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Enough snow already.
the pond is somewhere out there--follow the pawprints
We’ve had quite a snowstorm come through here. It finally stopped around 2 a.m. I, being the fool that I am, went outside and shoveled. I shoveled, and I shoveled, and by gum I shoveled some more. I completed a 150 foot+ long by 3 foot wide path through snow about one foot deep. (Okay, officially it was only 4 to 5 inches deep here but at 3 a.m. it sure looked like a foot of snow.) It’s legal, I’m pooped, and I know I’m gonna feel it when I wake up.
Dear Mother Nature,
We have enough snow for a white Christmas, so when people are wishing for one, please don’t listen. We have enough snow for sledding, so when the children ask for more, please don’t listen. Since Dave so gleefully E-mailed me about let it snow, let it snow, etc. IF you must dump more snow around here, please target Dave’s house and skip mine. (Quit laughing Lee, you’re next on my list.)
Sincerely,
MWH
By the way everyone, today is Elena’s birthday. Happy Birthday E!
Have A Happy Holiday!
Whatever holiday you celebrate at this time of year we hope it brings you joy, warmth, wishes granted, and love.
With all our love,
MW, DH, Gavin, and Patty
Training the pup to use the ‘go out’ bells
As I’ve said before, we were fortunate that the older dogs taught the younger ones about the ‘go out’ bells. I’ve only truly taught one dog how to use the bells.
Malcolm was ten months old when he entered our lives. He was also almost housebroken. In other words, he didn’t want to go in the house, but if you didn’t catch the signs that he needed to go out, he’d have accidents. We quickly became aware of his ‘need to go’ signs, and would walk him to the door. We’d say, “Want to go out?” ring the bells, and open the door. We did this EVERY time we took him out.
Within a few weeks, I heard the bells ring, ran to the kitchen to find him standing in front of the door. I praised the heck out of him as I took him out. Several more times that day, we’d hear a tentative jingle of the bells. With each ring, he got praise and an immediate trip outside. He never again had an accident and his bell ringing became more confident.
When Sadie arrived in household as a rescue, Malcolm taught her the secret of the bells. Each dog has taught the next since then. Gavin is the most accomplished of the bell ringers. He rings them loud, often, and long. There I times that I wish he hadn’t learned that trick.
As for Linda over at Crone and Bear it teaching her Devoted Spouse the trick…well, um…gee, do you think he might get the idea?
Frozen ground and lots of rain equals a lake
We now live lakeside and didn’t have to move or spend a fortune. It rained all day and with the ground frozen, the rain had no place to go. The yard is now a lake, and by this time of night, a frozen lake. It’s a good thing that the rain stopped earlier tonight or the Koi might have had a chance to explore the grounds. Knowing them, they would’ve camped out at the back door and waited for food.
Patty doesn’t like wet weather so she only asked to go outside today when she absolutely HAD to go. Gavin doesn’t mind rain, doesn’t like snow much, but the rain he tolerates. He always wants to go out and gives the ‘go out’ bells a good workout every day. Yes, there are days that I want to choke him with the bells.
Bells ring.
“You were out five minutes ago. You peed on everything that is upright. You don’t NEED to go out.”
Bells ring.
“You can’t possibly have to go.”
Bells ring.
“ARGH! All right I’ll take you out.” I put on boots, coat, hat, and we go out. Gavin tinkles on the Tulip Poplar, barks at nothing but the wind, and heads for the door. We go in.
I take off my coat, boots, hat, and settle in front of the computer to work again. I type one sentence.
Bells ring.
“You’ve got to be kidding.”
Another crazy Christmas display I wish I’d thought of putting up
You know darned well this display stopped traffic and caused a few problems. Bet there were a few disgruntled neighbors too.
{Sigh} Why don’t I get these brilliant ideas?
On another note I added 91 hits yesterday…mwahahaha the dinner out is getting closer! Thanks to Linda of Crone and Bear it for sending her blog buddies over. My dear, I do believe you have more than 8 readers. Thanks to all of you who are clicking on this site to help me win the bet with DH!
Hoping to end the year with 50,000 hits
With only a few weeks left to this year, I’m afraid I won’t reach my 50,000 hits goal. (More would be even better.) Well, so far it looks as though I won’t make it, at least, not without your help. Hurry dear readers; tell your family, friends, and blog buddies to pop in for a peek. Bribe them, sweet-talk them, and lie to them if you must. I have a bet with Dear Hubby, there’s a dinner out riding on this. Help me please—we don’t get out much.
How can I induce you? Cuter dog pictures? More talks with the editor on my shoulder? More serious discussions on writing? Arguments with my muse? More dog stories? Life with Dear Hubby and his MS stories? Stories of me the super klutz and life with two BTs? Have you any suggestions?
There are only two things I refuse to comment on—religion and politics. I’ll leave that to other people since I created this blog for fun and I consider both subjects private.
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