Raven’s Plan
What is Raven looking to get into this time? Besides more trouble, that is.
Oh, yes. She has finished her treat, and now she wants to get ahold of Bouchard’s – to help him finish it, of course. But Bouchard wants no part of that plan!
Raven
Brrrr…
The skies are as beautiful as ever in Fort Doberdale…just colder these days.
Even the crows are flying closer together to keep warm.
Then there are certain goings-on that remain the same no matter the weather.
She is relentless. You know who.
Little Big Pants
Raven needed to get the Humunga Tongue suddenly today when she saw Lilian looking at it. That entailed a jump up onto the table. Mon Dieu!
Then she had to flaunt her status being above “them” all. She obviously needed a title, so she called herself “the boss.”
However, an Indian spirit whispered to me one day weeks ago a very important message – Raven’s other name – and it fits her. “Little Big Pants.” That name helped me understand Raven and the big personality she squeezes into that little body. I started liking her a lot more then. Almost too much. OK, I love the dog. Er…the fury little bellower.
Lilian is exhausted from her day trying to beat Raven to the toys, so before she laid her head down this evening, she made sure to securely tuck the toy she did manage to take possession of well under her long and slender neck and beak.
A Thorny Start
Today, I spent the sunlight hours doing yardwork. When I finished about half of the job, I went to scratch my ankle being something was sticking it. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I looked down!
I ditched the socks, and that was not as easy as I wanted it to be. Taking them off had to be done delicately. The shoe laces took some time to dethorn. I have no idea what weed in my yard is depositing these things all over, but whichever it is…it won! I put another pair of really worn shoes on after that fiasco, no socks, and finished the day out in the yard with them.
Raven and Leissl played some more tug-o-war.
I’m really grateful for whoever plays tug with Raven because otherwise, Raven is following me around shoving toys at me. The best time of day for this game of hers is when I’m fixing dinner for the Posse and she’s plopping down toys on the floor. I don’t normally see them till I step on them. I have yet to fall off my feet. Thank God! Of all times of the day, this is when my face turns reddest.
Raven mouthed off to the unimpressed Annie when the donut didn’t make it over the fence, (I’m really a girly thrower), and Annie took possession. It took Raven a minute, but she realized she needed to come back around the fence to get the donut.
Earlier this morning, I got a picture of two of my favorite things…one of our crows flying by the moon.
Gorgeous!
The Eleventh Day of Christmas
My little Raven is the Eleventh Day of Christmas Dobergirl.
I cannot get enough of the Chipmunks song because whenever I hear the Chipmunks owner yelling “Alvin…AlViN…ALVIN!” I always chuckle. Sounds just like my house except it’s “Raven…RaVeN…RAVEN!” It’s nice to know other faces are turning Christmas red and not only mine.
