Ma started pulling clothes out of the wardrobe that I’d never seen her wear before. She struggled into them with a lot of deep breathing and thanked God for spanx
The bro tried on a lot of pants and jackets of Dads to see if anything would fit him. One jacket worked! He has to wear his own pants though!!!!
Dad put frontline on me and Mega on Tuesday night just to be sure we’re OK! He then pulled out our vaccination files and put them in a promenant position on the kitchen table. Ominous!
Finally, and not for fun, Ma took the scissors to my werewolf hairdo as she said I’d disgrace the family if anyone saw me like that.
What can it be? I didn’t sleep well at all with all the worrying. Tossed and turned all night long!
The plough is the plough whether you’re in Ohio or Ireland. Gives you that old familiar eternal feeling and when it aligns over Ballylesson where loved ones lie it looks brilliant and touches the heart.
The same cannot be said for the Earth’s climate that has gone crazy.
In the Upper Peninsula of Michigan a foot of snow fell yesterday. In Texas temperatures tumbled by an astounding sixty degree in two days.
The only thing I can do is hunker down in my cozy spot and snooze as I know we’ll only get a short trot in the sleet that’s falling outside.
Might get some oatmeal though it’s Ma’s go to to winter warm up. It’s almost as eternal as the stars!
Greeting Passionate Peeps. I’m keeping a low Pitty profile this morning.
I was overly attentive when my Great Uncle Dave came for dinner last evening and inadvertently cut his hand with my fang.
See I was just trying to lick his ear and his hand got in the way. It is a small scratch but still better not annoy Grandpa any further as he wants to send me to the pound!
I need to keep chewing to keep my nervous energy in check!
Granny was out just now putting up the Halloween decor. There’s lots of bones in those skeletons.
They would keep me entertained for hours well maybe minutes since they’re made of plastic not Nyla.
Maybe I need to work on soft toys!
The new Queen has cleaned up all the Paddington bears that were left at memorials for the late Queen. She’s giving them to Barnado’s children homes.
Just thinking if she had any leftovers or unusables I’d be happy to help her shred them.
Perhaps broomsticks would be a better option. Should be plenty around soon!
Ma went clean off her rocker yesterday morning. Hauled in a whole heap of plants to save them from the predicted frost.
Every autumn she brings in the herbs that have been outside since spring. Anyone in their right mind would trash them. Not her. The parsley has been going for three years. In fact it’s gone to seed but she’s going to make pesto with the shot bits. There is not another dog in the world that has to put up with as much nonsense as me.
I mean what the heck a bunch of parsley cost a dollar. Same for the spring onions. OK I understand the rosemary. That can get a tad expensive and might impinge on my snack budget. Keep that if you must!
This year though she has taken this “I grew it so I’ll keep it” nonsense to a whole new level.
She’s bringing in the annuals.
Inspired by the petunias she cut back for the second time this year that are now looking healthy again she’s also bringing in the impatients.
Says her Granny Gibson kept them all year round so she’s doing an experiment. They are destined to join the poinsettias that other people jettison after Christmas but oh no not Ma. Our eldest is now ten!!!!
The impatiens are everywhere in the kitchen, bathroom and the hall because she has to see where they like it best!! Pray they die soon!!!
Only consolation I have is that PITs may eat them if she gets a chance.a
That might just do her in.
Is parsley seed toxic? Maybe I can get rid of everyone and just live here in peace by myself!
Each day as she heads out I stand at the garage door and wave Ma off. When she returns I’m behind that door waiting to great her.
How does she repay me?
Books a trip to go away for a whole week next year with the bro.
She was so excited yesterday morning that she was going to London for the Kings Coronation that she almost had a seizure.
She’s delighted to be flying VIRGIN direct from Detroit to the big smoke. No connection to deal with!
She’s almost as excited about getting back on VIRGIN as she is about the coronation.
Before me when they all lived in Shanghai they were frequent fliers. Sir Richard use to send her mighty gifts at Christmas like a day at the Banyan Tree Spa!
She also had a haul of his unused purple pyjamas from all their trips that she gave to homeless people a few winters ago. She hasn’t put foot on one of their flights since they moved from China.
She’s hoping in recognition of her return they’ll bump her and the bro up to UPPER CLASS!
Sounds regal doesn’t it! In the meantime the bro and her will enjoy the back row middle seat on points!
Precious Public it’s your Princess again. Today I’m something of a Poor Pity Me Pitty!
Remember that Elizabethan collar the Gizz had to wear when he got his injury? Well the humans are trying to impose it on me now!
Gizz is jealous. Thinks I’m stealing it.
No way!
The thing gives me the creeps and I become catatonic when they put it on me so eventually within five minutes they have to cave in and take it off.
See the problem is I have a thing growing on my rear left.
It started growing around the time Gizz got run over. It was nothing to do with sympathy for him.
When I went for my check up at the vet he said it was most likely a ganglion cyst and should disappear in a few weeks. If it got bigger I was to come back for a biopsy in four weeks. We measured it to be 1cm and took a picture that day.
It’s not disappearing, it’s getting bigger. Licking it doesn’t make it better.
Can you all send positive vibes my way that a minor miracle happens and that it disappears within the next two weeks.
In the meantime I’m being given all the attention I so deserve!