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But Momma, I want dat lamb gravy!

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The noses know and they let us know they know.

     Nothing in this house goes without complete investigation.  Our two private dogvestigators make sure they know exactly where we’ve been, who we’ve been with, and if there were any dogs or other critters present.  Heavens forbid that you’ve been near more than one dog.

     Multiple dog scents mean a thorough sniffing over every inch of the body.  Ice cold noses make sure to hit and linger over any bare spots on the anatomy.  Summer clothes reveal the back of the knees, a favorite spot to place their noses.  I think they do it mainly for the squeals they get.

     Any packages or bags need investigating by the doggie duo.  They sniff each item, we can’t sneak anything past them.

     Do you have your own private investigators?

     You all have a good one!

I never get a whole banana…ever.

Daddy said you had nanners over here…Want some.

 

Want some too!

I don’t normally do this….

…..but this is fantastic!  You really need to watch this.

http://www.wimp.com/sheeplight/

Here’s your sign…

     While walking in the Rose Gardens last week I had finally remembered to pocket a few dog cookies for the various dogs that we see there.  Funny, we only came across three dogs this time. 

     However, while talking to one dog’s owner, whose dog was not on a leash may I add, I had to bite my tongue a few times.  He asked me if I had dogs.  I said yes and then he asked why wasn’t I walking them in the park. 

     “My female isn’t good with other dogs since one attacked her.  My male has started to back up her attitude.  I dare not walk them where people let their dogs run loose.  They are not good with other dogs.”

     He replied, “Yeah, I know what you mean a couple of big dogs attacked my dog and chased him home once.”

     No, people, he did NOT get it!!!  Here’s your sign sir.

     I hope you all have a good one!

Run! She’s got them cotton swabs out again!

 

     Miss Patty has gone into hiding since I cleaned her ears.  Well, actually, she went into hiding before I could clean them.  It’s not my fault that she was shaking her head and made me take a look at them.  Ew, yucky, they were dirty. 

     Out came the cotton swabs and tissues then ~poof~ went the dog.  She bolted for her kennel and hid as far back as she could squeeze.  I swear she even held her breath. 

     “Have you seen the brown dog, dear?” I pointed to the crate.

     “Nope.”  DH tried to keep from laughing out loud.  “I haven’t seen her.”

     “I wonder where Patty is?  I bet she doesn’t know I have a cookie.”

     The white dog appeared at my feet.  Gavin tried to give his paw, do a stick ’em up, even a speak. 

     “Sorry, white dog.  This COOKIE  is for the brown dog.  It’s your sister’s COOKIE.  Maybe if PATTY doesn’t want a COOKIE, you can have it.”

     A black nose poked out of a crate door, followed by a brown and white face.  Soon I had a brown and white dog sitting at my feet next to the white dog.  I gave them both a cookie and closed the crate doors so Patty couldn’t go back into hiding.

     The brown dog gave me a killing look and tried to hide behind DH’s chair.

     “Too late.  Gotcha now.”  I cleaned her ears.  When I opened the crate doors again Patty went back into hiding. 

Gavin makes our vet laugh

     Sixty-five pounds of muscle, wrapped in white fur, flattened on the floor of the vet’s office like road kill and had to be dragged across the slippery floor to the exam room.  It’s a good thing they keep those floors slippery.

     Dr O couldn’t help but laugh when he walked into the exam room and Gavin, upon hearing our vet’s voice,  levitated and landed behind me to hide.  Ten years of going to the same vet and the idiot dog still hides from the man.

     Shots were given, blood taken, eye with conjunctivitis checked and Gavin was released from his torture.   Much to his joy, I took him out to the van to sit with G while I paid the bill.

Home of the mooches

 

     Sometimes we have to share what we’re eating with the pups.  It’s either do that or suffer through ‘the mooch.’  Gavin will rest his head on your knee and droooooool.  Patty will sit directly in front of you and staaaaare at you.

     If we open the freezer for an ice-cube, we must pay the toll of one for each dog or suffer the consequences.  The walking blockade maneuver is the most frequent consequence and they use that on DH.  I don’t have a problem walking so when they try it on me I can easily push them aside.

     Never open a banana in this house and expect to eat it all.  These dogs can hear the skin tear and will pop out of a sound sleep for some.

     DH likes gummies and these too he must share.  The pups get only the teensiest of samples, but it’s either he gives them some or they’ll poke him to death.

We should have asked for permission

 

 We got rid of our sofa bed yesterday.  Patty is not happy.  That’s her on it above.  She thought it was hers.  She has been pouting ever since it left.

    
     Yes, our dogs are spoiled.  I tried to explain to her that the darned thing was old and no one used it but she said she did and it wasn’t fair.
 
     She’ll get over it.

Let the TrueBlood marathon begin

 

     Back last year I preordered the third season of TrueBlood.  Night before last I got an e-mail from Amazon saying they’d shipped it.  It arrived yesterday afternoon.  Yippee!  Guess what I’ll be watching with DH every evening.  I need to replay several episodes of the last season so we can get back into the story before we start the new ones.  Oh heck, I’m betting we start over at the beginning again.

     I got DH hooked on TrueBlood when I bought the first season.  He was even looking forward to the second season when it came out.  I’d no sooner told him that Amazon had said they’d sent the third season when the mail carrier opened our screen door and placed the package between the doors.  Talk about a surprise.

I love this weather

 

     It was hot outside yesterday and the dogs are quite spoiled by their Daddy’s need for air conditioning.  Patty spent the day sprawled out on the couch and Gavin alternated between his chair and the floor in front of the air conditioner.

     I spent most of the day outside planting some of my flowers and veggie plants and working on the pond.  I only came in to rehydrate and take the dogs out to pee.  Well, it was more like dragging the dogs out.  They didn’t want to leave the air conditioning.  DH and the dogs think I’ve lost my mind.  I hate to tell them that it took a walk a long time ago.

     I’ll be out working on the garden again today.  I need to weed along the back fence and get the rest of the tomatoes planted there.  Then on Tuesday, I need to buy more potting soil so I can put flowers in the pots out front and in the wrought iron stand that I brought home from the MIL’s house.

Patty wanted Gavin’s bed tonight

 

     Poor Patty, since the towel-eating incident she isn’t allowed to have any bedding in her crate.  That was a scare and a vet bill I’d rather not have again.  Since it was only a year or two ago we still don’t trust her to leave bedding alone.

     I put a fresh towel in Gavin’s crate tonight and then I was busy doing something in the kitchen.  DH went into the living room to give Patty a cookie but she wasn’t in her crate as he thought.  She was in Gavin’s crate checking out the new bedding.  She was having quite a good time in there too.  We half expected her to steal the towel and take it into her crate.  We are betting she had thought about it.