Blessing Hunting
Ma is scared.
She says this is not a day for jokes.
It’s a black and white day.
Very serious things are happening far far away.
Thing is though our world is very very small. This is a big problem for all humans.
History repeats itself they say and this bears many similarities to the annexation of the Sudentenland in 1938.
What can we do?
I’ll start by being kind to the kid.
Blessing#1257-Prayers
Remember that bit of dead critter I found? Well Mega found another piece of it last night. The murderer must have buried it.
Poor Ma had to prize open her jaws and pull it out. It was all wet and furry and it also had a bone in it.
She didn’t.
We expected the worse that she might puke. The niece that is.
She’s just been very quiet.
Doesn’t seem interested in bones or playing chaseies.
Makes me feel a bit down myself.
Funny when you have someone around you who is always playful and upbeat and then they don’t play how it does your head in.
Only thing for it is to wait till she bounces back.
Maybe I’ll be just a tiny bit nicer to her today and try to be less grumpy and give her a giggle.
Blessing#1256-A Joker
It may be « deux deux deux deux deux deux deux deux deux » Day but We are getting ready for our patron Patrick.
Since the lantern festival is over we can tear down the Chinese New Year decor and bring out the green.
It will be the Princess’s first exposure to the good Saint. She already tried to eat one of the ornaments. Terrible pity he didn’t exterminate Pitty as well as snakes. Maybe I could pray to him about that!
We also did yummy things in his honor.
We made shortbread in the shape of shamrocks
We even attempted traditional Irish oat cakes that the big man may have eaten himself. Thanks to Mum,Run, Bake blogger our dear Laura Christmann for the recipe. They turned out great and hopefully will go down well at the Tearoom with a bit of Irish cheddar.
All of this meant Ma had a good excuse for not doing any cleaning and only one load of laundry.
You just gotta get your priorities straight.
Since it’s pouring we are now going to adjourn for a snooze.
Blessing#1255-Preparing for Pat
Do you know that cartoon character I’m named after?
Well he was always doing detective work.
True to form so do I.
There is a spot just outside our garage door where the Princess pees each morning.
It’s under our half dead fir tree that Ma has transformed into a totem pole.
Normally I avoid the area like the plague.
This morning though when I went out for my first job I dragged Ma over there.
It wasn’t the reappearance of the snow buried turtle that attracted me it was signs of a murder.
There were tufts of hair all around the area
Worse there was a gross bit of a critter there too.
It may have been a squirrel or perhaps a bunny something of that ilk and it still had bones in it.
The bro should buy me treats because you can bet your bottom dollar if I hadn’t sniffed that out and given Ma time to clean it up it would have been in the Pitty.
Blessing#1254-Sherlock Scooby
Hi Pitty Peeps it’s your very own Princess. Hope you have missed me!
You know I’m always upbeat unlike a certain canine that lives in my palace but yesterday was full of challenges.
When Granny took us for our morning trot we got all tangled up and in the process of freeing ourselves the Gizz got rather overwrought and yanked a piece of fur out of himself.
Immediately following this something that Auntie Denise and Granny had anticipated for months actually happened. I tend to get a little close to grumpy when he is about his business around trees. They’d always said one day he’d mark me rather than the tree. Well it’s happened. He peed on my beautiful face! Not just a squirt either the full immersion version!
I was vexed but like a fighter I quickly bounced back and shook it off.
My Dad decided I needed some one on one attention following this incident so he took me out for a cruise in our carriage. Alas it was a bit of a bumpy ride and I threw up all over his front seat. He was not happy and I was dejected. I try my best to love him to death.
So this morning when I saw this post from Uncle Jespal’s site it hit home. We gotta keep marching on and stay positive.
The Gizz is really a bit like the Don Don’t you think.
My Princess positivity was further reinforced by the singing from Holy Trinity Ballylesson. They were marching on to a tune we hadn’t heard before.
Check it out. It’s great!
Just like me!!!
Blessing#1253-New Day New Song
What I have to endure is terrible.
Last night we were watching Ma’s usual Friday mind numbing favorite « My Lottery Dream Home ». To get through that agony I was having a quiet chew when IT attacked.
She barks and barks and barks and then takes to the air and snatches.
I really hate that wee bitch.
After some shut eye I was looking forward to a great brekkie. Plenty of leftover pizza. Yum yum.
Just as I was tucking in Ma hauls out the potato and onion holder.
It lives in our kitchen coat cupboard along with Ma’s doggy walking paraphernalia.
I’d been noticing a stink for a few days and this morning it finally reached the humans snout too.
A rotten potato. Absolutely nothing worse.
Ma was nearly puking as she removed the whole bag to the poop trash collection area in the garage.
Worse she then starts bleaching the container to remove the stain and stink.
Mercy does she not realize the overload she was imposing on my nostrils. I was ready to pass out.
She then took to culling the flowers we’d got her for Valentines. The roses were as dead as that potato but a few little fillers remained.
She put them in a vase Auntie Caroline had given us.
Fortunately it reset my perspective for the day. I think I’ll send the niece out to play in the traffic.
Blessing#1252-Hopes and Dreams
Yesterday a whole slew of doggie tales showed up on Ma’s Facebook.
So this morning as I was sitting on my perch thinking of the day ahead I had an idea.
Ma I said let’s use these to tell my story today.
Remember earlier this week you left me home and went out drinking beer? Well some people take their canines too.
It’s to reward them for a job well done. I feel I do a great job. Like how many dog write a blog. That surely deserves some regular pay!
You hardly ever take me out for road-trips anymore since that menace arrived so you could buy me a new ball instead. A trip to the lake would also go down well provided you don’t teach the tike how to swim.
Remember the longer I live the older you will live too. Just look at this guy from Ireland and his pooch. Bet he takes his dog out for a pint.
I get it that you are challenged each day because of the wretch so let’s leave her home and go it alone.
Alas I hear her calling.
Blessing#1251- Feed
Dad and the bro took Ma out to her favorite pub last night for fish and chips and beer!
It was the first time since August that they’d all been out together as Dad hasn’t been so well as you all know.
Now, since he can go without oxygen for five hours, they can start going places again and stuffing their faces.
I was totally miffed they didn’t take me. I’d have happily waited in the car for them.
I was more than miffed I was totally disgusted that they didn’t bring me home a single chip.
I huffed so much Ma took pity on me.
So this morning since she was cracking on with the baking again I’ve had a scrambled egg, my mini scone and some bread pudding Dad made for her post birthday brekkie!
I’ve decided to turn the other cheek, forgive and forget the injustice I’ve suffered and eat up before the dragon roars.
Blessing#1250-Compensation
It’s Mums birthday so I’m being super sweet to her.
She’s got lots of messages and many feature people singing including one of her heart throbs from teen years.
Others feature tea pots and tea cups and big cakes. I wonder why.
We were reflecting this morning before we got up on how many dog years she is.
As she’s 62 in human terms that makes her close to 9 in doggie years.
That seems awfully young until you put it into the context of our pouches.
Bingley made it to 11.
Dibley to 12
Darcy to 13
So Ma is definitely past the halfway mark.
I as you know am 3&1/2 which makes me older and definitely more mature than the bro.
The niece is just 3/4 which explains I suppose her behavior. She’s a preschooler.
Ma says she still feels about 5 which explains why we get along better than any other souls on the planet.
Blessing#1249-Happy Returns
See my Mom she is always yapping at my poor Dad that he collects too much paper.
This sometimes results in her having to eat humble pie.
Take this morning when she read her emails there was a message from Switzerland asking for two very important documents.
Quick as a flash Dad found them.
Took him five minutes. Just look at the time on these pics!
I was going to say to Mom that she owes Dad an apology for all the times she’s shouted about paper but I kept my trap shut.
Sees she’s good at finding things too. Hers are somewhat less important!
Like yesterday she snagged all this fondue on sale at Aldi.
It’s hard to imagine that in the USA they can sell Swiss fondue for less than they do in its country of origin.
Ironic too that these two finds relate to La Confederation Helvetic too!
Blessing#1248-Book Keeping
Booming Banter 