…trust me, the dogs noticed him!
When doggies hear the words “bye bye”, they imagine going some place magical, with lots of toys and treats. We heard those words on Saturday, and believe me, there were no treats or toys where we were going. Our magical car ride past the Fall colors only led us to the place they call the “V-E-T-S”! Yikes!
Yep, Daddy and Mommy snookered us and took us to the V-E-T-S! In a way, that place is not that bad, as long as you stay in the front room along with all the other doggies. The trouble begins when you have to go through one of those brown doors to the back. Both Bella and I sat there getting to know some of the doggies waiting in the front room with us. We said hi to a little puppy sitting next to us and exchanged some good ole butt sniffs, he was nice.
Then a white doggie came in, heard she was something called a Lab-Doodle, or something like that. She was ok at first, until she crossed into my area, then the trouble started. Nikita snapped at her, scared everyone in the room, even us, and we decided it would be a good thing to keep them separate for the time being. Man, Nikita, you were not behaving well today, what’s up with that?
A huge doggie named Homer stormed through the front door and sat down with the rest of us. He was a sweet dog though, big, but sweet. (I bet he was a drooler) The room was filling up very quickly. We also had lots of kitties in cages too waiting with us, and all they did was hide in the back of their carriers (big chickens!) as they did not like all the commotion.
Then it happened. I heard someone from behind the counter call my name. Nikita who? Man, I hope they were talking about someone else. Maybe if I just sit here looking the other way, it would be “me” that they are calling. Bummer, it was “me”. Andy came from behind the counter and took my leash…nooooooooooooo I screamed and I scratched the floor to try to get my footing but the floor was too slippery. I was being pulled to the “b – a – c – k” room….noooooooo. The look on my face said it all. I was scared. I wanted my Mommy.
They took me in the back room where I got my nails trimmed. They needed to be trimmed, but I could have done without them being done. But who am I? I don’t make the rules, I just go along with them whether I like them or not. Wait? It’s over? They are bringing me back out to the front room! Yeah, we can go home now! What? What do you mean “we’re not done yet”? It was Bella’s turn to go into the back room now, but she just walked in there like nothing was going on. (suck up)
Bella’s nails are now pretty and she joined me in the front room with all those other doggies and scared cats (I wonder if that is how they got the name Scardy Cats?) and I kept my eye on Brandy to make sure she would stay on her side of the room. She did. I did, however, give her a snarl or two to make sure she knew I meant business.
One by one, the doggies were called to head into an exam room. All I kept thinking was “man, glad it’s not me”, but eventually they got around to calling our names (again) and it was our turn to be dragged in the room with the cold stainless steel table. Up you go, said one of the helpers and onto the cold table I went. My face immediately went into the “I’m not scared, I’m not scared” face as Dr. Danis entered the room. He is nice and always has a hug for me. He checked me out, looked in my ears and at my teeth, and gave me the shots that I needed (and I always sit still for these), and then it happened. I was called fat. Well, not quite in those words, but you get the picture. My Mommy & Daddy were being told that I need to go on something called a diet. What is that? Is it something to eat? I had gained a few, a couple of pounds and the nice doctor said that it would be good if I started eating some reduced calorie dog food. (I hope the new food tastes good.) I can’t believe I gained so much weight, but we did not notice because it was a gradual thing and it is hard to tell with me because I am so furry and fluffy. Nonetheless, I am on a diet until I shed a few pounds. My treats are now being changed to little baby carrots, and thank God I love carrots, but I love those little crunchy treats so much.
All of the tests they ran came back with good results, and it was our time to head home. We survived another trip to the V-E-T-S, and hope that the next time we are told that we are going bye bye, it’s not to this place.
As always, when we get back home we are exhausted from our experience and nap time is sure to follow. Ah, the comforts of home and my blankie never looked so good.
There’s no place like home.
Can you cry under water?
Once you’re in heaven, do you get stuck wearing the clothes you were buried in for eternity?
Why does a round pizza come in a square box?
What disease did cured ham actually have?
How is it that we put man on the moon before we figured out it would be a good idea to put wheels on luggage?
Why is it that people say they ‘slept like a baby’ when babies wake up like every two hours?
Why are you IN a movie, but you’re ON TV?
Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground?
Why do doctors leave the room while you change? They’re going to see you naked anyway…
Why is ‘bra’ singular and ‘panties’ plural?
Why do toasters always have a setting that burns the toast to a horrible crisp, which no decent human being would eat?
If Jimmy cracks corn and no one cares, why is there a stupid song about him?
Why does Goofy stand erect while Pluto remains on all fours? They’re both dogs!
If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from vegetables, what is baby oil made from?
Do the Alphabet song and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star have the same tune?
Why did you just try singing the two songs above?
Did you ever notice that when you blow in a dog’s face, he gets mad at you, but when you take him for a car ride, he sticks his head out the window?
Why, Why, Why do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries are going dead?
Why do banks charge a fee on ‘insufficient funds’ when they know there is not enough money?
Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but check when you say the paint is wet?
Why do they use sterilized needles for death by lethal injection?
Why doesn’t Tarzan have a beard?
Why does Superman stop bullets with his chest, but ducks when you throw a revolver at him?
Why do Kamikaze pilots wear helmets?
If people evolved from apes, why are there still apes?
Why is it that no matter what colour bubble bath you use, the bubbles are always white?
Is there ever a day that mattresses are not on sale?
Why is it that dogs don’t like baths, but they love running around in puddles?
Why do people constantly return to the refrigerator with hopes that something new to eat will have materialized?
Why do people keep running over a thread a dozen times with their vacuum cleaner, then reach down, pick it up, examine it, then put it down to give the vacuum one more chance?
Why is it that no plastic bag will open from the end on your first try?
How do those dead bugs get into those enclosed light fixtures?
Why is it that whenever you attempt to catch something that’s falling off the table you always manage to knock something else over?
In winter why do we try to keep the house as warm as it was in summer when we complained about the heat?
How come you never hear father-in-law jokes?
The statistics on sanity is that one out of every four persons is suffering from some sort of mental illness. Think of your three best friends — if they’re okay, then it’s you.
It feels darned good when an “Ah Ha Moment” hits you like a lightning bolt. As you all know, we have been battling all season with all types, all shapes & sizes of critters attacking our garden, and yesterday it hit me on how to deal with them.
While I am in the midst of making handmade paper mache props for Halloween, fully submerged in the spirit of Halloween, it hit me. I know what to use to protect our garden! I went downstairs to pull it out of storage (where normally people find these in their “closets” – LOL) and grabbed our 5 foot skeleton.
I took “Skully” out to the garden and he immediately went to work! He stood in the doorway to the garden and did a once over to see what he was in for, and upon accepting the challenge to serve and protect, he got to work.
He grabbed the watering can and made sure the garden was thoroughly watered.
He picked some ripened tomatoes.
And he even did some pruning and weeding around the pepper plants.
I did catch him though taking a rest on the side of the garden, and I immediately made him get back to work. No coffee breaks for you Skully!
When he completed his work day and was walking out of the garden to join us for dinner, he turned around at the garden gate and said “I’ll Be Back“.
Yippee, it’s here again….Take Your Pet to Work Day! Today is the day when companies open their doors to our four-legged friends and we can head off to work with all of our toys! We were not able to go bye bye with our Daddy today since he had a business meeting to attend, but we did the next best thing. We rummaged through his tie drawer and dressed up like him!
We remembered that today was TYPTWD and after we waved goodbye to Daddy this morning by the back door, we went into action and picked out our ties! We hope he does not mind us doing this, because it is the ultimate cutest form of flattery that we want to be like him. He dresses up, we dress up!
So, if you were not able to head to work with your Daddy today, head on into his closet and pick out your favorite shirt & tie! He won’t mind!
We love you Daddy!
Nikita & Bella
April has finally arrived. We should have flowers blooming and the weather should have improved by now. Yesterday, as I worked on finishing re-potting all of our seedlings, I watched the snow flurries cover the ground. It all melted, but just watching it snow made me sick. It was 28 degrees this morning. The dogs doo doo’s were steamy as they sat there piled up on the ground. This is definitely not flip flop season yet. One can only hope.
I’m working on finishing up a craft project that I will be sharing with you soon, and I hope you will enjoy it. I have Spring on my mind. Warmer weather in my thoughts. And flip flops that are dying to be worn. Here’s a sneak peak of my project. Can you figure out what it is?
This will be Bella’s first full summer with us, as we adopted her last year in September. She will soon have fun romping in the sun with Nikita in the backyard as they love playing with each other. They each whine for the other when one is outside. The sit side by side at the front windows to patrol the neighborhood. If one barks at something, the other chimes in. When the neighbors arrive home, they run through the house to the back windows to bark “hello” to them. Nikita loves heading outside with Mommy and always is ready to lend a hand when I’m working in the yard. She loves rolling all around in the grass and chasing birdies.
Dreaming of nicer weather. Dinners out on the patio. Fire pit nights. Cooking on the grill. Not wearing a coat, hat & gloves. Ah, Summer, here I come!