Author: boomingbanter

Precious Peeps it’s me the PERFECT one here to help you happily over the humpty.

Yesterday I had a great day.

Granny was home and very energetic.

She took me and the stinking Gizz for an extra long walk because it was cool; well below 80F.

I was a tad exhausted when we returned but refueled and refreshed and was soon ready to chase the Grey goon around the dining table.

I’m strategizing as to how I’ll do this in the new ranch. It may be somewhat more challenging but enough of that.

For now I have to help Granny shred the accumulated junk that fills every orifice in this current house.

It’s great fun. I rip and I sip and then I rip some more.

She should have let me start this work some years ago.

Be like me helpful and happy and hopeful that every day will bring better bounty.

Blessing#2477-Busy Baby

Ma went on a sortie with Consuelo yesterday.

I was miffed. This robot is getting more me time with her than I am.

Of course they went to the new ranch and while Consuelo cleaned the pool Ma got busy taking a mountain of trash out of the shed.

See when you buy a house “As Is” you get the junk as well as the house.

You would not believe the number of soft toys that were there not to mention all sorts of religious literature, DVDs, videos, no less than twenty pot lids, suitcase, tire, vintage electric equipment etc etc.

Took Ma four hours to get it all out to the side of the road.

She suffered two further yellow jacket bites and fond that the nest for those suckers is in the shed itself.

She’ll have to find a smoke bomb to sap them.

In the meantime Ma is basking in her achievement albeit as a somewhat wounded smelly hero!!

Blessing#2476-Goal is Good.

Well it wasn’t to be. Our local hero didn’t get the jug.

Both the niece and myself supported Ma and watched with hope and longing until we couldn’t keep our eyes open for another minute.

We can take comfort in knowing though that a good man got it.

Scotty sure is a cool dude.

Ma was delighted that the whole 18 hole event was accompanied by glorious sunshine that showcased the homeland to perfection.

Often when she sees coverage of Ireland like this she asks us why are we not there.

I wonder that myself!

Blessing#2475-Island Living

Is there anything productive a person can do when the golf is on?

That’s Ma’s dilemma this morning.

We’re thinking maybe she can sit on the sofa surrounded by Dad’s hoards of papers and help him sort the wood from the trees.

That might result in family tensions on the scale of a nuclear explosion.

What else? Could we start wrapping glassware or china? Nah! That’s too risky with Jaws on the loose.

Maybe it’s best to just concentrate on the box and forget about doing anything other than cheering for Rory.

Off now for a quick trot before Ma heads to church where she’ll be praying for a hole in one for our lad.

Blessing#2474-Any Excuse

Ma is living vicariously through my Auntie Sandra mother of my pawpal mate Frank.

See unless you are sleeping under a rock you’ll know that the British Open is happening in Northern Ireland at Royal Portrush.

This golf club is absolutely beautiful and rated second only to Saint Andrew’s.

Ma has never played golf beyond put put but she loves watching.

Auntie Sandra on the other hand is a former captain of her home course so is to put it modestly gifted.

Ma has been on to Sandra daily this week to see when she is going to the Open.

Well here’s what happened yesterday she went and she got to take this great photo of Northern Irelands hero the bold Rory McIlroy.

The whole world loves Rory so we are all so hopeful he’ll win another big one.

You won’t be able to speak in our house on Sunday!

Blessing#2473-Home Turf

Precious Peeps it’s me your absolutely Perfect Pitty here to project you into a most wonderful weekend.

I am hopeful that I’ll get to spend some me time with my Dad as he is fun.

The ancients are kind but Grandpa tends to scold too much.

Dad and I have long since concluded that Grandpa and Scooby were cut from the same cloth.

You can do nothing to please them. Even helpful housework like licking the sofas gets their nickers in a twist.

Granny is OK most of the time but she can get a little salty especially when she’s been working outside.

She tastes like a RItz cracker.

So all in all I’m praying Dad will take me out for a while so I can chill in his truck!

Be like me and stick your head out the window and let the wind blow in your face I just know you’ll find it fun.

Stay cool beloveds and be bold like your PERFECT PITTY!

Blessing#2472-Chill Out

Ma and me are digging through junk to see what we can ditch before we move.

I keep telling her there is a fifty five pound Pitty that doesn’t need to come to the new ranch but she won’t listen.

I don’t know why she loves that critter so much because all she is is trouble.

Maybe it because she is on a mission to eliminate ever pair of shoes Ma owns.

Less to pack!!

There were some of Dads that were packed off for the thrift store because he no longer wears them.

I suggested we give them to JAWS after all they’re leather and that is just like raw hide.

Maybe she’d choke on one of them.

That would be so sweet.

Blessing#2471-Chewy Shoeies

Precious Peeps it’s me your ever Perfect Pits here to heave you over the humpty.

Granny was doing a lot of heaving herself yesterday.

After taking me and the stinking Gizz for a good trot and then a ride in Aretha she dumped us with Grandpa.

She took Consuelo with her and a trunk load of plant so I knew where she was going as she said “I’ll be home by five”

While digging in the undergrowth under one of the very large trees she saw something sticking out of the ground.

Turned out it was a GIGANTIC solid iron cauldron.

Perfect for that fire pit the Bro had worked on.

It weighed about as much as Granny so the only way she could move it was by rolling it but she managed to make the fifty feet to the stone circle.

She was elated and convinced that this was yet another direct gift from God.

Can you just imagine what must have been brewed in that thing in days gone by. Bet it was some sort of potion that beautified the bodies of ancients.

Of course I don’t need any of that so fill her up and let’s get grilling Granny!!!

Blessing#2470-Toil and Trouble!

The rain was coming down in sheets at our usual trot time so we got the micro version to get our jobs done.

When we came back Ma dove into the laundry room.

We could hear her huffing and puffing and throwing things around which usually means she is mad.

We couldn’t work it out as we’d been good on our walk!!!

She emerged for breath a few times and brought out a shelf. She looked triumphant.

I’ve liquidated one shelf she yelled to Dad!

She then returned to the depths and continued huffing and puffing like a dragon for another hour.

When she came out there was a full bag of trash and a gazillion empty boxes.

Dad was forced to inspect the organizational excellence.

This included the arrangement of enough cleaning fluids to see us into the next millennium as well as no less than five unopened boxes of leather cleaner.

Clearly this particular way to hell was paved with very good intentions

Blessing#2469-Small Step

If you own a dog you can probably relate to Mark Twain’s take on life.

I know Ma does and has often said this very thing to me on the quiet.

The fifty million dollar question is have you ever seen Mark’s dog?

We hadn’t.

So when we clapped eyes on it yesterday we had to share with you.

Out thoughts we’re that he is much bigger and bolder looking than we’d have predicted.

He looks almost as big as his main man Mark.

Bet he would have kept him warm on a cold night though.

Wonder would he have dug our blessing number for today. Well we will never know if he was into that sort of line up but we do!!!

Blessing#2468-Aligned and Enlightened