EXPERIMENTAL BLOG

Ok we will see how this works.
When we were rained out of the house, the couch arms and a couple of spots on the back wore big splocks of dried Drool. The Bassets are the big villains, but I have to admit, Cooper can drool up a storm given the opportunity. We used to laugh in Obedience class because on the down-stay we could always tell where Cooper had been: Mr. Nervous would have a puddle between his front legs, where he had drooled out his anxiety.

So in an effort to keep the couch clean, DadPerson kind of went overboard in finding things to cover arms and backs of the couch and chairs clean of drool.
The other day he wanted to know where all the sheets and towels were. Had they been lost? (We did not take any with us when we were forced to flee.
There simply wasn't time.)

Looking at the couch....two throws, three towels, two sheets and a pillowcase....and where are the dogs? On my bed.

My other task now is sorting the thousands of photos I have in boxes and drawers and so on. In the past three days I have purchased 8 albums. Five hold one hundred photos, two hold 240 and one holds 300. I am going to need more.

Now I want to see how the photo upload works on this.

Ok looks as if it's gonna work better this way.

TROUBLE IN BLOGGER CITY

I am suddenly having a lot of difficulty getting my blogs to look the way I want when I publish them. Fair warning that I may be looking for another blogsite. This is getting ridiculous.

snort snort grumble bitch

THE CHAIR FROM COOPER

MomPerson bought a new office chair for her room.

Guess who she made sit in it?

Dis chair it goes tippyback.

It also go roundy

You can see from my xpresshun just how much fun I think this is.

I shooda threw up all ober her new rug but I not that mean.

Chair sposed to be black like me but it not.

Somebody no how to stop her from doin stuff like dis with me?

Love and Magic Belgian Power to all in need,

Ch.Midnight Acres High Noon, HCT (Cooper)

BACK IN THE HOUSE BWAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

This is our newly refurbished house with the new wood floors and the newly painted walls and so on. Well what, you say, is all that shit in front? Why is there a giant Bobcat parked on the---well there is no lawn-- in the front yard?

Well, children, the plumbing went KERPLOOIE! The washing machine dumped water into the bath tub and toilet. So the plumber came out and rodded and rodden and it didn't work.

So the Plumber came out the next day (this was Tuesday) and took out the toilet again and rodded and rodded and rodded and it didn't work. So they came back YESTERDAY, with that giant backhoe in the photo, and they dug a huge f-ing trench where the Village said that the sewer line was and guess what?

IT WASN'T THERE AT ALL! IT WAS SEVERAL FEET TO ONE SIDE!!!

Oh boy! So they dug another trench. This time they found it, they rodded it and rodded it, put in new pipes, and an access point. We flushed and ran the washer, and so on and everything was fine and they left and an hour later the toilet backed up into the bathtub, paper and all.

So I have him coming again, and the electrician to figure out why the switch he fixed doesn't work anymore and Oh! Yes-- I almost forgot. While they were diggin up my yard yesterday we realised we had a GAS LEAK! So we had to call Nicor, who rushed out and replaced the meter and all the pipes for the meter and the good news is, we no longer have a gas leak. Which is in the photo at the top.

Is it not lovely?

Gee. This is so much fun.

PS. All that dirt is CLAY, It is wet. It sticks to your shoes and there is no way to get into the house without walking through it. My floors are trashed, my shoes are trashed. Where are hashish brownies when you need them?

SEWERS, WASHINGMACHINES, TOILETS

I took the dogs to the kennel this morning, because not only the plumbers but the electricians were coming to work on THINGS. The plumbers are trying so hard not to have to dig up the front yard. They got the washing machine working but now the toilet will still not flush. Even the head plumber looks discouraged

We need to dig up the yard, rod out the main line, and put an access into the sewer line so we do not need to do this again.

Thousands of dollar

John is hiding outside.

I wish now I had kept Conley and Cooper at home. I could use the company, the companionship and the snuggl

The plumbers are outside now, staring balefully at the yar

I need my dogs.

A PROTEST DA BOYZ

WE (oop) We da four sined:

Nigel

Llewis

Conley

aww c'mon Mr. Cooper juss dis oncet?

Cooper

wish ta formalate an do publishes dis formal protest gainst da MomPerson here :

Ok da big white (What Llewis? What kinder color dat! Almont.

Da big Almont fing in da peepelpottyroom be broke.

Now we all (cept Mr. Cooper who reely want you to nose he abstrained)
say dis not a biggie deal.

Why, we goes ousside in ALLLLL da weather, rain snow sleet --(you nose dis not meking much scents now dat I finking bout it. I meen how come WEE goes ousside an...OKOK i gets on wif

Enyways dey all in a dither MPerson an DadPerson dey

actin like dis da most turrubulist fing eber an we wants ta nose why dey cant juss come ousside wif we? But here da catcher.

Dis morning eerly MomPerson she pop outta bed and comb she hair wif her fingers and fling on she close an run outta door an dribe away

When she come beke she not only smilin, she GOTS FOOD!! How come she no bring we food?? How much dem liddel samwitches gotta cost enyways? See if dey willin to do dis oncet why not alla time since she do share dem liddel samwitches. Mr Cooper he neber eet he breffas we bet he snarf dem liddel sandfinches rite down. So dis are protest we fink MomPerson outta fergit fixin dat stoopit lookin fing an go to da liddel snawitche place ebber mornin. An share.

She need a baf she go to da groomer. She smell more innerressing dirty enyways.

Dat whut we finks cept Mr.Cooper just shakin he hed an sighin

Love to all and Good Drool

Nigel, Llewis, Conley n Cooper (sorta Cooper, not reely.)

FAILURE OF THE BIOLOGICAL CLOCK

This will be short.

Somehow my biological clock has taken a hit.

Bedtime is between ten and twelve, usually closer to ten. Last night, numb with fatigue and yes, I admit it wine, I fell into bed at ten and rolled over and peered at the clock which read 9:18.

Wait--WHAT??

Oh Crap.

Means everything is off an hour. I will be up and awake by four at the latest.

My 3 a.m. awakening to attend to necessities will be---- and here it is: 2:08.

Remember we have no bathroom for the ---ah---- heavier biological needs. I sit here wondering if I drove to the Gallery at this hour would the Cops note my van parked outside and pay attention?

Of course not.

Well nevermind. Maybe I can go back to sleep.