Loving the New Sofa Bench

Who loves it most?  Dunno.

But it has become the perfect place to take 

a summertime afternoon nap.

Sometimes I think SHE thinks the sofa bench was redone just for her.
(see $15 sofa re-do).

Well, well, does anyone tell her otherwise?
(only when it's my turn).

For the Dogs...

Last year when we visited our farmer friend's farm,

 

we really wanted to take the old dog house home.

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was so cute, such a neat vintage teal green.

 

He said we could have it, but it was so honkin' heavy

 

it was not to be budged.

 

 

 

 

 

 

So Dan built one from scratch for Sharkey and Ruby Sue.

 

 

 

 

 

 

They, of course, want no part of it,

 

and have graffiti paw prints of rejection all over it.

 

You try to get them to come by it, and they jump on it.

 

 

 

 

 

I have to throw toys in front of it to even get them in the photo

 

of his dog house.

 

 

 

 

 They so don't care that he built it and painted it French blue just for them.

 

 

I can just picture them saying, "Really, Dad?  Really?"


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Sharkey's New Year's Resolutions

I will get control over myself.  I will keep my tongue in my mouth so I don't look so sloppy.  My mom says it just emphasizes the fact that I'm crazy.

My mom is pretty sure I've got ape parts in me, that's how crazy I get.

If you're reading this, you probably heard about the window.  Yeah, Ruby and me were playin' under the table and that chair got knocked over and broke the window... but I heard the guy is finally coming to replace it this Wednesday. 

So that's getting taken care of.

I will not steal veggies from my dad's garden this summer.  I wrecked a lot of good tomatoes and onions!  Did you know they make tasty toys?!  I couldn't help myself!  I stole some corn stalks off the chicken coop and dragged those around the yard, too!  It was soooo exhilarating!!

I will not chew cables and wires anymore, either.  I knocked out my mom and dad's cable and internet for three whole days his past week before they even figured out what I did (hee hee)  Yes, I did.  I ripped it out of the house and then pulled it out the ground and I shredded it!  I LOVE to dig, dig, dig!!  I still can't believe they didn't know I did it until Dad had that Twilight Zone dream that I did something bad outside. 

They had to have a man come out and trench a whole new line out to the box.  Dad barracaded the connection to the house now with some of Mom's milk cans so I can't find it.  They are so lucky the ground wasn't frozen, or he wouldn't have been able to do it and then they would've had to get a dish.  I did not like that cable man.  He smelled like beef and cheese. 

I'll be seein' you around the block when I make my rounds with my dad!

Did you get those cookies shaped like the mailman for Christmas, too? 

They were sooooo good!!

A Love Letter

Dear Ruby:

I am so happy that you have been feeling better.  

I was so worried about you. 

It seems like just days ago when the puppy doctor told me he couldn't guarantee that you would make it.  That virus really took its toll on you. 

Boy, that medicine sure was expensive.  You are just a gold-plated puppy, aren't you??

What's that?  You've been watching my Will Ferrell movies again? 

Don't worry, I will get over the window.  It will only be $1800 to replace.  We were going to replace it eventually, it just wasn't in the budget for a few years yet.

I know you were just rough-housing under the dining room table with Sharkey and that knocking over the chair into that big window was an accident. 

What was that? 

Sharkey did it? 

Of course, WHAT was I thinking?

No, Ruby, stay. 

You don't have to get out of the French-y chair. 

You're a dog. 

You had a hard day's work. 

Sit down. 

Oh, and I wanted to thank you personally for that special present you left between the Christmas tree and the wall there. 

I know you were trying to hide it until Christmas, but I found it!  I thought I had said I wanted Hulk Hands, but it must have slipped my mind.

Didn't I tell you to stay away from my tree? 

You almost knocked it over when you dove under it last week and came out the other side.

And please, Ruby, stay out of the boys' room. 

I know about what happened in there. 

You just couldn't hold it? 

With all the Legos and trains strewn about in there, I was in crisis mode until I found it.

I thought I might pick it up accidentally as I searched through the mound of boy-matter looking frantically but gingerly for the source of smell that alerted me. 

I know you go potty outside when I take you out. 

We just haven't gotten to the point where you can tell me you HAVE to go. 

YET. 

But you will.

You will.

You're going to have yourself a merry little Christmas, aren't you?

Stay on the nice list, k?

I need a break.

Love, Ma

Poor Puppy

Little Ruby is as sick as a dog.  Literally.  A few days after we brought her home from the shelter, everything began to fall apart.

First she came down with kennel cough, which she immediately passed on to Sharkey, the boxer, and then she got really REALLY sick.  We're talking blood out the back end.  And lots of it.  And she wouldn't move.  Or eat.

We took poor puppy to the vet several times, each time trying a new medication, hoping it would work.  Poor puppy had a subcutaneous (sp?) IV last night, so she has a camel hump.  Mr. Puppy Doctor also gave her a vitamin booster to replenish the nutrients she has lost which has made her prone to more infection.

She lost three pounds in three days.  When you were only 13 lbs, that's a whole lot of weight.

But!  The puppy booster turned out to be synonymous with puppy crack!  He said some dogs respond to it very well.  She was pushing us out of the way to get to this liquid vitamin you pour in a bowl.  It must have been like the best pizza you've ever had.  She will get this super expensive medicine every day until it is gone.  He gave us three big bottles.

He didn't make any promises.  In fact, he said she could still make a turn for the worse.  He believes she has Corona, a potentially fatal virus that she most likely picked up from the shelter. 

If puppy's mommy had been properly vaccinated, baby puppy would not have been so likely to contract it because she would have had antibodies from momma's milk.  But, since puppy's mommy was given up BECAUSE she had puppies, prior puppy's mommy's owner probably never took her to the vet either.  Bad puppy's mommy's prior owner.  SHAME!!

But, this morning, puppy ate her puppy food for the first time since Tuesday (it's Saturday).  So we called Mr. Puppy Doctor and said- thank you for saving me, we think I'm gonna make it after all!  But boy, it sure is exhausting being a puppy!

Ruby Sue

Welcome, Ruby Sue, the new baby.

A remarkable little puppy, we don't even have to wait when we take her outside.  She goes immediately and in-house accidents have been surprisingly minimal.

Half black lab and half something else, she is.  We found her at the shelter with her litter mates and her mama.  Everyone got adopted ( I checked back).

But in this house....

....she's 100% baby.

(And, edited back some brown in the blog updo.  I do prefer it).