Gimli smiles in his sleep. While the dogs hint that they are dreaming of play by running and gurfing in their sleep, this cat relaxes completely. Sleep is the only time that Gimli is truly relaxed. Clearly, Gimli dreams about… sleeping.
We live in an old house with what is politely known as personality. The long list of things that need simple repairs is low priority when something else is dripping, sparking or overflowing. Except for the occasional lightning strike destroying the a/c or a hail storm destroying the roof and siding, repairs are limited to the balance in our savings account. I constantly hope for a moment of home repair calm to allow progress on the master list of repairs.
After an entire week without anything odd, like water dripping from a ceiling fixture, I began to mentally plan for a weekend of home improvement instead of home disaster intervention. I went to load the washing machine housed under the staircase and carefully tried to avoid yet another concussion caused by failing to duck my head at the washer. As I measured the soap, I felt moisture on my head. I hadn’t whacked my head so it couldn’t be blood like last time. I reached up to touch my head and another drip splashed on my hand. I sighed, mentally ditched my plans for the weekend and cautiously looked up to survey the leak.
A smiling dog looked down at me from the opening in the stair rails where she was leaning to watch me load the washing machine.
A fresh splash of dog slobber landed in my eye.
If you ask the question,
“Would the dogs prefer a sliced or unsliced antler?”
And you answer it,
“Let’s get one of each and see which they prefer.”
Then you will spend an entire day saying things like,
“Stop that growling right now.”
“Be nice. Kisses. Be nice.”
Until you finally say,
“Find a way to slice this other antler or I am throwing it in the trash.”
When I sit down at my computer, the dogs consider it a challenge to become the objects of my attention. They sneak up and smack my mouse hand with their heads. They lick my elbows. They put their heads in my lap and make sad eyes. They lick my elbows. They toss their metal food bowls as though they didn’t eat an hour earlier. They lick my elbows. Depending on your position in the cats vs dogs competition, I either have the cleanest elbows in town or the nastiest.
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I walked in the vet’s office to pick up the dog who had been dropped off for her checkup earlier in the day by Doug. Two basset/beagle mix puppies were charming everyone in the building with their puppy howls, barks and kisses. After I loved on the puppies enough to guarantee looks of betrayal from my dogs, the puppies went to an exam room and the girl at the desk asked how they could help me.
“I’m here for the bad dog.”
In one movement, the girl picked up the phone, clicked a few buttons and spoke to someone in the kennel area.
“Dharma‘s mom is here.”
A. Evan moves the ornaments from the middle of the tree to the bottom of the tree.
B. The dogs knock the ornaments to the floor.
C. I move the ornaments from the floor to the middle of the tree.
D. Repeat. All the day long.
Our dogs LOVED last week’s snow. Run, wrestle, eat snow, repeat. Then, they really LOVED this weekend’s spring weather. Fetch ball, wrestle, chase squirrels, repeat. These dogs are happy about everything except rain and thunder. Guess what is in the forecast for Wednesday? Don’t worry. They will stretch out on our bed and hibernate until the weather changes again.