Mom cooked Thanksgiving yesterday. Well, she cooked a few things and folks brought other food. I got up and barked and Carroll and Richard when they first got there. Then, mom put me in my chair - and I stayed there for the rest of the day.
Aunt Dee and Cito came next. Aunt Dee told mom that I growled at her. I just don't trust Aunt Dee. When she's around I'm pretty sure mom is going out of town. The house smelled too good for me to leave today!
Harold and Frances next. Harold wondered what happened to "The Barker". He didn't hear me bark all day. What's the point of barking when the house is already full?
Dan came and he was very nice. He asked mom if I were a "real" schnauzer. (I think they used the word "registered". Just because mom hasn't taken me for a haircut lately and I'm very shaggy now doesn't mean I'm not REAL!
Mom picked me up and moved me to the new/old chair. She gave up MY chair so a human could sit in it! :-O What the heck is going on?! She put me in the chair she brought back from G'ma B's room at the nursing home. It's had stuff in it since it showed up. I didn't realize what a really great chair it is! Very soft. Very nice. It's my new favorite chair. I even jumped off the bed last night and when mom came to check on me I was in the G'ma B's chair. I jumped back in it a few minutes when I got back from outside and "doing my business".
Carroll asked mom if I could walk. What?!?! Then Carroll pointed out that mom had carried me from chair to chair and I hadn't moved of my own accord all day. Heck, when you have it this good, why move?
Life is good. Mom told me that we are going to the mountains today. Dang, this place is clean and the chair is open and we are going away! Oh, well. Life is good up there too. Happy Thanksgiving to YOU! I hope yours was as great as mine! :-)
Friday, November 23, 2007
Sunday, November 11, 2007
A lazy morning on the farm
The darn alarm was set so I woke up way too eary this morning.
Some cuddle time with Ru.
Some computer time and checking on how folks in California and Canada are doing.
Out to feed the horses - and I find it's cold out there. I had no idea during the night.
The pups aren't waiting on the porch. I round the corner and Mad sees me. She frolics up for a scratch, but El and ND are sniffing around Grannddaddy's bbq. El turns around - and frolics up for scratching. About 15 seconds later, ND senses her absence - and turns to see me. Three labs frolicing up with glee for morning greetings. Now, the horses see me and whinny. Total silence up till now. What a great way to start the day.
We head to the shed and the uncle has braced the door closed. All three labs are waiting to charge in to see what animals are there or what smells remain. Two charge in - Mad decides not to (as usual) and they deem it safe for me to enter and scoop the sweet feed. Grouchy kicks the wall impatiently (as usual).
I haven't even made it to the feed buckets and all three labs are off again - squirrels to chase or smells to follow.
They join back up with me for the return to the house and squeeze in between the newly delivered boxes of books for their morning biscuit. Each catches their treat - and then drop their muzzles to the floor within inches of one another to enjoy their snack. I feel like a successful pack leader. All is well with the world. Back inside a surprisingly toasty old farmhouse to stall some more before getting ready for church.
Life is good on an early Sunday morning on the farm.
Some cuddle time with Ru.
Some computer time and checking on how folks in California and Canada are doing.
Out to feed the horses - and I find it's cold out there. I had no idea during the night.
The pups aren't waiting on the porch. I round the corner and Mad sees me. She frolics up for a scratch, but El and ND are sniffing around Grannddaddy's bbq. El turns around - and frolics up for scratching. About 15 seconds later, ND senses her absence - and turns to see me. Three labs frolicing up with glee for morning greetings. Now, the horses see me and whinny. Total silence up till now. What a great way to start the day.
We head to the shed and the uncle has braced the door closed. All three labs are waiting to charge in to see what animals are there or what smells remain. Two charge in - Mad decides not to (as usual) and they deem it safe for me to enter and scoop the sweet feed. Grouchy kicks the wall impatiently (as usual).
I haven't even made it to the feed buckets and all three labs are off again - squirrels to chase or smells to follow.
They join back up with me for the return to the house and squeeze in between the newly delivered boxes of books for their morning biscuit. Each catches their treat - and then drop their muzzles to the floor within inches of one another to enjoy their snack. I feel like a successful pack leader. All is well with the world. Back inside a surprisingly toasty old farmhouse to stall some more before getting ready for church.
Life is good on an early Sunday morning on the farm.
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