When we go the park the geese are usually knocking about. There’s a huge flock of them.
This morning they decided they were off somewhere.
When they take to flight they make a desperate racket.
Well big ears thinks she can fly too.
Tried to take off with them.
Nearly took my poor mothers arm out of its socked. Only I’m allowed to do that!
I whispered to her on our return that she’s got to behave like a canine and ignore flying objects once they are in the sky.
My concern is she may injure Ma and then we’d be grounded for good for sure.
By the way as you can see she has fully recovered from her operation and hair is growing again on the landing strip on her belly. All down to my excellent TLC!
With the bro working at the pizza shop it’s fair to say this delight has become a staple at our place. It is rare that there is not some in the fridge.
To further enhance the consumption a new creation is now offered so we can have pizza for dessert or breakfast too.
It’s this cinnamon sugar concoction that the bro brings home now and then. We got one last night so Dad resisted eating it so he could have it for breakfast. Ma and bro caved in and ate their share.
We had a stand off over the food bowl as usual but none was added to it. We had to beg.
The few crumbs were insufficient to satisfy Mega.
She devoured a mile long road full of worms that had crept out in the rain last night.
Ma has given up trying to stop her eating them. She had to intervene though with a frightening scream when the demonic presence tried to chew down on a rat skin she found in a ditch.
It must have been pretty rank as she obeyed and dropped it immediately.
All these supplements appear to benefit her growth as she’s now the same height as me.
Has anyone got suggestions as to what we might feed her to stunt her or better yet exterminate her before things go from bad to worse.
Perhaps a concoction of all those things that sound so good that dogs shouldn’t eat like onions and garlic and raisins and grapes …….. or maybe ladies underwear will do the trick! I live in hope!
I know you all have been desperate to hear from me as I am so beautiful and sweet.
My uncle whispered in my ear that he has been spreading rumors about me that have reached a very important person.
Please can you step in on my behalf and inform the fat bearded one that I am deserving of much attention and reward.
You may communicate with the North Pole via the human one who looks like this canine. I suspect she too is up against me since I tried to recycle her shoes and undergarments. Pester her please with protest on my behalf.
Ma as you know had her flu shot and Covid booster on Monday.
She’s so happy to have had both done at the same appointment. Highly efficient use of time. Good sport!
The only issue between you and me is that she can’t get comfortable in bed since both arms were shot.
Just as a matter of interest though she says the right arm hurts less than the left when she lies on it. Maybe because of the type of shot or because it’s the dominant arm used more than the other.
Regardless she’s keeping me awake at night so I’m an old sleepy grumpy paws.
Maybe I need to follow Mega’s example and do a bit of yoga.
Ma had to go to the pharmacy this morning to pick up more of Dad’s prescriptions.
I wanted to go but she said I had to stay home and take care of the niece.
After fighting some we decided to sleep as Dad doesn’t like taking care of us especially if we are having a run around. He gets grumpy.
Ma decided to get her Covid booster and flu shot while she was at the pharmacy.
She had to wait an hour so she did some grocery shopping.
She’s in a bad mood though because she hates waiting and they wouldn’t take her before her scheduled time even though no one was there.
I told her chill and to quit moaning.
She’d know her driver if she was waiting all day every day like me for someone to come home and free her from the confines of this prison of a house I’m in.
Especially when my cell mate is the producer of the stinkiest farts in the world.
Maybe I’ll call her and ask her to pick up some meds for her too.
Mom and me woke up at 5:30 this morning. We lay and had a cuddle and talked about being kind to those around us. At 5:50 we decided we’d get up and have a quiet brekkie before mega mouth made manifest.
Well the best laid plans never running smooth and all that swiftly swung into action.
Who did we meet but the bro.
“Are you just coming in now” Ma asks him.
“No” he says “I’m getting ready for work. I have to make dough.”That would be the literal sort! Seems they’ve already thousands of pizza orders to fill.
It’s the great rivalry game today in football Ohio State versus the team up north (for the uninitiated that’s Michigan). It is sort of like the rivalry between me and mega but not quite as great.
So what does all this mean for Mom and me? Well of course since the bro is up the mega is crying to get her brekkie too.
This is where those of you with a light stomach need to disconnect.
You see as soon as the vacuum sucks up the kibble it has to be emptied.
This can be taken care of and removed when there is light in the sky but when it’s pitch black it can result in the creation of unidentifiable minefields in our yard.
Ma marks these potential stinkers with brightly colored bags filled with stones and then recovers the production when she can see it.
However, with the sun setting early in the evening and Ma only getting home after dark, we’d run out of mine markers such is the production of the beast.
That’s when Ma and me had to get creative. What can we find at this time of morning to make more markers.
Brainwave!
What do we have lots of?
What else but empty pill boxes!
Dad you don’t know how much you helped us! You really diffused a potentially stinky situation!
Greetings good people. Nala your Pitty Pups reporting today!
We had a very short trot this morning as the ground is covered in white stuff.
It tastes like ice cubes and I enjoy licking it.
It does give your feet a funny feeling though. They get sort of burnie.
Granny says I move like a Lipizzaner well today gave that a whole new meaning. I was dancing!
I nearly took the old soul of her feet a few times. Better be careful because if she’s down we will get no outings! See I’m smarter than you all think!
The uncle says this is just the start of tootsie trouble. It’s going to get worse before it get better and I need to toughen up.
My Dad is giving me some strategies that the Eskimos use.
He is my hero. Love him so much I just smacked him one.
Go figure he adopted a gobbler so hardly needs another one.
That left a lot of space in our oven as the salmon we are having will only need an hour.
So Ma decided to make Dad his favorite muffins and the bro some sausage rolls for breakfast.
They looked kinda dodgy. I think I should have had them as they are definitely seconds if not thirds. He declared them delicious and shared only a meager crumb.
Anyway all this delayed our walk till 8:30 and resulted in a first.
We got caught in the Powell Annual Turkey Trot on our way back from the park.
I behaved well as the hundreds of runners wound their way through our neighboring neighborhood. The niece wanted to run with them and tugged us along for half a mile.
Her neck is now nearly as long as a turkeys so I’m giving it a nibble while we watch the Macy’s parade.
Hope you have a great day. I plan on eating as much as possible. There will be no waste here as the walking waste disposal unit will take care of that!
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