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I never get a whole banana…ever.

Daddy said you had nanners over here…Want some.

 

Want some too!

Don’t tell anyone but Patty likes to have her teeth brushed

     After the last vet dental bill on Gavin, and the availability of a new doggie toothpaste at the vet’s office, Gavin and Patty get their teeth brushed every night.  It’s funny to watch them.

     Patty is first.  She ducks her head down as low as possible, making me have to bend and reach, but if you look at the other end, her tail is wagging like crazy.  Once I get her jaw in my hand, lift her lips, and start brushing her tail wags even faster.  However, that’s not how I know she likes it.

     Gavin is next.  He ducks.  I catch.  I brush.  Done.  Except that every single time Patty comes over and tries to get a lick in on his teeth. 

     Hehehe!  She likes the beef flavored doggie toothpaste.

     You all have a good one!

I hate grocery shopping more and more

     The store wasn’t crowded so that wasn’t it.  The clerk at the check out was neither surly nor slow, she was quite pleasant and quick.  I hate trudging down aisle after aisle, loading bag after bag into my car, and then unloading the car once I get home.  Even putting the things away has become more a hateful chore than anything.

      By the time I get the car unloaded and the groceries put away I’m so tired I can hardly see straight.  All I want to do is go take a nap.  However, that’s not possible because it is almost dinner time.

     I have dogs barking at me for their dinners.  The Curmudgeon asking me, “What’s for dinner?”  Can I stop and take a short break for maybe five minutes? 

     Okay, now give me a little cheese to go with my whine…we all need to whine occasionally.

     You all have a good one!

Tree rat wars revisited

     Devil squirrels!  Tree Rats!!!  They’ve chewed through the cords for my tree lights.  Not just one string of lights have they ruined but they have taken out one extension cord and the cord to my Bethlehem star light.  This means war…again.

     When I see them in my yard, I take the dogs out.  They love to bark at the tree rats and chase them away.  If the dogs are down for their naps I go out and chase the danged fuzzy tailed bandits.  I vow to give them no peace in my yard.  Maybe they’ll decide that other yards are more to their liking.

A new week

     I’m hoping that today I hear from my cardiologist.  I’d really hate to have to wait all week to hear about what he thinks of the tests.  My luck, if he does call today, he calls while I’m gone for my walk.  Sometimes I really hate HIPPA, since they get so weird about giving any information to The Curmudgeon.

     Yes, after an entire week of doctor appointments, I am more than a little happy to get back to taking my walk today. 

      The Curmudgeon’s blood tests came back and according to his neurologist he’s anemic.  He has an appointment to see our family doctor later this week.

      You all have a good one!

Lazy Sunday

This is me today….

I just want to snooze.

Still not up to par

     Two doctor appointments in two days is no fun but three days is worse.  I’m back to the cardiologist’s office today for both an echo cardiogram and a nuclear stress test.

     Only had about two hours of sleep last night not sure how much I’ll get tonight.

      Gavin and Patty played alarm clock long before my alarm went off yesterday.  Therefore they weren’t invited into my room to bed bounce. 

     You all have a good one!

Mommy is tired and I think it’s all my fault

     I woke Mom early yesterday morning.  I bounced on her bed and chased my Sissie down the steps when she came in the room.   Chased a big house fly and almost knocked Daddy over too.

     Daddy gave us our breakfast and cookies and then Mommy went away for a long time today.  Daddy worried when she was gone so long and called the doctor’s office to see if she was still there.  They said she’d just left.

     Yay, Mommy came home right before dinnertime.  She told Daddy she felt like a pin cushion.  Mommy gave us our dinner and then they had the food guy come to the door with egg foo youngs and other stuff. 

     Mommy fell asleep in her chair so jumped up on her to keep her warm.  I think I have a new name.

     Love you all!

     Gavin

Low and slow, a good thing

     I’ve been flying low and slow for the past few days.  It has helped my back feel better.  Maybe there’s a reason we’re having a week of rain. 

      Unbelievable how everything has greened up around here.  The gardens will need more than a bit of weeding next weekend, which is when they say we’ll have some sun again.  I really need to buy some mulch.

     Gavin and Patty aren’t thrilled about the wet weather.  At least that means they are out and back in fast. 

      You all have a good one!

A multitude of thoughts

     It seems that this year the Bull Terrier community is taking a lot of hits.  We’ve lost a lot of good people so far this year and another one left us yesterday.  My heartfelt condolences to all the families of the bullie people we’ve lost.

     Rainy weather here has made all the leaves pop and those that had already opened grew almost visibly in one day.  The Curmudgeon is grumbling that as soon as the yard is dry enough he’s going to have to mow again.

     To the north and west of us I hear they are getting snow.  I hope they keep it to themselves, I don’t want to share.

     Nothing happening on the house yet but I am hopeful that we’ll get some good news soon.  I am keeping my fingers crossed for a bidding war.

The rain might settle my allergies for a while.  That would be nice,  I do like breathing.

     The pups are not pleased with the rain.  I keep telling them that we need it but they don’t care, they want it to go away.

     You all have a good one!

Yes, yes they are good guard dogs

     When these two pups decide to bark at a stranger, they sound like ten dogs vying to tear the person apart.  Someone working on the upcoming election had the misfortune to find this out today.

     When he knocked on the door Gavin and Patty went from snoozing in chairs waiting for Mom to wake up to ‘look at us we are vicious guard dogs’ mode in one second flat.

     He made a remark about what good guard dogs they were to The Curmudgeon.  To which he replied, “Yes, yes they are.”

     Invited guests equal overly friendly, love you, love you smoochy dogs.  Whereas uninvited guests equal “Mommy, can we snack on them?”

Lazy day pictures