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Can you tell how disgusted I am by this continued rain? It's driving me MAD!
And poor dork doggie. Every time I take her rain vest off its peg before our walk her butt drops to the floor and her head sulks down between her front shoulders. She actually pouts. She doesn't like the vest and she likes the rain even less. However, good dog that she is, she'll stand there and let me put it on her.
Last night (or this morning, it was 1am) I got her vest and leash on her and then had to let go of her and fish one of my shoes out from under the sofa. As I finished getting dressed Dottie wandered into the kitchen for a drink. I picked up my umbrella and keys and stood by the door. I called her and she came trotting back into the living room. She was being chased by Frankie the Frankenkitty, but that didn't seem to bother Dottie. I found this a bit odd because as a rule Frankie ignores that "other species" she's forced to share a house with. As Dottie got closer I realized Frankie wasn't chasing the dog she was chasing the leash which was trailing behind the dog! When Dottie stopped at my feet Frankie POUNCED on the leash handle, rolled up in a ball and furiously pummeled the nylon strap with her hind feet while gnawing on it viciously.
I burst out laughing and that seemed to annoy her so she sprang away and landed in her cardboard box. She sat peering over the edge and glaring at me.
Sheesh.. The nerve I have!
The sore throat is back and as bad as ever. I've called the Doctor who is calling in two new prescriptions for me. Lydicane (sic) and an inhaler. Humm de dum. I want this viral crap to go away too!
More hot tea for me this morning!
And poor dork doggie. Every time I take her rain vest off its peg before our walk her butt drops to the floor and her head sulks down between her front shoulders. She actually pouts. She doesn't like the vest and she likes the rain even less. However, good dog that she is, she'll stand there and let me put it on her.
Last night (or this morning, it was 1am) I got her vest and leash on her and then had to let go of her and fish one of my shoes out from under the sofa. As I finished getting dressed Dottie wandered into the kitchen for a drink. I picked up my umbrella and keys and stood by the door. I called her and she came trotting back into the living room. She was being chased by Frankie the Frankenkitty, but that didn't seem to bother Dottie. I found this a bit odd because as a rule Frankie ignores that "other species" she's forced to share a house with. As Dottie got closer I realized Frankie wasn't chasing the dog she was chasing the leash which was trailing behind the dog! When Dottie stopped at my feet Frankie POUNCED on the leash handle, rolled up in a ball and furiously pummeled the nylon strap with her hind feet while gnawing on it viciously.
I burst out laughing and that seemed to annoy her so she sprang away and landed in her cardboard box. She sat peering over the edge and glaring at me.
Sheesh.. The nerve I have!
The sore throat is back and as bad as ever. I've called the Doctor who is calling in two new prescriptions for me. Lydicane (sic) and an inhaler. Humm de dum. I want this viral crap to go away too!
More hot tea for me this morning!
