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Happiness Is . . .

Standing on the back deck in your warm flannel nightgown and fuzzy blanket robe drinking coffee and watching the birds at the bird feeders . . .

Even if it is only 26 degrees . . .

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Bless Her Heart

It’s cold. It’s windy. It’s snowing. But there’s a possum in the alley and Millie is determined that it should not be there . . . so she wants to go out every five minutes to give the possum a piece of her mind . . . 

That girl is going to be the death of me yet . . .

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Neighbor Story

I’m doing the dishes. Millie comes into the kitchen to get a drink of water. Then walks to the back door to see what’s happening . . . she starts barking and wants out the back door RIGHT NOW . . . which brings Rocky into the kitchen to see what the fuss is and decides he wants out the back door RIGHT NOW as well . . . I’m thinking “WTF” as I go to open the back door and step out on the deck to see what the fuss is all about . . . and that’s when I notice The Burbs neighbor behind me has started the first bonfire of the season . . . and it’s so big that, yes you guessed it, it looks like my garage is on fire . . .

Apparently my two big barking dogs scared the crap out of The Burbs neighbor . . . he put out the bonfire and went back into his house . . .

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High Anxiety

At Rocky’s annual check-up earlier this month, Lovely Vet noticed that there was some serious plaque build up on his teeth and I might want to consider getting them cleaned.  Mind you, the dog is 10 years old and has never had his teeth cleaned.  In fact, in the over 30 years I’ve owned dogs, I’ve never had any of their teeth cleaned.  I had noticed that he was a little extra cautious when taking treats and a little slower to eat the large Milkbone treats that Lovely Neighbor Mike gives Rocky and Millie every night.  So, I got a quote on the cost and, after debating the pros and cons, made the appointment.

Today was the appointment . . . it involved making sure that Rocky (and Millie) didn’t eat or drink anything after midnight . . . which included NO BREAKFAST . . . then getting up early and dropping him off at Lovely Vet’s office by 8 a.m.

I decided to take the day off because I knew that the morning drop off was going to be a hot damn mess . . . and I was pleasantly surprised that it was not a hot damn mess . . . and because I wasn’t sure how Millie would do home alone all day if I took Rocky to the vet and didn’t bring him home until supper time . . . and because I knew I’d be a hot damn mess all day worrying about Rocky . . .

I was a hot damn mess . . .

Millie was a bit of a handful and was stuck like glue to me all day . . .

Rocky, I’m happy to report, did just fine.  Didn’t mind not getting breakfast.  Was happy to go on an adventure to Lovely Vet’s office because his Favorite Vet Tech would be taking care of him.  He went off with Favorite Vet Tech for the procedure without even a glance back at me to say good-bye . . . Gotta admit . . . that kinda hurt . . . didn’t have to have any teeth pulled and the problems I noticed were just irritated gums from the plaque build up and a little bit of old age . . .

He “serenaded” the Vet Office with his lovely song all afternoon because he was done with all the excitement and just wanted to go home . . . I heard him while I was paying the bill and it was the most pitiful thing I’ve ever heard . . . poor guy . . .

Millie is happy he’s home . . .

I’m happy he’s home . . .

I’m glad that it’s over . . .

Right now he’s snuggled on his favorite bed in the living room happily snoring away . . .

I’m over the moon ecstatic for the good outcome . . . and I hope it’s a little while before I have to go through that again . . .

 

 

 

 

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In and Out

The dogs are driving me crazy . . .

It’s raining.  It’s cold.  It’s windy.  And they want to be outside because they might miss Lovely Neighbor Mike and his nightly treats.  But it’s raining, it’s cold, and it’s windy . . . and they don’t like being out in the cold, wind, and rain too much . . . so they’re running in and out every few minutes . . .

Which means I have to stop what I’m doing (cooking dinner) to dry them off and clean their feet . . . and then let them out again when they think they hear Lovely Neighbor Mike . . .

Once Lovely Neighbor Mike has given them their nightly treats, things settle down for a bit . . . until I go back into the kitchen to do the dishes . . . which means they are in the kitchen because, well, treats . . . I tell them to get out from under my feet . . . and they decide they need to go OUT . . .

Curse, swear, filth, foul . . .

Rocky doesn’t stay out long because, well, wind, rain, cold . . . and he has a short coat.

Millie, however, stays outside (and outside of my line of sight) just long enough for me to get concerned that she’s outside eating something she shouldn’t and expects me to call her inside.  Well . . . Mommy got smart to Millie’s tricks and I turned off the porch light, turned off the kitchen light, and left the kitchen to go watch A Charlie Brown Christmas.  Well, that lit a fire under Miss Millie and she “had” to be inside to see what I was doing.  If she comes in on her own, that means she doesn’t get a cookie . . . for once her curiosity got the better of her and cost her . . . she’s still sulking over that one . . .

So please excuse me while I go watch my new guilty pleasure . . . The Christmas Baking show with that guy with the beautiful blue eyes . . .

 

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November 20

Happiness is having a neighbor that shares her home made beef and noodles because she “made too many”!

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November 18

Today I had the pleasure of having someone I barely know volunteer to take care of a small home maintenance project.

He wouldn’t take any money for the work he did.

He said that’s what friends do.

I am a lucky lady

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