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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
A little bit boring, but only if you are a dog. For the humans, days like this are the best part of life.
Categories: #Photography, dogs, Humor
A charming little slice of life, Marilyn.
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I can handle ‘most’ anything a day throws at me as long as I have good coffee to medicate me. 🙂
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Without coffee, there IS no day. It’s my bottom line. Coffee. Then … whatever.
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Poor squirrel… used and abused, but still hanging in there! That’s the spirit! I hope he doesn’t eventually end up as the victim in your next crime story…
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He’s still hanging in there. I’m impressed. I think not having an extra squeaker in his tail helps and maybe not such a fat tail? But he is till hanging in there this morning, so I now hold out some hope for a big more longevity. What a trooper!
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Poor stuffed squirrel. My middle daughter gave Cody a stuffed lamb for Christmas. I’ve told her over and over again not to do that, it’s a waste of money. Cody had that toy totally destroyed in about 5 minutes. But it was fun watching her – I guess that was the real point of the gift.
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We gave them six toys, but they only gutted squirrel and one of the two starfish. Why those two and not any of the others? No idea. Maybe a particularly exciting squeaker? Or that fuzzy tail on squirrel?
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sounds like a perfect day
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All except for Squirrel,, endlessly brutalized … though to my surprise, he is still in one piece. I think removing the stuffing and squeaker from his tail made him less tempting. But Garry and I are having that perfect retired couple day 🙂
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Sounds like Bonnie has Gibbs well trained.
Leslie
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Oh, absolutely. She is very strict!
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Glad to hear you’re having a good day, Marilyn. I just did a little dance with the vacuum cleaner.
Leslie
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Fred Astaire did a GREAT routine with a broom in “Royal Wedding.” Maybe you could make a movie of your own.
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Well, Marilyn, as you know a vacuum cleaner is a little less light on its feet. I’ll have to give it more thought.
Leslie
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You just need a good choreographer 🙂
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There you go, that would do it!
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It all happened so fast….it’s just a blur. I have got to use that line sometime. Excellent one.
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That’s what they always say when the police try to get them to describe the perp on a cop show. “It all happened so fast …” which means they are lying and they did it.
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Today appears to be a replay of yesterday. Outside, gray and raining. Inside, Bonnie and Gibbs are into their midday siesta. Need to do a little grocery shopping. I’m out of drinks and we’re low on paper towels, etc.
I have zilch energy level. Squirrel is still with us along with doggy and pals. They’re lying in a heap inside their basket. Safe for the moment.
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