I’m back at the library and don’t have a lotta time left; not to mention all the lovely middle schoolers are here now. The troll that was here a couple of days ago isn’t here thank God. But I’ll be lucky to get this posted before my time runs out.
Sitting next to me is an older gentleman with a weeks worth of stubble.
Why is it that that stubbly thing can look good on the younger guys, but not on more seasoned gents? They just look unkept. He’s wearing a T-shirt with some holes in it.
This poor guy just looks homeless; but at least he knows how to behave in public, which is a good thing because he’s all mine.
Apparently Doug was Jonesing for his sports fix and could wait no more, so instead of waiting for me in the car and reading the paper he decided he’d come on in and join me here.
Not that he dresses up everyday anyway. But he usually wouldn’t come here looking like this.
But this morning we got a call from our neighbor, the one who agreed to split the cost of replacing the fence, then reneged. (Doug was pissed.) As you might imagine things have been somewhat strained since. Anyway, he said “Michele, all your dogs are in my yard.”
Now I knew that wasn’t possible since I had both Gizmo and Daisy in our bedroom. Still we knew something was up and when we went in the backyard we saw Blondie contorting herself to return home. She was crawling through a relatively small hole that they’d dug under the fence. How Lazer got through a hole that size I have no idea. He’s close to twice the size of the twins. Perhaps he channeled Harry Houdini.
I could see Lazer and Blackie running about in the yard next door. When Doug went next door to get them they got by him and went running down the street. Thank God school was already in session so the traffic was minimal. Since we live only a couple of blocks from a school it would’ve been much worse if they’d gotten out earlier.
Lazer blasted down the block like he had a turbo, and in a minute was out of site. Blackie, being a mommas girl, came to the car when I called her.
We prepared to chase Lazer for a long time. If Kiwi ever got out it could be hours before we got her back. (You can’t get a Siberian back before they’re ready to be gotten. We learned that a long time ago.) As a precaution, I had a microchip put in Lazer when we took him for his shots. Still I didn’t want him just running about.
But luck was on our side today. It was 65 outside this morning; and with his double coat, he heats up quick when he runs full out. If it’d been freezing this morning it could’ve beeen bad for us.
After only about 5 more minutes he decided that he’d had enough adventure and came to the car. As soon as we got everyone back in one place, Doug went to Home Depot to get some concrete. So he spent the next hour or so mixing concrete and dog proofing the yard.
Naturally he doesn’t wear his best clothes to work with concrete. So he put on his holey shirt, paint stained shorts and beat up old Nikes. For Home Depot that’s fine.
Everyplace else, which includes the library, not so much.
As I’ve been sitting here I’ve seen a few dismissive looks directed at him. But he seems not to notice. Actually it’s probably more that he doesn’t give a rat’s ass what anyone thinks of him.
I wish I was as secure as he is.
Now news of other canine antics… But for once this wasn’t actually one of ours. It was Annie, Evelyn’s dog. Annie was rescued from a puppy mill where she’d spent the first 6 years of her life. Because of the dire circumstances she endured early on, she has some issues, especially with food.
I can relate.
You really have to keep an eye on her. She’s a sneak thief for sure.
One time she grabbed a bunch of a garlic rolls and hid them in the couch cushions. (You never know when you’re gonna need a late night snack after all.)
But this time it wasn’t actually food she went after.
This time Annie got a dish towel.
Evelyn’s washer and dryer is in their kitchen behind louvered doors. And when she has something that’s damp, she’d toss it on the floor and close the door til she was ready to do a load of wash. Apparently a tiny bit of the towel was peeking out from under the door and Annie, being the clever canine that she is, fanged it, pulled it from under the door and ate it- every last bit of it when Evelyn was out.
Annie wasn’t acting like herself a few days ago so Evelyn took her to the vet. And lo and behold when they did the x-ray there was dish towel. The vet gave her an emetic to make her barf it up. However it didn’t work. Evelyn was told if something didn’t happen by yesterday Annie would need surgery.
The good news is though that Annie was sent home yesterday. The hand towel is still inside but seems to be moving along so she was sent on home to see if she could pass it on her own. If she gets in distress she’ll have to have emergency surgery; so needless to say we’ve all got our fingers crossed, since the vet bill so far was already $635.00.
So I guess that’s all the news that’s news for now.
I appreciate all the input everyone provided about computers. We are taking it under advisement.
I have an Ecofab order to deliver tomorrow and have Discovery Green all day Saturday. Tonight through Saturday night we’re setting up at a club for 20 somethings near downtown. We’ll be outside so I have no idea how we’ll do. But I have my fingers crossed. With any luck I’ll be able to get back online on Sunday.
Well at least people can’t say I’m not trying.
So go forth and have a good weekend young ones. I’ll be around to visit when I can.
I’m guessing that maybe Annie needed the fiber. :) Honestly, a dish towel. wow. that is just weird. but alas, she’s a dog.
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My son’s dog eats socks that she finds around. They try very hard to keep the socks put away but my son, Jeff, particularly finds that hard to do. He is a product of the Jeanne Kraus School of Childraising, which emphasizes leaving your socks right where you peel them off your feet with nothing but your big toe used as a lever. Sometimes multiple piles o’socks can be found. Monday’s in the living room, Tuesday by the computer, etc. But now his dog Abbey has cured him of a habit that got by me for over 30 years. If I had only known that all I would have to do is eat the socks, well…
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Okay, it was a hand knitted dish cloth made by grandmother-in-law several years ago. She is now 102 and moved into assisted living last year. My mother-in-law gives a dozen or so every couple of years. I love these dish cloths. Husby and I talked about it and we may consider returning it to my MIL once Annie relinquishes it and ask for a replacement. Just kidding.
As for the roles, they were hidden for several days. We would find crumbs, but never found the bag. It was winter and I had a throw on the sofa that day. When my husby sat down to rub my feet (he can be very sweet) he sat on the throw and felt something. There were the remaining rolls, only one and a half were left, still in the bag. Apparently she had been hiding them behind the sofa cushion, but with the throw there, she figured she didn’t need to be quite as fastidious and just covered up the part that showed with the throw (after moving it out of the way).
Australian Cattle dogs were bred with dingoes. Annie, it seems, has an extra dose of dingo genes. She is so sneaky. I love her so much, even with her increasing separation anxiety, but she keeps me on my toes.
Good luck with the sales.Let us know how Annie does. Who needs a gym membership or an entertainment committee when you have your dogs?
By the way, Annie has yet to relinquish her dish cloth, so I’m keeping a pair of disposable rubber gloves handy in case she needs assistance. This is as bad as having toddlers around!
I have also hidden garlic rolls in the couch! I really enjoyed the post…gresat surprise element about the homeless guy in the library being Doug!
I have a cat who brings home yellow leaves (only the yellow ones – God alone knows how HE knows)
In NZ it is law – neighbours HAVE to go halves in a boundary fence – that way the dogs would never get out that way!!!
I LOVE that Doug was the homeless guy :-) (you should see Rick right now – at least we are safe at home!)
PS… I spent most of the day on Pinterest… I am blaming YOU!!! XO
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We adopted Jimmie the Giant about a year ago, he’s six. Anyway, a friend who used to work in Jimmie’s vet office toldme he was almost her dog because as a puppy he ate all kinds of things and his owners were beside themselves. Anyway, he ended up with a surgery to remove nuts and bolts he’d eaten. Not Nuts and Bolts the tasty snack, but the metal kind. My friend told the vet if his owners were going to put Jimmie down because of the surgery expense (which I guess they were considering) she would pay for the surgery and adopt him. His owners obviously paid for the surgery, but gave him up 4 years later. The funny thing is, he doesn’t eat things he shouldn’t anymore. The nuts and bolts must have cured him of the snacking urge. He does burp a lot though, which is just wonderful when he does it in your face.
Hope Annie is okay.
Good luck this weekend.
What a cute little story. Dog’s are definetly wiser that they may appear. Keep them coming!
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Welcome Jordan. Happy you found me. with a pack of 5 dogs, there’s a lot of canine craziness at our place all the time. I hope to see you here again soon.