Friday, January 18, 2013

Dogs Tales

I was hoping to have some awesome blog post
up in here on the screen for y'all to read.
I fear it may never happen.
I have been busier than a cat covering his doodoo.
Maggie moved over the weekend.
She worked us like dogs all week,
then this morning she hightailed it for Disney World.
In addition to that offense, she left me with her dog.
Hazel is a Chihuahua.
She is little, she is cute,
and she will cut you.
I am not even kidding.
She is territorial.
She loves me but don't come for a visit.
She won't welcome you.
She will nip your heels
and bark her fool head off.
I love her.
I am one of very few who do.
 I can't get blogger to upload pics today
but just imagine her here.
Speaking of dogs...
Reta followed me everywhere yesterday morning.
She rarely moves so it was disconcerting.
She came upstairs and sat outside the shower.
She followed me up and down several times.
That was huge because she never comes upstairs.
It was weirding me out.
I wondered is she dying and afraid to be alone.
That theory was stupid because if she were dying
she couldn't horse her girth up and down steps.
Then I thought is Stella dying?
 She is 13 and a slug.
She is also deaf, so she doesn't move.
You call her to go out and she doesn't move,.
I have go look to see her breath.
Seriously I have panicked more times than I care
only to realize she is just snoozing.
Side note:
*My MIL assures me looking dead and being dead are two very different things after finding her old pug had died in the night a few months ago.*
That concludes my happy story for the day.
Aren't you glad I am back blogging?
Anyhoo..back to Reta and her odd behavior.
Maybe there was a storm coming but I looked at
 my phone weather app. and it was all clear...
Maybe an earthquake was pending?
Had someone fallen in a well?
Did she miss me?
Did she know I was leaving for the day?
Was I gearing up to have a seizure,
a heart attack...
maybe I was going to die.
Was she trying to tell me something?
Oh she definitely was..
her water bowl needed filled.
Sheesh harpy old hound.


  1. So glad to have your weirdo self back! Stop letting that thing called life get in the way of my reading pleasure, missy! ;)

    Susan from GA

  2. Oh my! Sounds like you need a dog whisperer. Unfortunately that is ONE job for which you will NOT find me applying. This post DEFINITELY needs a follow-up. A bit sooner than later, please!

  3. O my goodness! I LOVE dog tales, just not sad ones, please.

  4. I think they go off alone when they are ready to no worries if she's following you around. It's all good.

  5. enjoyed the "doggy tales" and thankful no one fell in the well! but more thankful to hear from you, cause honey-pot you are missed bunches by the masses.

  6. I can always count on you for a "sappy, happy" tale, and I do mean that in the nicest of ways. I am a FAN!

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  8. ...She is also deaf, so she doesn't move. You call her to go out and she doesn't move,. I have go look to see her breath. Seriously I have panicked more times than I care only to realize she is just snoozing.

    Sounds like my cat Chubbs.... she'll be 18 in April ~ Now I think she is blind. :( Which all happened so quickly. I'm taking her into the doc this afternoon.

    I hope your puggy is okay. Good to see you back.... Cause I "can" care!! HA!! :)

  9. I do love that you are back. You were missed. "She is little, she is cute and she will cut you" ha ha!

  10. I love your blog! I still look every day hoping you have written something. I'm going with the dog sensed you were leaving. My dog does that all the time. You are one of the funniest people ever. I can see where Abbie gets her wit. If you ever need a quick post you can always write about your fabulous grandson with the amazing hair!

    Great to have you back!

    Jenny L.

  11. Glad your and The Coopkeeper are trying to kill
    You both are very funny and I like starting my day with a smile...:)

  12. OMG, I have been there with our old Beagle too often! We have to stomp loudly on the floor to get him to open his eyes n get up when it's time to go out for potty... Otherwise I fear he'd just sleep through his own puddling! ;-0 The following me around IS in unnerving too. When Olivia keeps watching me I always ask her if Timmy fell down the well! Prayers for both your pugs and the little ankle biter... I know they're all part of your fun family!

  13. you make me very happy!!!
    and yes, i am glad that your back.
    i hardly know ya, but your my favorite.

    ps. i think it was me that fell in the well today. yeah. and i couldn't get out of my sad, self pity party ALL stinkin day! good thing i got out so i could read this.


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