Monthly Archives: May 2009
We had a pool party
Luci had the pool party. Rocky still isn’t interested in the pool.
He thinks the pool is a giant water dish. He’ll drink out of it but he won’t get in.
I started reading my new book.
I worked on my cross stitch
We lounged on the deck.
It was a good day.
I can’t remember the last time I had a "Do Nothing" Sunday. No errands with MIL. No birthday parties. No housework. I have laundry to do, but then there’s always laundry to do.
I think it might be time for a pool party with the puppies.
Or maybe reading the book I bought last weekend but still haven’t started.
Wonder where my cross stitch is? I might drag that out.
Maybe all of the above. . . .
Tonight we had the first serious thunderstorm of the season. Complete with Tornado Watches and Warnings. No warnings in our area, thank heavens. Just lots of heavy rain with thunder and lightning. I saw the dark clouds gathering while I was driving home and I debated about whether to take the dogs out for a walk tonight. I talked myself out of it and I’m glad I did. Not a half hour after I got home, all you-know-what broke loose. It rained so hard we couldn’t see across the street. Hubby had to take down my hanging basket so that it wouldn’t get blown away. It would not have been pretty if we had been out in that deluge.
All spring, I’ve been wondering how Rocky would react to a serious thunderstorm. Luci takes them in stride – loves to be out in the rain unless the wind is blowing in her face. Blacky, however, was a different story. He was always horribly afraid of thunderstorms. He would start pacing and panting sometimes up to an hour or two before the storm hit. If it was a particularly bad storm, he’d either stick to our sides like he was attached with Velcro or he would go upstairs and hide his head under the bed. He was a little to big to get his whole body under the bed. I always thought he figured if he couldn’t see the lightning, then it couldn’t hurt him. If I knew it was going to rain while I was at work, I’d turn the TV on for him to give him some background noise and distract him from the storm. It was nice to have the advance notice that the storms were coming, but it always bothered me that Blacky would get so upset about the storms.
Rocky has a lot of Blacky’s personality traits. Rocky is loving, very smart, obedient, and a bit of a tenderheart. Even though he tries to boss Luci around and he acts like a big bad boy dog, he’s got a very loving personality. I’ve wondered if that loving personality included an anxiety disorder and a fear of loud noises (thunder and lightning). We’ve had a couple of thunderstorms so far this spring, but they’ve usually hit while I’m at work so I haven’t seen how Rocky reacts to a storm. Tonight I got a first hand look. Except for trying to figure out where the loud noise was coming from and wanting to go outside to splash in the mud puddles in the back yard, Rocky didn’t pay any attention to the thunderstorm. In fact, both he and Luci slept through the worst part of the storm. It was a pleasent surprise.
It was also a little bittersweet, too. When I was debating whether to go for the walk or not, I knew that if Blacky were here I’d be able to tell if it was going to rain. Then when it did finally start raining, I kept expecting to trip over Blacky every time I turned around. It’s been four months since Blacky left and I’m still surprised at the things that will get me teary eyed.
Even though puppy class is over, I’m still working with Rocky to make sure he doesn’t forget everything we spent 8 weeks teaching him. During our nightly walks, I reinforce all the things we learned.
Since Luci goes with us on the evening walk, she is getting a refresher course on her obedience commands. That’s a good thing because I didn’t follow up with her training after we finished her puppy class. I can’t tell if the problem with Luci is just a stubborn cuss or if she has doggie ADD. She sees what Rocky is doing and she wants to do it too. Sometimes it’s a competition to see who can obey the command the fastest. It really warms my heart to see him teaching his big sister.
She’s returning the favor by teaching him some of her favorite tricks. Her lesson for Rocky tonight was Digging 101. I caught the two of them digging in a hole by the service door to the garage. They haven’t figured out that I can see them from the window in the dining room. They’re always surprised when I tap on the window to get their attention. You should see the contrite little faces when they come up to the back door.
She’s also teaching him how to knock and run. They’ll scratch at the back door to be let in and when I go to the door, they run out into the back yard. They want me to play with them. I do get annoyed when they do it, but I have to admite that it’s pretty smart of them to figure out a way to get me out there to play with them.
Of course they make up for all of their mischief when they fall asleep in my lap. How can you be mad at sleeping puppies?
See this happy couple?
They are celebrating 25 years of wedded bliss.
In case you haven’t figured it out . . . that’s Hubby and me. We actually celebrated our anniversary last month, but the official announcement was in the local paper this weekend. Yes, that’s the picture I put in the paper. Hubby would have gladly posed for a formal portrait, but we’re not really posed formal portrait people. This is us. This is the picture that will be in the silver 25th anniversary photo frame.
And to think his ex said that we wouldn’t last 6 months.
Hubby and I were channel surfing yesterday and it became very apparent to me that I need a hobby.
Something other than watching TV.
I can recite the entire history of The Young and The Restless from the beginning of time. Except for a few years when the whole Mac, JT, Kevin, Sharon, Nick, Colleen, Lilly, Daniel era started. Some of the characters from that era are back on the show and I’m a little lost trying to figure out who everyone is and what their story line is.
For some odd reason, the old Nair commercial was on the other day. You know the one. "Who wears short shorts? We wear short shorts. If you dare wear short shorts, Nair for short shorts." Yes, I know the dance steps too.
VH1 is having an 80’s marathon this weekend. They are showing classic videos from the early days of MTV. I just recited the entire lyrics to "Parents Just Don’t Understand" by the Fresh Prince. Luci and Rocky loved it but I think I freaked Hubby out.
In my defense, the noise of the TV is a comfort thing for me. I remember either the TV or the radio being on at home when I was growing up. When Hubby was an over the road truck driver, I kept the TV on so that I didn’t notice how quiet the house was all the time. I’ve even corrupted the dogs. I would leave the TV on for Blacky when we were gone during the day if I knew it was going to storm. The noise of the TV drowned out the noise of the storm and kept Blacky from being so nervous. Then Luci came along and she watches TV with me. When she was a puppy she started watching football and NASCAR with me. Rocky doesn’t pay much attention to the action on the screen, but he’ll perk his ears up if he hears a doorbell or a dog barking.
Yes, I realize it might be a bit odd that I know the days of the week by what TV show is on. I look forward to certain things throughout the year. Big Brother in the summer. American Idol. So You Think You Can Dance. Hell’s Kitchen. Bridezillas. Football. Drag Racing on ESPN. Twilight Zone Marathon on the Sci Fi Channel on New Years Day.
Hubby said maybe it might be time for me to get back to working on my cross stitch or my knitting . . .
That rhymes with "G"
and that stands for . . . Golf
Hubby has taken up golf. He bought a used set of clubs on a whim – and I must admit they were a heck of a bargain! He’s never touched a set of clubs before in his life except for the occasional game of putt putt. He appears to be a natural at it. Went to the driving range yesterday and was knocking the balls out of the park.
His buddy was so impressed that he invited Hubby to join their foursome on Monday morning.
Bowling, fishing, darts, golf. . . . I guess that makes me an offical all season sports widow.