Lilian

A November Bath Day and Thensome

Today I had to take the hose set-up from my laundry room to Home Depot where a nice, young gentleman there managed to remove the nozzle from the hose. This has been an on-going sore spot for me. I had set up this slinky-type hose with hot/cold water access in the laundry room, so I could stretch it out on cool days to the dog-wash table for a warm-water bath. But the nozzel broke and I couldn’t remove it. Not with pliers or hammers or WD-40. So the fact that I found a good guy who knew what he was doing with those muscles on his arms was a godsend. Thank you! (And I did go on-line and wrote to Home Depot customer service telling them about this wonderful employee.)

That meant that I could get on a bath schedule again. And being it’s no longer Halloween, and Chirstmas is coming, it’s time for the winter type Christmas season collars to go on clean dogs. Today was Raven Peebody, Lilian Peebody, Luna and Ginger’s turn. Ginger loves to be doted on, so she got a bath just because she likes the attention. Here she is looking lovely drying off in sun.

Ginger after her bath

Shortly after this picture, she found the place she most likes to pee, and rolled in it.

Luna, the sweetness that she is, decided to dry off on the dirty mat we use coming and going from the back door. At least her pillow was clean as of yesterday’s laundry.

Luna drying off

Raven thought Luna was particularly fragrant.

Raven takes a whiff of Luna’s rear parts

Shortly after her sniffs, Raven went into her “Lookie!” stance while Lilian and the Cuz ball got reacquainted.

Raven and Lilian

And what was Raven staring at? Wow! Big bird. Not THE “Big Bird,” but a really big bird flying overhead. Raven’s got a lot of bird friends, though this one looked sort of menacing. Hungrily so.

Raven’s Bird

Lilian decided to run inside and take her beloved coconut to protect it from the big bird. This was not a decision that sat well with the Dobermaid though.

Lilian and her coconut on the sofa

Speaking of, Raven’s new idea of fun is to give the Dobermaid’s friend, the Dobercook, sass, sass and more sass. The Dobertrainer thought it an idea to let the Raven out while food was being prepared so she wouldn’t have to hear the demanding barks from the bird. It works to a point. The point being when Raven’s patience has gone on empty, she jumps into her crate to bark at the Dobercook to move it along…serve dinner already. What happens from here?

The ever-demanding Raven

Well, the Doberwaitress tells the Raven to shut the heck up or she won’t get dinner. Of course, Raven doesn’t oblige, so the Doberwaitress closes the door, drapes towels over the door and window of the bird’s crate, and the bird then throws a major fit. Doberwaitress then serves everyone else who knows how to behave and waits until the ruckus behind the curtains comes to a complete and utterly stop. And it does. Eventually. That little bird is starting to get it. But the “starting” part still takes longer than the household would like. Our ear plug bill is a bit outrageous.

Balancing Act

Look what Luna can do with a coconut!

Luna’s balancing act

Synchronized coconut swing dancing!

Synchronized coco nutz

Lilian’s thinks all that’s fine, but she is still best at collecting coconut thread between her teeth.

Lilian’s coconut thread

Raven is busy leading her flock from her throne.

Raven oversees Pippin and her yard

Speaking of a flock…lookie!

What’s Raven looking at?

It’s one of Raven’s feathered friends stopping by.

Parrot friend

Batty Lilian

Lilian, a temperamental Doberdiva, did not like her batty headdress. She refused to cooperate for a picture.

Temperamental Doberdiva, Lilian

Lilian would not lift up her head outside either. Not for a moment. Not for me. Not for a picture. Not with those bats over her head! (Run Lilian run!)

I won’t lift my head up!

Come on Lilian. Just one picture? Lift up your head and let’s see your pretty face and the bats flying overhead.

I’m not happy with you.

No! You’ll regret this!

Raven to the rescue! Raven came out of nowhere, thrusted Lilian’s head in the air, and I got my picture! (Lilian looks like a zombie.) She’s now off somewhere casting a spell over us.

Raven to the rescue!

Lilian’s not speaking to anyone currently. She’s still getting over her humiliating experience. Well, it’s all in how you perceive fun.

Ginger felt pretty … and looked pretty too!

I feel pretty!  Oh so pretty!

Regis thought she looked like a babe, too. He loves those batty boppers on her head, and tells her so.

Regis admires Ginger’s batty boppers.

Annie looks wicked.

Wicked Annie.

She is. Bahahahahahahahahaha!

Tying up loose ends

I found Lilian’s bowl this morning. I had needed a bowl to put the old breakfast dog kibble into so I could pour the new bag in. Habit solved the mystery!

Lilian’s bowl is rediscovered

Weeks ago, Raven knocked over my papaya tree. The roots were separated from the trunk, but I replanted it anyway, hoping it would revive.

No roots in the ground

Today my hopes were dashed. When I saw the trunk had tilted, that gave me the clue. The fat lady sang.

Gone, but not forgotten

Wrapping it up, this evening when I arrived home, I let Raven out and she turned and blocked the door so my Doberdame couldn’t exit. I told Raven to back off, but did she? Noooo. So I threw my empty soda can at her feet. What did she do? Grabbed it, ran with it, squashed it, and when I came back out, spat it at me feet.

Raven and her soda can

Not to be outdone, and still on her “big bowl” high, Lilian grabbed the can and ran with it.

Lilian with can

Finally, Ginger got a turn at coveting it, shortly before I put it in the recyclable cart.

Ginger with can

Lilian’s Bowl – a rewrite

This morning I needed a dog bowl for something, so I picked the one closest to my hand. It happened to be Lilian’s. Lilian, on a scale of 1-10 of Doberdivaness, is a 10. And bless her soul, she has an only-child mentality, but is living in a Brady Bunch environment.

Lilian

I try to indulge all my dogs’ personalities. With Lilian, I make her feel special with such things as a unique bowl and being served dinner first. Her bowl has circular indentations on the bottom to help cool her food faster on hot-food days.

I had pretty much already used up my allotment of brain cells faster than usual on this day, so when I looked for it at dinner time, I could not find Lilian’s bowl. Nor could I remember what I needed a bowl for in the first place, so no tracing my steps. I haphazardly looked in the closet, under rolling crates, in Ginger’s stashing spot, and I even thought I may have tossed her bowl in the trash earlier while wondering whose turn it was to participate on our next bath day. No bowl in any of these places.

Though I am stubborn, there came a point when I gave into the fact that the bowl was hiding beyond the range of my GPS … or ESP. The point came when the hungry faces staring at me were dragging drool strands along the tile. So I pulled a bowl from the rafters and set it in Lilian’s food-fixing place.

Bowl comparison

Actually, the bowl came down earlier when I used it for de-boning the chicken thighs from the slow cooker. This was an added perk to the Doberdiva because she not only got her portion of the stew, but got extra soupy-stuff to lick off the sides. Brownie points for the cook!

Lilian was impressed with her monumental bowl.

Lilian enjoys a big bowl of dinner

Raven, on the other hand, is not speaking to me.

I’m not talking to you

Hahahahaha! If that were only true! Hahahahaha!