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Chipping through the looking glass
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To be able to step through the looking glass as Alice did and deal with a strange land of chess pieces and a fearsome Jabberwocky would probably be easier at times than the day to day life we deal with. Heck, another day similar to yesterday and I’ll beg someone to give me a hammer to chip my way through the looking glass. I’d rather battle a Jabberwocky than watch him have such an awful day.
Dear Hubby never knows when he wakes up in the morning if he’ll be able to walk or not. I never know if it will be a good day or a bad day. Today was a good day.
Other than a sore spot on the back of his head where it met the wall yesterday, DH felt well. His balance was even halfway decent. In fact, after spending yesterday limited to his Lazy Boy he was restless today. Nevertheless, after yesterday’s fall I wasn’t taking any chances. Whenever he got up I asked him what he was doing, and did he need me to get him something. I couldn’t help myself. I probably drove him crazy treating him like Humpty Dumpty.
On days like this, I call Patty and Gavin Tweedle-Dum and Tweedle-Dee. They were silly and spent the day chasing each other about the house, wrestling over Nylabones, and getting under foot. I think they were happy that DH was feeling better.
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Gavin the master of illusion
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We had snow yesterday and again today. For a while today the snow fell in large flakes, fast and furious. Wouldn’t you know that during that time Gavin wanted to go out the most? Have you ever tried to follow the antics of a white dog in a snowstorm? It’s not that easy.
One minute he was trotting along the fence line and the next instant he was behind me. I almost fell over him. He does this all the time. You can tell he thinks it is funny. Bull Terriers have a way of grinning at you and their eyes are always full of mischief. I don’t recommend this breed to the faint of heart for they are truly a handful. We often joke that one day they’ll be the death of us.
I’m certain there are times that Patty envies Gavin his winter camouflage. Patty can only get away that sort of maneuver at night and never in the snow. Then again, she has nighttime stealth capabilities. This, along with her sharper temperament, is why she’s the one who sleeps in the crate with the unlatched door.
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A cold day in…
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Wind chills are dropping the temperatures down into the single digits. Do the pups want to go out? Only if they have to. I’m sure if they had long double coats they might want to be out more but they don’t. Tomorrow is supposed to be colder so I suspect we’ll have to use a crow bar to pry them from their favorite warm places.
They didn’t volunteer to go outside once today. For a change, the bells on the back door remained silent. We have a string of sleigh bells nailed on to the door that they ring when they want to go out. On warm days, Gavin will ring the damned bells every five minutes. On warm days, I’m tempted to wring his neck and I curse the day old Sadie taught him how to ring them.
Late tonight, for their last out, I sent Patty into the backyard, she ran out a few yards, squatted, and dashed back in the door. Gavin went out, took about four steps, raised his leg on a planter to the right of the door, and sprinted inside. Both gave me looks that said, “You woke me up for this? It is friggin’ cold out there!”
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It wasn’t an easy day for Dear Hubby
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Dear Hubby had a pain management appointment today. He’d had to reschedule after last week’s minor fender bender that he had on the way there. He didn’t get the usual late afternoon appointment he prefers. He had to be there at nine in the morning. Not trusting himself to get up on time, and stay awake enough to go, he asked me if I minded playing alarm clock for him. Since it meant staying up only an hour or two longer than I normally do, I said I would.
Before I woke him, I took the pups out, fed them, and made a pot of coffee. This way when he came down there was nothing he HAD to that would tire him out before it was time to leave. I also had him take my car instead of his truck when I saw his windshield had ice on it and mine was clear.
I often drive him to his appointments but he’d already planned to go alone this time. I believe he thinks I need a break from running him to all his doctors and with the cold weather, he feels well enough to drive himself. I kissed him goodbye, told him to drive carefully, and headed to bed.
When I came down later, I could tell he’d had a rough day. The pups were snoozing in their crates, DH kept dozing in his chair, and he avoided walking unless he absolutely had to. It seems that the pups decided today was pester DH day. Once he arrived home from his appointment, they didn’t give him a moment’s rest.
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Looking for caption ideas
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The two dogs on the top of this page are our present dogs and that is one of my favorite pictures of them. The white Bull Terrier is Gavin and the dark one is Patty. You have no idea how long it took to get that shot of them. When one pup would stay down the other would pop up. If they weren’t popping up and down, one or the other would decide to wander off as soon as I had the camera ready.
It does look as though they are grumbling to each other. Occasionally, I change the caption under their picture. I’ve had a couple of suggestions from friends as to what those two nut ball dogs are saying. I haven’t used them yet.
Now I’d like to hear some suggestions from my readers so please tell me in the comments section here. I only ask that you please keep it clean, silly is fine, and if it makes other readers read on through the blog, all the better!
I’m quite excited that today my blog stats showed it passed the 20,000 mark in hits in less than four months. Thank you!
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Have you laughed today?
Posted by doggonedmysteries
I’m talking about a giggle, a titter, a chuckle, a belly laugh, any sort of laughter will do.
Dear Hubby and I are fortunate because we always have laughter. He has a wonderful dry sense of humor that sneaks up on you, pulls out a baseball bat, and whacks you in the head. It’s fast and seldom painless. Think groaningly bad, but hysterically funny puns and jokes. You begin to giggle. Then you find it difficult to stop because your brain keeps hitting replay.
Everyone needs a good giggle occasionally. Like when you were a child and got into a fit of giggles that nothing, not even threats from exasperated parents could stop. These incidents usually happen during dinners. Siblings or other members of the family (yes, dear cousins you have done this too) usually egg the giggles on. In my case, DH keeps me going once he gets me started. He gets a kick out of me clutching my aching sides and laughing myself weak.
The pups are also good for a few daily laughs. Eventually one of them manages to make us chuckle with one stunt or another. Today Gavin dug out his favorite toy, a rubber ball that looks like basket weave. He bugged DH to throw it for him several times. Patty sat on the couch to observe this ritual. Finally, she decided to join in on the fun and the game of fetch became a tug of war between the two dogs. SHE thought it was fun. Gavin was not pleased but with us telling him he was ‘such a good boy for sharing’, he behaved admirably.
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More snow, it’s going to be a long winter
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When I woke up today, we already had a few inches of snow on the ground. Since then it’s been steadily falling. Sure, it looks pretty but only if you don’t have to shovel it. At least with the full moon tonight it’ll be bright enough for me to go outside and clean off both our vehicles. What am I waiting for? I’m waiting for it to slow down somewhat maybe even stop.
Our sidewalk shoveling angel came by late this afternoon. This time I caught a glimpse of the person and it is exactly whom I thought it was. I’m going to have to figure out a way to thank him.
The pups like this snow. Unlike the last storm where it was all ice coated, hard, and slick, this time it’s soft, fluffy, and fun for them. Patty galloped around the yard. Gavin wanted me to toss a few snowballs for him. Short romps for them though their coats are too short for them to stay out there long. Once back in the house they were content to share the couch and laze out for several hours. Both Dear Hubby and I did the same in our chairs. It was the ideal sort of day to do nothing.
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It’s cold tonight
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Poor Gavin was fussing in his crate so I went to see what the problem was. He was trying to roll up in a little fake sheepskin I had in there. When I realized what the problem was I trotted down to the cellar and retrieved a much larger, thicker blanket. Right now, he’s happily rolling himself up in it and it sounds like a herd of elephants is loose in my kitchen.
Normally our house is warm but when the temperature dips down to a mere twenty degrees, the kitchen becomes quite chilly. I had been running a small electric heater in there to keep the chill off, but after I got the last bill from the electric company I figured Gavin would be happier with a nice blanket he can bury himself in, this is something he’s done since he was a puppy.
I’m sure at some time tomorrow, when Patty inspects Gavin’s crate she’ll be quite put off that HE got a big, fluffy blanket. Miss Patty will never freeze her crate is nice and cozy because hers is next to a radiator in the living room.
These two love their crates and when they decide it’s time for bed, they expect us to drop the towel over the door to block out our lights. No, my dogs aren’t spoiled-yeah right.
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In Loving memory
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Mom with birthday roses 2005
Beloved Mother and friend.
There aren’t enough words or ways to say I love you and miss you.
W. R. W.
7/30/1915 –1/1/2007
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Happy New Year Everyone!
Posted by doggonedmysteries
My wishes for the New Year are:
- Dear Hubby’s health stabilizes.
- We all find our bliss.
- You and yours have a healthy year.
- We all stay out of the poorhouse.
- I finish my books and my agent sells them in short order.
- We hit the lottery.
- Karma catches up with those who deserve it.
- The new administration actually does something to make this country great again and it wasn’t only election rhetoric.
- An end to world hunger.
- World peace.
Love and hugs to my dear Aunties, Cousins, and friends.
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Dust bunnies from hell
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Okay, I admit it. I didn’t clean the house for Christmas. I didn’t even give the floors a lick and a promise with a dust mop. Why? We had no company coming to visit. We two, and the pups were all who was to be here. Why fuss and clean like a maniac when there was no need?
Today I noticed a fuzzy bit sticking out from under my desk. When I reached to pick it up there came a great gnashing of teeth and slashing of claws-I’d grabbed the tail of a killer dust bunny from hell. It was only one of many. The dogs retreated to their crates to hide from the vicious creatures.
I seized the mighty and magical vacuum, unleashed the awful power, and waged battle upon the creatures of fuzz and dust. I emerged victorious. The dirty fiends will grow, multiply, and before too long a new battle will begin.
Tomorrow, I shall wage war on the muddy paw print monsters, they are the sneaky invisible creatures that slink into the house and finger-paint on my floors trying to get the pups into trouble.
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The chair shark
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Gavin loves to sit in my lounge chair with me. He’ll stretch out alongside me and chew his favorite Nylabone on the footrest. He’s contented, he’s happy, but he’s bait for the chair shark.
Patty is the resident chair shark. She will stalk Gavin for his bone. She will circle behind my chair and hide under Dear Hubby’s footrest. She will crawl under mine and from underneath will POKE Gavin with her nose a few times. Patty waits and watches for a paw to flop over the edge of the chair. She nips at the dangling appendage. Gavin leans over the edge and nips back. The two jaw wrestle for a bit until she retreats under DH’s footrest.
Gavin goes back to chewing his bone. The chair shark begins to circle her prey again. She doesn’t want any of the bones in their toy box she wants what Gavin has. She MUST have it.
Gavin stops chewing his bone, sighs, and rests his chin on my shins. The chair shark pounces, steals the bone, and leaps for her lair, the couch. She does her victory dance, shaking the Nylabone, and bouncing back and forth on the couch. Buried behind the seat cushions you can scarcely see the three other bones she stole from Gavin today.
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