MEANWHILE, BACK AT THE RANCH …

A gray day in Uxbridge, Massachusetts. It’s cold, damp, sunless. Nothing to do. Not even something to bark at. The humans are drinking coffee and doing stuff on their computers. Nothin’ to do in this burgh.

Bonnie watches and waits.
Bonnie watches and waits.

Every now and again, Gibbs — our very special agent — goes out to patrol the yard. Barks a few times to make sure his presence is known. Bonnie watches from the window. Since Gibbs moved in, she sees no reason to go on patrol. That’s clearly his job. But in the evening, when the barks fill the air from far and wide, Bonnie is out there, communicating on the doggish network. Getting the news of the day, passing along any juicy gossip she may have. She expects Gibbs to come too. She gives him a short bark, and he leaps to his feet. When Bonnie says “jump,” Gibbs doesn’t even ask “how high.” He just jumps.

Bonnie agrees with Johnny Rocco: "I'll never have enough!"
Bonnie agrees with Johnny Rocco: “I’ll never have enough!”

We think of a day like this as peaceful. I guess for the dawgz, it’s boring. No squirrels to chase, though now that I’ve repaired Squeaky Squirrel and he is back in action, mauling him is always an option. I had to do some serious stitching with super strong button thread. I also un-stuffed his tail and removed the second squeaker from it to make eviscerating squirrel less tempting. So far, so good. Squirrel is still in the game.

Garry cradles a newly sutured squirrel, but fears for his future.
Garry cradles a newly sutured squirrel, but fears for his future.

Missing an ear and oddly misshapen where I was forced to suture sections of him to other sections that were never meant to be sewn together. I look like that under my clothing too. When they had to put me back together, they had the same problem, so they stitched whatever they had to whatever else they had.

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My abdomen looks as if I was mauled by a wild animal. I tell them I was taken by a lion while we were on safari in Botswana. Why not? It’s a lot much more entertaining than the truth and a lot simpler to explain. When they ask for details, I tell them “It all happened so fast. Once he had me in his jaws, it was just a blur.” That usually ends the conversation.

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So it’s quiet on the home front. We are all inside. There’s coffee to drink, sandwich makings, and a decent steak for dinner.

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A little bit boring, but only if you are a dog. For the humans, days like this are the best part of life.

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YEAR OUT, YEAR IN. DONALD TRUMP IN MEXICO – JUDY DYKSTRA-BROWN

Just a little cross the border humor to brighten your first Monday of 2017! (2017? When did that happen? Wait a minute … it can’t be that already, can it?)

Year Out, Year In. Donald Trump in Mexico – lifelessons – by Judy Dykstra-Brown


As I drove to town the last day of 2016, this was the sight I was met with.  I couldn’t stop then as I was in a hurry, but on the way home I stopped and snapped these photos.  If you click on the first one, it will enlarge and you can see the captions.

Um. Only problem is that one of them has seemed to have lost his head. Let's hope this is not a forewarning.

There’s more at: Year Out, Year In. Donald Trump in Mexico


I’m just guessing that this means Mexico isn’t planning to pay for Mr. Trump’s wall.

DOWN WITH HOUSEHOLD CHORES by ELLIN CURLEY

As I get older, I’m having a harder time accepting repetition as a big part of my life. I don’t mean cosmically or philosophically. I mean plain, old, boring repetitive everyday tasks like laundry, dishes, bed-making. Cleaning the bathroom. I always feel as if ‘I just did that’ … yet it’s time to do it again!

How many dirty dishes and how much dirty laundry can two people generate? Apparently, quite a lot.

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I never liked routine chores, but I long ago surrendered to their inevitability. Now they seem like a personal affront. What do you mean I have to unload the dishwasher AGAIN??!! I JUST did that!!

I used to find sorting and folding clothes soothing and zen. Not anymore. Instead of sighing and resigning myself to another round of laundry, I rebel, procrastinate. Seriously procrastinate. I recently had to do three loads in the washer and dryer merely to see the TOP of my hamper!

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Maybe the political upheaval in the country will help me appreciate anew the reliable, familiar tasks that make up my days. If not, what is going to happen as I get older? Am I going to be one of those people discovered in a pile of filth and garbage in a house that needs to be condemned?

I’m not there yet. But I worry.

ODDBALLS, VARIOUSLY & HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge: 2016 Week 52


The Nutcracker King
The Nutcracker King needs a nose job
Photo: Garry Armstrong
Photo: Garry Armstrong – Put it on your calendar!
Robbie and flowers on the old woodstove
Robbie and flowers on the old woodstove
By Garry Armstrong - Portrait of a stone owl with pinwheel
By Garry Armstrong – Portrait of a stone owl with pin wheel