Lilian left a load of poop…well, actually, this is what I surmised happened. Sometime between the time I left for work this morning and the time I returned for lunch, Lilian farted in her crate and not just air came out. Yup.
“When Lilian does things like that,” Luigi says, “we all suffer. The fumes just burst out everywhere!”
“I can’t help it. Sometimes sheet happens,” Lilian explains.
The bottom line?
Lilian is a blast!
Helen
This is the May Dove Moon.
The Happy Birthday May Moon.
This is Luna, the May and all-the-time Dobermoon.
Helen
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.
Helen
I saw this dog on-line today. Though neither a Dobie or an Aussie, he is striking. Notice where his white markings are? This is where a Dobie’s marked by tan or rust. What an eye-catching color pattern!
He is supposedly 4 months old. Hard to tell from this picture. He’s listed as being named Apollo. I hope he gets adopted. I hope they all get adopted!
Helen
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!
Helen