The May Moon
This is the May Dove Moon.
The Happy Birthday May Moon.
This is Luna, the May and all-the-time Dobermoon.
Doberkids
Sunny Thursday
Today, Ginger enjoyed a good sun bath when I came home at lunch. She is feeling better and smiling again.
I am grateful for this. Ginger’s one of the sugar kind of Dobies who’s so sweet she appreciates everything and thensome.
Tonight I had the clicker out for teaching downs. Raven’s getting along very well with “down,” and she is trying hard to understand “stay,” but that lack of doing anything but being still is a hard concept for Raven to grasp. But she’s trying.
Of course, only Raven could jam her tooth in between my thumb and its nail hard enough to cause me pain that hasn’t stopped since. I was giving her a treat! I don’t think I mention enough what a babe she is. She has brains, she just shifts from 1st to 4th without consideration to 2nd and 3rd.
Taylor is very smart, too. So much so that when I wasn’t clicking, she grabbed the clicker, which was attached to a sliding elastic dealio on my waste band, and pulled on it for me to get busy clicking!
I’m beginning to wonder if I should kiss the frog on my window. He’s faithful, I’ll give him that. He hasn’t left my window sill since we met and he has a steady job. Every night he’s on the window bringing home the “bacon.”
Just as important, he knows about my dogs and isn’t jealous of them. I’ll think about it.
Baby’s on Varmint-Watching Restriction
Baby loves to stand in the backyard every night and wait for the varmints. Being she has arthritis, that takes its toll on her daily allotment of painless movement. So during the day, she sleeps and stays on her futon rather than goes outside.
Baby has one more leg to get on her CD, and we have another dog show coming up in just a couple weekends where she can achieve this. 
So starting tonight, Baby is on varming-watching restriction. She is not allowed to hang outside waiting for varmints till the wee hours of the night, or until the rest of us have bedtime. No, she’s not! Now she has to come in and have family time just like everyone else. She’s not happy about this and has got a bit sulky.
But such is life. I told her once she gets her CD, she can watch varmints till the cows come home. Or the corn grows. We are going to be planting a vegetable garden in that spacious area in the no-dog zone shortly. I ordered the seeds yesterday and they are on their way to Fort Doberdale as I write. So are the sweet potatoes, which is the crop we especially want to grow.
This will be two of the summer month’s goals here in Fort Doberdale. Baby’s CD and a veggie garden. I’m not sure which one will be more challenging!
Raven on Lime Safari
Annie went on safari.
Then Raven joined her.
Annie captured the beast. She was so fast, I didn’t get a picture. But I have one of Raven, having taken the prize from the ever-saintly Annie, then squeezing the beast to get lime juice.
No lime juice, so Raven decided to try something else. I knew she was up to something when we were all outside and Raven had run into the house. Moments later, Raven came back out with something in her mouth. She spat it out. It was half a lime I had squeezed and left on the counter! (Luna is looking at Raven as if she lost a few marbles.)
Raven stared at the lime for most of the afternoon. She knew the thing was food, but why couldn’t she eat it? It bit her every time she stuck it in her mouth.
Even Lilian came along to test sniff.
Nothing convinced Raven to let that lime go. Raven continued her fascination with that green fruit, while the rest of us wondered, “Just how loopy is Raven?”
“I’m Raven. I’m a little loopier than some.”
“Than most, lime breath!”
Luna’s got a point!
Ginger Tonight
Ginger is feeling better tonight. She’s chewed on a nylon bone for a while.
And threw us some lovely raspberries. Here’s one.
Of course, Raven wanted the bone Ginger had. Bones taste better when someone else has them.
They taste pretty good when you get them for your own, too.
Helen
P.S. Ginger gave the bone up of her own free will.