Recently, a red winged blackbird hastily thrived for my attention. At first, it kept crashing into the patio doors. I was perplexed because we did not have food nearby the patio windows. The bird continued its mission by flying into the kitchen windows. Once I was able to notify Nancy of the bird visitor, her camera kept trying to capture photos. Strange how I don’t seem to scare the bird to fly away, but a human does. Silly Nancy,…
Today, I really felt like I was a great therapy dog! While Nancy mowed the lawn, I was able to fetch the ball at the same time. OK, I have a confession to make before my whole story today. I am rather annoying to Greg if I am not outside with Nancy. Eventually, I am allowed outside after I bark until I get my way. Don’t even try to tell me that you have never used some…
There are many reasons why I like to be groomed. Of course, there is the obvious reason to shed my long coat for the summer months. But, then there is that bonding time with Nancy. Long ago, I realized that it is therapy session for her to groom me. It is not as though we chat much while she grooms me, we just enjoy each other’s companionship. I wonder how many humans are dog people because…
The trees are swaying to the chime’s song. As the sun plays peek-a-boo through the clouds and the birds scurry about, I rest my head on my little pillow, still dreaming. In my dreams, I am anticipating two adorable little girls visiting us today to give their parents a mini break of their daily duties. We have gathered books from the library and healthy snacks from Trader Joes. I even went to bed early in…
Since we are hosting Mother’s Day at our home, I feel it is only appropriate that I honor my own Mom for Mother’s Day weekend. My Mom, Clarinet lives with my sister, Stella in Minnesota. In the photo, my Mom has the blue bow around her neck. As you can see from the photo, their groomer (Jen) is a far better groomer than Nancy. Oh, us dogs don’t compare, though I know that humans have that common fault….
The chimes are hung up above the deck with the winds directing the tunes right through the open screen windows. It must be rather windy out there. Between the cricket sounds, I hear the cover on the barbecue grill flapping. At times the chimes are only singing one note. Other times, the chords reminisce of familiar harmonies. To my ears, it seems that many of the chime’s melodies never quite come to a resolution. Maybe…
How often do you order something and when it arrives, you are like “what, did I just order that?” Well, that is what happened here recently. Nancy thought she was ordering me a new noise ball that ended up being three times as large as she thought. I placed the large ball on the floor to learn of the ball’s actual purpose and performance. My first thought was, whoa, this is way cool! As long as we…