Dave, so you think a life couldn't get more boring than yours.
Ha!
Yesterday I volunteered to take the neighbor's puppy while she went to work. She only works part time, but left it outside, on her lanai (porch-to you northerners) in its crate (I don't like crates) in the cold. Yes cold. It was in the 50s and windy. Ok you northerners, stop laughing. I said cold-not freezing. I heard it wimpering when all the neighborhood walkers did their doggie afternoon walk, and I'm a sucker. So I volunteered for today.
I have an ornerary weiner dog who doesn't like anyone or thing but me, so it was iffy at best. I can't tell you what kind of dog this other thing is, but do know it's part kangaroo (explain later) and looks like a short gray haired with brown freakles in varying sized from a dallop to an icecream scoop (I like the food comparisons) all over him, lean, slender body and gives the impression of a dingo. And creepy dark gray eyes. But he's a cute, odd thing.
So promptly at 7:30 this morning I walked over with my baby to pick him up. (His name is Zepplin, my baby is Parker) I figured if they walked into the house together my guy would handle it better. Well they began with the doggie intro thing (ya know what dogs do-yik!)
Then Zepplin promptly inhaled Parker's food bowl in
what? like 10 seconds flat, washed it down, all the while Parker checking him out.
This dang dog wouldn't calm down, bouncing off the walls, and I saw Parker reaching the end of his rope after 2 1/2 hours. (Zepplin's about 6 mos. old, Parkers 8 1/2 yrs old.) So out we went to the canal, where I see all the wildlife. Parker-no leash, Zepplin-not walking a straight line, but running around in circles and hopping/walking on hind legs.
In the mile Parker and I walked this thing must have walked 4!
I thought they'd crash when we got back, but Nooooo, more of the same.
Finally, around noon they crashed. My guy was out like a light. Zepplin lasted 20 minutes.
Well, yaddy, yaddy ya.
We wound up taking 2 more similar walks before I was able to bring him back at 4pm. And I'm exhausted.
Parker has stirred to eat his dinner, but has had I think the ruffest day of his old doggie life.
And I don't think he'll forgive me or forget for awhile.
Understand that we live like monks (are there female monks?), and we like it like that - here in Paradise. LOL!
Oh, and the only wildlife I saw was the gator sunbathing on the bank of the canal. Thank God it was the far side.
Parker will go after anything that moves. His favorite passtime is chasing and capturing those little lizards we have. 2 years ago was bitten by a pigmy rattlesnake sticking his nose where it didn't belong.(That's why I call him Parker - short for Nosey Parker!) So I gotta keep my eye on him all the time.
So other than visiting here on and off most of the day, that's all she wrote.
I hear you've been getting calls from some of us.
I told Fisher's Mom I wouldn't call, as I didn't want to disturb you. I know you're there to get well, and even though meds matter, rest and sleep are the best meds.
But she said your feeling alot better and may leave sometime early to mid next week. Yahoo! Can you see me smiling?
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Gotta love her!
cause I never did that to my mom. lol
