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.
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 . . .
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.
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.
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 . . .
Today is Rocky’s 10th birthday . . .
I can hardly believe that he’s been in my life that long . . . and I’m really having a hard time believing that he’s technically a “senior citizen” according to Lovely Vet.
In my heart, he will always be this loveable lump of fur with very large feet.
My protector. My buddy. My shoulder to cry on.
One of my reasons for getting out of bed during the dark days after Prince Charming’s death.
Happy birthday Rock Monster. Thank you for picking me to be your human.
Last night there was excitement here on my street. Some sort of stand-off with the police. Nothing serious but interesting to watch. Dogs were not happy with police officers out front or in the alley.
Tonight is the complete opposite. I’m watching Law & Order SVU and listening to them snore.
Tomorrow is the USMC birthday. Makes me miss Dad more than normal – if that’s possible
Wal-Mart after dark is always interesting.
Blue Bloods is my new binge watching show.
I wonder if it’s appropriate to have an Elf on the Shelf in a Catholic school. I’m thinking of putting one in my office.
I’ve been thinking Rocky hasn’t started showing his age – and today I noticed he’s limping a little when he walks. Then I remembered his 9th birthday is next week.
Love is . . . braving a torrential downpour to get your dogs from the kennel because they hate thunderstorms and you can’t bear the thought of them being away from you and being afraid.
Even though you hate driving in torrential downpours and talked to them the entire drive home because you didn’t want them to think you were as afraid as they were.
Things I think of while walking the dogs . . .
What in the world do I feed them that makes their poop stink so bad?
What is it about Millie’s personality that she has to be “first” to everything?
How awesome that Rocky is cool enough to let Millie always be the lead dog.
I think it’s hilarious that they remember the one time they found a cat under a big pine tree and have to sniff every time we pass the tree, they know when we get close to the house on the corner that has the dog that always barks at them, and which house their human friends with hugs and treats live at but they aren’t bothered at all to pass the house were the dog that attacked Rocky lived.
When the dogs sniff a spot and then have to pee on that spot, I wonder if that’s a dog version of Facebook. BTW . . . Millie ALWAYS has to get the last “word” in . . .
I learn something interesting from them every day.