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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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Listening to Rocky snore always brings me great comfort.

If he can sleep that soundly, it means he feels safe.

If he feels safe then maybe I can feel safe too.

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Bonded Pair

These two pictures pretty much sums up their relationship – she loves him more than he loves her – and she has to be the center of attention.

And, no, I have no idea when she got so old. She turned 9 in August and still acts like a puppy but yet she has so much gray on her face.

Rocky is a year older but doesn’t look nearly as old as Millie.

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November 29

Millie is part lab.  Probably mostly lab.  She has a lab appetite.  She thinks she’s always hungry.  Which is why she had a weight problem when she was a young dog.  Which is why I feed her a half can of green beans with each meal – to help fill her tummy and keep her from thinking she’s hungry all the time.

I have bird feeders in the back yard.  Most of the time she leaves them alone but sometimes she likes to eat the bird seed that the birds have knocked out of the feeders and is on the ground.  Usually in the spring when it’s been raining and the ground is soggy and the spilled seed tends to stink.  That’s when I have to go out almost daily and clean up the seed before she can eat it.

It’s been kind of cold here lately.  We’ve had some snow.  We’ve had an ice storm.  Ground is frozen.  Which means the bird seed on the ground is frozen.  Which makes me think “whoo hoo!! I don’t have to worry about Millie eating bird seed!”

I.  Was.  Wrong.

That goofy little dog has decided that clumps of frozen bird seed are a new delicacy and she MUST EAT ALL THE SEED . . . which means every time she goes out, she heads to the area where the bird seed is and starts feasting on her new treat.

Rocky told on her . . . he came to the back door and looked at me like “Mom, she’s doing it again” and waited for me to step outside to see what she’s up to.

Curse.  Swear. Filth. Foul.  WTF is wrong with this dog?!

So I have to keep a closer eye on her than normal . . . and I have to go out tomorrow while it’s still daylight and chip up the old bird seed to keep her from eating it.

I swear that dog is responsible for a good bit of my gray hair . . .


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November 28

There about a hundred things I should be doing . . .

Sending out Christmas cards . . .

Decorating the tree . . .

Going out shopping . . .

But I’m happily sitting here with Millie asleep on my feet and listening to Rocky snore.

Everything can wait a bit.

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November 27

It’s been snowing all day. Nothing significant. Just enough to be annoying. And enough to risk black ice on the roads after sunset. So I stayed home with the dogs and watched TV.

It was glorious.

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November 26

Yesterday was a sunny beautiful day . . . high temperature in the mid 50’s . . . unusual weather for Ohio in November . . . and I won’t complain . . .

The dogs were in and out the back door most of the day . . . drove me nuts . . . but we won’t have many more days like this so I won’t complain . . .

Today a cold front moved through . . . first with wind, then with rain, now with snow . . . nothing significant, probably about an inch or so . . . and it’s just covering the grass.

Rocky and Millie LOVE snow . . . they like watching it fall . . . they like running through it . . . they like running outside to see if anything has changed in the two minutes since the last time they were outside . . . and since it’s snowing, they’re covered in snow so I have to dry them off and wipe their feet before they can come back in the house.

If I’m working on my cross stitch, I have to wash my hands after I clean the dogs so that I don’t get my project all dirty.  If I’m reading a book that I borrowed from the library, I have to wash my hands so that I don’t get the book all dirty.

If they’re barking at heaven knows what and I call them inside, they have to get a treat . . . because they came when I called them . . .

And if I’ve called them inside because they’re barking they look at me like I’ve broken their little hearts and made them stop having fun . . .

It’s November in Ohio . . . we’re going to have about three or four months of this stuff . . . and they’re driving me nuts after one day . . .

Yes, I’m complaining . . .


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