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Today is Patty’s 9th Birthday.
Since she was a rescue dog, we’ll never know for certain when Patty was born, but today was the day we chose for her. She’s our April fool. I should say, she’s her Daddy’s April fool. As far as she’s concerned I am the alpha but her heart belongs to him.
Happy Birthday Patty. Holy cow, you are now nine!
She almost broke her brother…
I had Gavin and Patty out in the yard yesterday and they were enjoying this new freedom they have with the new fence. Patty especially enjoys it, she loves to run flat-out around and around the entire yard.
Well, she was doing one of her flat-out runs when I noticed she was heading directly for me and Gavin who was sniffing about the grass near my feet. Gavin, oblivious to her impending collision, kept at his sniffing.
I, on the other hand, quick to surmise impending doom, dashed to one side to escape catastrophe. Patty failed to swerve the last-minute, as one of her predecessors was wont to do, and tried to leap over Gavin.
As you can see, I said ‘tried,’ the attempt was unsuccessful she hit him with her knees on the way over and almost went ass over tin cups. The sound of the impact made me cringe. Gavin uttered not a peep. While I asked Patty if she was trying to break her brother.
Gavin headed inside. I don’t blame him. The yard would also seem less fun to me if I’d been freight trained. I called Patty in from yet another high-speed circuit of the yard.
Opening the kitchen door to let both dogs in, I couldn’t suppress my giggles as I hollered to The Curmudgeon that his baby girl had tried to break her brother.
You all have a good one!
Let’s play!
Lately, every evening around seven, these two nuts start playing. Most of the time that includes hucklebutts and Patty making leg grabs while Gavin tries to wrestle with her.
Never a dull moment around here.
You all have a good one!
Want
Gavin here. Daddy was snacking on nanner chips again. Patty and I tried to mooch some. The Curmudgeon finally gave in and gave us some! Yay!
Common sense, what happened to it?
Will someone please tell me what happened to common sense. Where did it go?
Yesterday, another energy group sent a passel of minions through our neighborhood to recruit sales. I hate people coming to our door to try to change our electric service, tell me about their nut of the day religion, and/or sell me stuff I don’t need.
Anyway, the young man who came to our door and rang the doorbell also opened my storm door. Immediately, he rankled me by that action, I didn’t even wait for him to open his mouth before I told him we weren’t interested.
After a few seconds inside I realized I was still very angry at the young man and the reason why hit me like a bolt from the blue. He had endangered my dogs. Lucky for him that both were in their crates napping at the time. Had they been loose when I opened the door, they probably would’ve bolted through the storm door he held open and run him over.
I walked back outside hoping to catch him. I did. I told him I had some advice for him, and explained how he had endangered himself by opening the outside door. Glad he didn’t learn that lesson the hard way.
You all have a good one!
Too tired to write tonight…
We’re so tired after running around our yard that we won’t even give Mommy any room to sit.
A rare occasion when both of them are on the couch together. 🙂
You all have a good one!
More entertaining than TV
We’d finished dinner and the pups were mooching gummy cherries from The Curmudgeon. As soon as he told them the candy was ‘all gone’ Patty decided it was time to play with Gavin.
She likes to swoop in and grab a leg or his collar to get things started. There’s chasing, there’s wrestling, and there are hucklebutts on and off the couch.
On our part, there is a great deal of laughter.
You all have a good one!
All the better to play indoors
Oh, such cold weather…none of us wanted to go out for any longer than necessary.
My two therapists
I do wish I’d grabbed my camera yesterday when The Curmudgeon’s friend showed up. Gavin and Patty were so excited to see him I thought they’d mow him down.
When he finally sat down on the couch both dogs took that as an invitation to roughhouse. He took it in good spirits because he needed doggy attention. He recently lost both his dogs mere weeks apart. By the time he left, he’d been thoroughly loved on by my two. They make good grief counselors.
We told him to come back any time for a doggy fix because they certainly enjoy the attention.
You all have a good one!
The Dogtors are in
More pictures…
I have had a headache for three days now. Therefore, you are getting more pictures today.
They like MY SPOT on the couch.
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