OT - The Latest Doggie Adventure

So, here it is a lovely day - go stitch (late) in the a.m at the Scarlet Thread. Meet Donna. We all sittch a little, oooh and aaaaah, order in lunch. DH getting off early from work, we even get him to pick up lunch for "the ladies" and himself, and come join us. Bravely, hanging out to lunch in the shop with us. Then he heads home (very tired, having played hockey late the last 2 nights, and being at work early), while I go meet Donna and her lovely DD for some quick shopping.

So, what about the dog you ask? Well, yesterday was little - or not so little - Puckster's birthday - and he got lots of cuddles, and play time, and good treats. Plus, for some stupid reason, his mommy who is supposed to be on Weight Watchers had some craving and baked choc chip-pecan cookies (yum, with real organic ymmmy butter). I don't know why the craving, I eat

2 and that's it. The other 5 dozen, well, DH had some, some for the office, some in a tub. And I made up a plateful on a decorative little plate from the ungiven holiday gifts, for our next door neighbors - with the 3 little kids. He mowed our lawn for us while the mower was in the shop, and we like them a lot. I wrap up the plate, all in plastic wrap, then it's wrapped up in tissue with a ribbon. But, neighbors were out last night, so when I got home today expected to go deliver them. Plate was left sitting on the dining room table.

Walk in the door, putting down the packages, greeted by happy pup. Hear DH upstairs napping (read this "breathing loudly" as he doesn't snore). Quick trip to powder room. Come back out, go for cold drink, then as I head to the stairs by foyer I realizze that lying on the floor is, ta dah - the plate - with shredded plastic wrap leavings, some pieces of pottery - broken off the plate. Not a crumb in sight. Just some torn up tissue paper. So, Puckster got to go sit in the corner for 15 minutes - after slinking over in the bad dog crawl to see what he'd done, then of course offering the belly up surrender. I guess a dog that just ate 2 dozen chocolate chip cookies doesn't need dinner. Fortunately it was milk chocolate, which isn't sooo bad for dogs.

Ah, well. For the coup de grace - I head upstairs, DH looks at me - no longer sleeping, and says "I saw it, but wanted to leave it so that you could see what your son had done" A nice touch.

We're still not sure where he had the whole feast - as there are crumbs on the table, and none left on the floor. At least he didn't seem to eat any of the broken plate - just a chip from the edge and little bits.

I think I'll go stitch!

ellice

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Dogs are a riot! My mother had a cairn terrier who hated the telephone, and figured out that if it was off the hook it quit ringing. He could jump up on the bench at the kitchen table, which was next to the phone on the adjoining counter, and would "answer" the phone occasionally, knocking the receiver off and them barking fiercely just to be sure it was going to stop ringing.

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Mary

ellice wrote: > ................ I realizze that lying on the floor is, ta dah - the

We call this the Doggie Slither and liken it to one of those old pull toys of a dog with the bent legs that are real close to the floor and just sort of go forwards and backwards as you pull it along. Yep -- Doggie Slithering is also done by doggies of all shapes and sizes :-)! CiaoMeow >^;;^<

PAX, Tia Mary >^;;^< (RCTQ Queen of Kitties) Angels can't show their wings on earth but nothing was ever said about their whiskers! Visit my Photo albums at

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Tia Mary

Happy birthday Puck. No more cookies for puppies or grown up doggies. Aunt Cheryl will send doggie treats.. C

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Cheryl Isaak

Nice touch by hubby - leaving the evidence there for you to view. Silly dog.

Donna

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Donna

That's a riot. Puckster is generally a well behaved guy - nothing destructive since he chewed a flip-flop at about age 3 months. So, we figured he was mad that he didn't get any of those cookies for his birthday, and just grabbed 'em while we were out.

Don't think he was thrilled with the no dinner last night - but he didn't whine for food. He does do some funny things.

The cleverest - when he started imitating me while I was doing the scorekeeping job at a hockey game, and started hitting the keyboard, and actually managed to change the score - it beeps when you successfully depress the switches - which are flat, beneath a cover, and he kept at it til it wnet - going from 5-2 with DH winning to 10-6 with DH losing. Pretty funny.

Ellice

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ellice

Woof, wooooofff, . Thanks in advance , Aunt Cheryl. When you come to visit, maybe I'll come warm your feet....

Hopefully we get his new papers soon, his hip x-rays go well, and he gets to go make some babies, and then will have his own little Puckster jr for company. We hope. The breeders are I think not going to breed his dad much more - he's already done over 30 litters. So, they're going to refer Puckster to some of the breeders with females whom they know. Puckster is very like his doggie father, only slightly more refined in the head, and even more athletic. The mother is a very refined looking springer, and her influence shows that bit in Puckster. But, to people who don't know them really well, if you put him and Barney (his dad) together - it's difficult to tell one from the other. We've had some mutual acquaintances see one of them out for a walk, and think it was the other. Especially when Puckster was hangin' out at the LNS as a youngster - his grandad got stopped with "hey, isn't that the dog from the needlework shop" .

So, today, I think we will finally put his plastic kiddie pool out for him on the patio. At least he can jump in and out and splash a bit. Not quite the big cement pond, but better than nothing!

DH is home today, and we're spending it and the next few doing yard work.

Ellice

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ellice

*snip*

Exactly. Silly men in my life - canine and otherwise. Such a "boy" thing.

Ellice

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ellice

Sounds like the men in my life .... I put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, but I didn't start it dear...

C
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Cheryl Isaak

LOL - that is usually accompanied by "I wasn't sure if it was up to your standards" . Although, DH generally just gets them to the counter. I do periodically utter some yelp of frustration as the glasses pile up, and say " you could just put it in the dishwasher" - or direct heap to go to the recylcing bin in garage. In the old house, I just kept a small trash can with flip lid to toss in the recycle and then haul out, but in this house, with the bigger garage, I have the 2 recycle bins by the stairs just inside it so it's doing the walk across with the cans, etc. Seems things just accumulate.

I figure that WRT the dishes - he's working, a lot, and I am still the unemployed slug so it's fair for me to do them. But, OTOH, once real work starts, then a bit more sharing will be happening. Thought at this point, I'm thinking it's going to be a part-time "real" job substitute teaching or doing the patient care tech thing at the hospital, and devoting much time to getting clients for the event business, and really working on that with the sewing/design thing. Darn it. I'm getting tired of the resume thing.

ellice

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ellice

Er - cravings? Nothing you need to share with us, is there, Ellice? ;-)

Pat

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Pat P

It`s not just dogs being naughty. This morning, next door`s little black cat suddenly arrived on my lap (at the computer) knocking over the very full shredder which she`d used as a launching pad. It went with a heck of a crash, which scared both of us and I haven`t seen her since!

Talk about a mess!

They`re all moving to Spain in two week`s time, but if she doesn`t settle there, she`ll be flown back to us, as she seems to have adopted us all - including the dog (Maggie) who loves her. We`ll miss her when she goes, she`s a real little poppet.

Pat

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Pat P

LOL - nothing good, my dear. While we do live in the metro area full of

40-ish new moms, this over 45 year old will not be indulging. Not that my friend about to give birth, and my rabbi who just did, don't leave me a bit wistful. The powers that be have certainly kept that from being a reality for me. OTOH, I've been getting the intermittent night sweats over the last few months - some things just aren't fair.

I think the craving was I don't eat chocolate much, can't tolerate very much of it, and have been wanting something sweet. Finished the nice healthy pineabpple for breakfast. So, I think I just saw the package of chocolate chips, and the flour, sugar, etc in the pantry, and, well, just decided to bake.

That's all. Nothing good.

ellice

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ellice

Hey, didn't you read about the 60 year old in New Jersey that just gave birth.

Chocolate is good for you - especially with the night sweats. More bananas too dear.

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Cheryl Isaak

Beef? And only if my feet are cold please!

Cheryl

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Cheryl Isaak

Wooooof. But, mommy and daddy are always looking for someone else I'd go sleep with. Can I curl up behind your knees, huh???? And then there is my favorite morning come snuffle in your ears to make sure your brain smells right. My dad calls it "authentication".

Puckster

PS - yup, he does do the morning sniff check, DH calls it "authenticating" as if Puckster is verifiing that some counterfeit being hasn't slipped in during the night. I guess this has something to do with how some dogs can predict seizures about to happen. But, what do we know - we're only human, and the fur face definitely has a better sniffer!

Ellice

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ellice

Just in case they need someone for you to suggle with, you have an open invite to come to me. There's nothing I like better for my arthritis then a warm dog acting like a heating pad.

As far as the snuffle in your ears bit, you'll have to fight Puff. His wake up call is a sneaky little lick on the cheek.

Lucille

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Lucille

I wouldn't mind the sniff check, sounds quite civilised. But when we had two large, energetic German Shepherds they insisted on leaping onto the bed at some disgustingly early hour just to check that our reaction times had not dropped overnight.

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Bruce

Woof - wow, all these aunts with invites! Maybe when mom and dad take me to Florida I can come visit Aunt Lucille and Puff! And be a heating pad, too!

Hey - I bet there are enough cheeks for me and Puff to both be happy.

Woof.

Thanks, Lucille. I'm hoping that we're going to head down there sometime - it's been a while since we've seen my family. So, there's a chance that we'll hit the road, and head down. While I'd rather fly, if we drive, then we can take the spoiled fur face, and stop to see the mean SIL in NC en route. So, we'll definitely find you and Puff when we're in FLA - just don't know when that will be.

Of course, all is hanging on my job situation, $$ getting tight, and DH's work schedule.

Ellice

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ellice

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