in front of the window, only to hit solid bedrock.
McDougal began to growl a deep rumble in the body savage growl. She stopped what she was doing and listened. She heard voices and footsteps approaching from the far side of the ruins. With a hand signal to McDougal for silence, she grabbed his collar, led him to a sheltered spot, and they hid.
She heard her sister Sarah’s voice and almost broke cover. That is until she heard what her sister had to say. “No, you will kill her as I said. My father will be heartbroken but will still give me the kingdom. We will have riches and power.”
Mavelle couldn’t hear the soldier’s reply but didn’t care. She couldn’t allow her sister’s death. She had to act fast. If only I’d brought my bow, she thought. She backed away from the ruins staying under cover and keeping an eye on where her older sister and the soldiers were.
Once upon a time a long, long time ago…cont’d
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Now the middle princess, Mavelle had a habit of walking through the woods at all hours of the night and she came upon the bloodied, weak, and wailing Crone.
“Mother, who did this to you? Let me help you.” The princess gently aided the Crone to her hut. She washed and doctored the Crone’s wounds and patiently waited for the old woman to stop sobbing and tell her the story of her cruel treatment.
When at last she could speak, the Crone told the young princess a tale that she found horrifying. “Little one, it was your sister. So cruelly did she treat me that I refused to answer her questions. For your kindness, I will reward you.
“Mother, I need no reward, for what I did, anyone would do for one who suffers.”
“Anyone other than your sister, it seems. Now listen carefully. You must travel to the center of the deep forest. There you will find a cave of stone. Inside is a dagger of dark crystal, this is the only thing that can kill a stone ogre. It can pierce his stone heart.
The princess traveled to the forest accompanied only by her deerhound, Mcdougal. There she trod softly on bare feet following the deer trails to the center. It took some time to find the cave and when she did, she easily prized the dark crystal knife from its lair.
Holding a kerchief of her sister’s in front of her deerhound’s face, she begged her companion to seek her sister. Fleet of foot, the hound raced ahead of her for many miles only slowing to see if she still followed.
Finally, the hound halted, he dropped to the ground and whined. She could no more move him than a mountain. She sat next to him, pillowed her head on his back, and napped. As she slept, she dreamed.
Her sister, Lovena, beckoned to her and said, “Look below and not above, behind and not in front. Beware the heart of ice and listen only to one who is true. Hurry sister.”
She woke with a start. “McDougal, we need to hurry. Find her!”
Her deerhound sat in place and whined. He held up one paw and then the other.
“Here? She’s here? But where?” Mavelle looked around her. They were in the courtyard of a long abandoned summer home. Most of the home was in ruins but to her right and below ground level, she saw a small window. She would’ve missed the window had her sister’s words not echoed in her mind.
“How do I get in there?”….More tomorrow.
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