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They love pizza bones
Yesterday was not a healthy food day. We had pizza for dinner. We have Domino’s pizza for dinner about once a month or so. The Curmudgeon gets his favorite of the day and I get an Artisan pizza.
The dogs love pizza night because they get pizza bones. (Pizza crusts) You never saw two happier dogs as when I announce that we are getting pizza for dinner.
We have a good rapport with our Domino’s after all these years. They always get our order perfect. Two of the drivers, that have been with them for years, know us by our first names and call out hello to the pups when they deliver here too.
Did someone say pizza?
Can I have some peanut butter cracker?
I helped you make them.
I made sure you got to the living room with them.
If I look pitiful enough, will you share?
I always miss the best shots.
Even with my camera in hand I couldn’t get any shots of Gavin merrily hucklebutting from living room to kitchen and back. Every time I’d get him in the frame and go to hit the button, he’d bounce out of frame.
Idiot dog. Love him to death and would sure love to have a decent enough camera to catch those wonderful shots I can’t get this one to capture.
One day. A good camera is not on the top of my priority list. Not when I need the front porch repaired, a patio, the yard leveled, painting done, dry wall up in two rooms, yeah and many more things. Nope a camera is not on the top of my list.
I’m addicted to Halloween Wars.
I admit it, I have even set the DVR to switch over to the show so I don’t miss it. (No, I don’t go so far as to record it.)
I love seeing the creations made of pumpkin carvings, sugar work, cake, and modeling chocolate.
My jealousy of how clever the pumpkin carvers are knows no bounds. 😀
Ew, wet dog smell all day.
I swear these two dogs are so different from each other. It rained yesterday and Gavin had no problem going out even in the worst of it. However, Miss Lucy imagined she might melt her sugary self if she got the least bit wet.
The only time they are anything alike is at meal time. Both are eager eaters and will dance about and holler for their food while we fix it for them. What a hoot.
Bed time, Gavin wants in his crate, he wants the door shut, and he wants the cover down. Lucy would rather sleep on the couch wrapped up like a fuzzy, grey burrito in the soft and fuzzy blanket.
They both snore but I think the little girl snores louder. 😉
Pictures because I am too lazy to write anything tonight.
Zzzzzzzzzz!
Nom nom nom!
Zzzzzzz!
I am easily amused.
I hope you are too.
Have a good one!
How much fog is too much fog?
Wouldn’t you know it. My new fog machine arrived yesterday and The Curmudgeon decided it was a good time to repair the old one.
**Banging head on the wall**
You couldn’t do that months ago when I asked you to? You waited until I ordered a new one?
Oh well, now I have two. We’ll fog it up like crazy this year. Is there really such a thing as too much fog on Halloween?
What? Again?
Yeah, Tuesday I drove The Curmudgeon to his pain management appointment. They forgot and only gave him one of his three months of prescriptions which we didn’t see until after we got home. Therefore yesterday, I had to take him back there to get his other two prescriptions.
This happens far too often.
The Curmudgeon was not a happy camper.
Nope, I like classic mode better.
WordPress says that this is supposed to be easier to post using this mode of editor. So far they’re wrong in oh so many ways.
I much prefer the classic mode. Here they make it so you have to scroll through eternity trying to find the tags you wish to use. Stupid set up WordPress, the other way was much easier! I’ve given this a try and I am very disappointed in the new editor mode.
It’s back to classic mode for me until you make this better, easier, and not quite so idiotic.
The old pup is soon another year older.
Gavin saw some old friends yesterday. He hadn’t seen them in ages. The old boy acted like a young pup. He does take a lot of joy in seeing old friends. He’s never forgotten a single person he ever met.
It’s fun to see him bounce around and wag his tail like crazy. Some days it’s hard to believe he’ll be thirteen on November first, especially when he’s playing with Lucy. After a while, he does tire out and heads for his crate, peace and quiet, and sleep.
Damned squirrels!
I had five eggplants growing nicely for me. I wasn’t planning to pick them until we had a frost warning. I should have picked them day before yesterday. Who knew the squirrel wars would continue after the tomatoes were gone?
Yesterday, when I went out with the dogs, I found three eggplants on the ground chewed up. DAMN! I quickly picked the remaining two. We will have them with our dinner tonight.
I haven’t seen the hawks much since they cut down so many trees in the cemetery. Maybe I need to hang a sign up there…
Wanted: Squirrel hunters. Apply within.
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