Holiday

Springtime Easter Sunday

Helen

Springtime. A time for flowers.

Regis and Leissl are springtime Doberflowers.

Regis loves it, but Leissl is not so sure.

Regis soaks up some sun rays, while Leissl, a very sensitive Dobergirl, is soaking up rays of humiliation.

“But Leissl, you look so cute!” Regis.

“I am cute, just not sporting spikes.” Leissl.

“They’re not spikes. They’re petals!” Regis.

“Oh dear.” Regis

“It looks like I have to be the Springtime Happy Petal Puss.” Annie.

Here’s a bit of news from Llewellyn’s Witches’ Datebook 2008.

Helen

Annie, Doberkids, Holiday, Leissl, Regis

23

Mar

2008

Good Friday & Libra Full Moon

Helen

Tonight is Good Friday. Tonight is also the Full Moon.

Here’s what the Llewellyn’s Witches’ Datebook 2008 suggests for tonight’s tribute to the Libra Moon.

At least go outside to moon bathe.

Happy Birthday, Regis!

Helen

Today was Regis O’Verten’s birthday. That’s right. He’s a Valentine’s day baby.

First, Regis made his wish over his birthday hamburger.

Then he finished what he started.

Then came the sky show for him.

Another rocket followed the first. Regis is very popular!

This was the sky from this weekend, but Regis liked it so much, he wanted me to show it to everyone. It’s his birthday gift to you.

While I made dinner tonight, Raven and Luigi played the Valentine’s Kissy Ball Game.

Now we are all about to say adieu to another Valentine’s Day and Regis’ umpteenth birthday.

Helen
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Holiday, Luigi, Raven, Regis

14

Feb

2008

I got a lamp at Home Depot. It was regularly $49.95. One of the store walkers looked up the price for me and said $18.50. I debated buying it because I didn’t know where I’d store it, but I talked myself into it because it will look dashing next to my babies in our holiday pictures coming up this year. By the time I got to the checkout, the price dropped to $12.50! That’s 75% off! And Leissl, among others, approved of it.

Still, I have since decided one of my goals for 2008 is to ask “Where will I put this?” and have a good answer before I buy. This was a purchase made in 2007, the last day of such, so I’m still on track. As a matter of fact, today, Jan. 1, I took out of my basket two other Christmas items that were not necessary and I didn’t want the responsibility of having to store. I feel relieved, frankly, that I don’t have to deal with them. Now I just have to figure out where to put our lamp for a few months. Christmas starts in July, doesn’t it?

Santa’s Surprises

Helen

We woke up to a rainy Christmas morning at Fort Doberdale. Members of the FDSP were not impressed.

So we got going on some indoor games with Santa’s gifts. First Annie held onto the pink ball.

Then Ginger swiped it and ran into her cave with it. Possession is the best part of toys…even if you don’t intend on playing with it. If everyone else wants it, that’s the fun part.

Except when it comes to Baby’s stuffed toys. No one is allowed to touch them because most everyone else tears them apart…

except Regis. He is good to his stuffed toys, also. I keep them up when these two aren’t playing with them. But when I came home today, Regis had gotten one of my socks and wouldn’t let it go. Figure that! I treat his toys royally, and he doesn’t think twice about tearing a hole in my socks because he is a stubborn old mule sometimes!

Bouchard coveted a ball and gnawed on a monstrous Nylabone.

Lilian had a new knotted Nylabone, which tastes very good and is excellent for her teeth.

Luna sank her teeth into the Big Chew Nylabone Beef Bone
Don’t touch her bone!

Pippin tried to get a grip on the knotted Booda rope bone, and so did Luna.

Lilian found the Kong Wubba to be a fun toy, too. Some of that red fabric came out in her morning deposit in the back yard as well. But that’s what she’s known for!

When the rain broke, Leissl and Raven took to a game of tug on the Wubba. We can’t disclose who won!

Later on, Leissl and Raven took out another game of tug on the Humunga Tongue.

At some point, they let loose, and Luna got to play with the tongue.

Baby sat to play with her red Frisbee. (OK, it’s not new, but she hadn’t seen the red one in a while.)

Her patience waned quickly. “Throw that Frisbee!”

Baby fetches it and takes it somewhere. I follow her, take it, and throw it. I am sure that’s not the way the game is supposed to be played, but she’s the Queen Mother. I play by her rules.