RAINY DAY DAWGZ

We’ve had a run of gray, wet days. For Garry and I, that means we take a lot of medication that’s supposed to tell our arthritic bodies to shut up and stop complaining. Mostly, it doesn’t work very well, so these are slow-moving days.

We are listening to an audiobook by day, and deeply absorbed in the heart of post-Victorian British crime stories as the evening draws on. The dogs? They beg for whatever they think they have a chance of scoring … which is anything and everything that might be construed as edible … and sleeping. They are very good at both.

The mid morning rest. It will be followed by the early afternoon rest, segue into the mid-afternoon rest. Which will be interrupted by DINNER, the central event of the every day.

The mid morning rest. It will be followed by the early afternoon rest, segue into the mid-afternoon rest. Which will be interrupted by DINNER, the central event of the every day.

Gibbs looks thoughtful. He is thinking about lying down and taking a nap, so rudely interrupted by that Person With the Camera.

Gibbs looks thoughtful. He is thinking about lying down and taking a nap, so rudely interrupted by that Person With the Camera.

This is Bonnie's favorite daytime place. She can sleep, occasionally opening an eye to catch an overview of her domain.

This is Bonnie’s favorite daytime place. She can sleep, occasionally opening an eye to catch an overview of her domain.

Still hoping I'll go away and take the camera with me.

Still hoping I’ll go away and take the camera with me.

19 thoughts on “RAINY DAY DAWGZ

  1. Now that last look is a Morrie look if I ever saw one. He’s wondering where his cage is. It is all packed away in the car with his new rug!!! He’s sleeping on two mats on the floor. Lucky dogs at your house to score the sofa. No dogs with scratchy claws on my leather sofas. And, Morrie cannot be trusted inside. Sorry to say. Except in his own personal “inside,” the doggie domain.

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    • We got very lucky with Gibbs. He housebroke himself. I always worry that he’ll decide to un-housebreak himself since the whole thing was his idea. I once had leather furniture. Then I had a cat and my very very expensive leather furniture became scraps and shreds. Now, I have neither leather nor cats. All our furniture was bought for its comfortableness. It’s nice if it also looks good, but at this point in my life, lumbar support and being able to keep my feet up beat out any fashion.

      Bonnie owns the crate and Gibbs isn’t allowed in it. And neither dog is allowed into the bedroom area. they have the living room, stairway, kitchen, and the whole front yard. But we get the sleeping quarters. We made that decision when we moved in here. I’m too broken to twist into a pretzel so my dogs can stretch out 🙂 It’s not lack of love, it’s the pain.

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      • Gibbs sneaks into Bonnie’s crate when her attention is diverted. He looks for a quick score and scampers out when he hears Bonnie approaching.

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  2. I have nearly always had dogs that insist on walking towards me if I try to photograph them although Cindy is better and will keep still if she doesn’t think I’m doing anything that might involve food or toys.

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