After our trot to the park yesterday Ma went as usual to get washed. I thought she’d drowned.
After an hour we discussed and decided that Nala should break into the parents quarters. The niece knows how to open doors and is on occasion useful.
We discovered Ma buried in a mountain of clothes.
She’d gone looking for a particular tea shirt and while she was digging for it the whole pile fell down.
So she decided to tidy the tees and that gave rise to tidying the sweats and that gave rise to tidying the scarves and then the leggings and then the jeans and so on and so on.
It was an endeavor of endurance but she felt pleased with the outcome and that’s what counts.
Hope you had a great weekend. Mine was quite lazy.
On Saturday Ma went to the rescheduled retreat at the prison and Dad and I vegged while the niece was in the land of nod.
Ma did the groceries on the way home and snagged a giant 16 inch Mama Cozzi supreme pizza in Aldi for wait for this $4.61! We had that for dinner as she didn’t want to cook.
She also « stubbled » on 4lbs of baby back ribs for just $6 so we’ll be wrapping our chops around those sometime this week.
On Sunday Ma went to church alone but stuck a bread pudding in the oven before she left so we ate that for brunch and then had a siesta.
She made us chicken curry for dinner as we hadn’t had nearly enough yumminess yet.
Say nothing but I fear the plans for slimming have been scuppered but she says she has to build Dad up.
Precious Peeps Pits Perfect here to get your weekend off to a hilarious start.
To be prepared for what I’ll recount please go now and get a clean pair of nickers as chances are you may need to change the ones you are wearing.
So here’s the deal. Granny returned from work and the stinky Gizz had been already fed. She ran to my chambers to release me and while I scoffed my meager ration she ran outside to water some plants.
When she returned she put on my harness and hollered for the Gizz.
Unusual he obeys her every command when it involves going out but he was nowhere to be found.
She checked his usual haunts went outside and screamed loud enough for him to get in that I thought my ears might burst. Nothing doing. The Gizz was gone.
I rubbed my paws together and then placed them in the pose of prayer and beseeched BIGPAW above that he would be swiftly run over by a truck.
Granny opened the trunk of the car and I jumped in and off we went to search for him.
We went to Auntie Denises first as he’s sweet on her, then to PJ and Eddies place since their his buds. Nothing doing.
We returned home and he was still missing so we went to see if he was at at his girlfriends. Again no luck.
I was smirking with glee at the prospect of being a single dog when we decided to go down onto the main road. He had not been squashed alas. We returned home via Remingtons and Granny was deciding on next steps.
She’d have to call in the troops.
By now 30 minutes had passed and he was still awol.
That’s when Granny had a brainwave. She opened our front door and started ringing the doorbell. Her rational was that if he was within earshot he’d be over in an instant to guard the ranch.
Sure enough a bark was heard.
She did it again and the barking resumed.
Now here is the deal dudes. Guess where he was?
In MY CHAMBER. He’d followed Granny there when she went to get me and got distracted by snacks Dad had left lying around and got closed in.
I thought I might die of disappointment that he wasn’t toast but then Granny felt sorry for him and took us both for a ride in the car to the playground.
While our hot peppers were munched to sticks by giant caterpillars that epitomize the “THE VERY HUNGRY” concept, more refined morphed versions of the species were sucking nectar at the tearoom.
Since Auntie Laura planted the butterfly bushes there the monarchs and other fluttering friends have not failed to pass by each summer.
We are awaiting with bated breath the size of the critters that the green monsters will erupt into.
People are amazed that Ma didn’t nuke them after the havoc they wrought but she’s a scientist at heart and has created a corner for them to munch madly.
WOW the closing ceremony did not disappoint. So beautiful!
Ma says she won’t forget these games for a moment what with all the action she saw and Ireland placing in the top twenty and of course all those beautiful familiar spots in Paris!
Some people get to go in person others watch from home or, as was her case, hospital. Brings everyone together!
Like lots of ladies she kinda got the hots for that French swimmer Leon Marchand.
Ma says he’s a honey and will be President of France one day. She was thrilled he got the big roll at the closing. Looked almost regal!
Regardless it’s all good sport and we are most grateful that Dads flame is going strong unlike the big balloon that Leon snuffed out.
That oxygen is great! A winner Tom Cruise definitely is on it.
Booming Banter 