LOVE STORY: THE SEDUCTION

A SHORT SHORT STORY

starring Llewis and his DadPerson



APPROACHING THE MARK

 Hello, you have a nice chair here. Has anyone told you that before? It is really lovely and you look so handsome sitting in it. Who, him?   Pay no attention to that Hairy Dog hanging around. No No, he's not my pimp.How could you think such a thing about me?



THE MAIN MOVE

Just let me step a little closer so I can smell you better.Ahhh, what an intoxicating scent, do you mind? Shaving cream, coffee and--oh, ice cream! I do love ice cream. I could go for someone who loves ice cream....

THE FINI

               Nebbermind. Just don't move for a long time,ok?

                                        TaaDaa
                                        The End

HEADS OR TAILS

We had a little snow and it went away. Then we had a couple of really chilly days when the dogs didn't want to stay out.
Now it's mild again (relatively speaking, of course: it IS winter.) and the boys want to be out in the yard, building forts, shooting bb guns and pushing and shoving.

Doc has grown a little more, but he still looks like a coyote.
When three are out, there is non-stop barking, but when two are out, it is fairly quiet.
Therefore, I let Doc out to play with Nigel, who, being down in the rear stays in one spot (he doesn't but he did today.) and Doc will stay close and play with him.

                       Nigel, so dignified. Outside in the sun.

                Doc, outside and looking for...well...trouble.

      Oh Hey Nigel. You wanna wrassle? Hunh? Ya Wanna hunh?

  Mmmmmmmm. I dunno. I kinda like just sitting here, y'know?

                       Yeah uh hunh yeah I guess you sure?

 

You know what I just noticed? Your head! It's...it's...

 

                                      upside down!!!

 

You poor thing. No wonder you're so weird. Here, let me ...

 

              ....  Fix that for you. There! Now let's go in,okay?

Really, you'd think he'd figure it out, wouldn't you?

WAITING FOR WINTER

Well here we are in January and the temp is in the 40s. It isn't supposed to stay that way, but for us the snowfall has been less than dazzling. Even in my faltering memory rests the replays of shoveling paths for the Bassets, and watching the Belgians lay a trail around the backyard.

Not this year.

It is supposed to change tonight. The temp is supposed to bottom out and we are scheduled for sleet and snow. Ice is probably not something Doc has encountered before. Or substantial snow. Meanwhile, life grinds onward.

This is my butt. Isn't it lovely? Someday I will have britches and a big, plumey tail.

This is a squirrel. It is the ENEMY. I run after squirrels even when they are running along the power lines and leaping into the trees.
I think a squirrel would make a good snack.

 

This is my Frisbee. I don't know what that is but I kill it at least once a day.

                           Sometimes I even bring it back.

         This is my empty Coca-Cola bottle. I am a recycling whiz.

               This is my thoughtful look. It fools them every time.

 

                                            and this is

                                             Li'l ole

             beyootifull ME waiting for winter, whatever that is.

WINTERDOME

For weeks I have been waiting for the snow, to photograph Doc in it.
We had a dribble earlier in the season, but today the Big Flakes arrived, albeit briefly.
So I grabbed the camera, and the big lens, and dragged the dogs outside (they didn't want to go out, it was cold, and it was snowing after all.)
I got goodies.
No dice.
They sat inside in the nice, warm, dry house and watched me in my boots and coat trying to coax them out the door.
Good Lord, what IS she thinking?
That was clearly on their faces.

Eventually I won and they decided to go out.
Next on the list was getting them to run around and look happy.

It was cold.
It was wet.
It was snowing.

Get a life, woman.

But, Doc is a puppy after all, and without too much prodding he began the puppy dance. After dancing on top of the Bassets, they were left with little choice but to join in, which they did for a moment, and then left Doc to carry on the Happy Winter Dance  while they stood miserably by the back door.

Where is a good

                                                          ahhh STICK

                                         Which way?

                            wait! What's this over here??

                                               My Coke bottle! OBOY!

                                             Look guys! Look what I have!

                        

                            
                         Maybe it is time to go in, after all....

And in we came, soaking wet. Well... I wanted the pictures so that's what I get.

CHRISTMAS DY 2012

And all through the house etc etc:

 

                            Conley finds a spot with Mr Biskit, on the bed, in the bedroom....

Nigel considers the probability of goodies from his own spot on the bed...

Llewis comandeers a bed too small for Nigel but just right if you fold up like an accordian....

                                                           And Doc?

He watches for Santa, or burglars, or neighbors, or relatives or stray food

 

 

I am the early warning system

 

Ooooooooo squirrel.....

 

MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVERYONE

DECK THE HALLS

Ho ho as we await Plumber #2.
We have no workable bathtub.
Usually it is the Microwave that goes out on the eve of a Holiday on which we are having guests, even if it is just family, but this year the screw-up gods upped the ante and cursed the bathtub.

The first plumber, a charming young man, worked for a long time and said the tub could not be fixed, that we would have to
1. tear out the kitchen cabinets to get to the pipes or
2. tear out the tub to get to the pipes.

We think perhaps there is a middle ground. But we don't know that so we have to pay ANOTHER plumber to come out and either fix what the first could not, or validate the first's opinion.

Plumber #2 said he would be here yesterday afternoon but was unable to get here so is here now, this moment, at 8:30 in the morning, much to the consternation of the [crated] dogs.

Hope, as they say, springs eternal. It would be nice to have a shower before Christmas day...

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Two days ago I cleaned the backyard without a coat. This morning it is 14 degrees. But we have sun, for the first morning in I don't know how long.

 

                                                 OOOO SQUIRREL!!!

Meanwhile, Life goes on. We did not get more than a smattering of snow. Enough to eat, but not enough to recognize as an alien encounter. Since Doc eats everything, he ate the snow. Every morning lately, he looks taller than he did the day before.

All the boys, including Mr Biskit and I, wish everyone a Happy Holiday.

 

NIGEL'S NEW BED AND OTHER STUFF

We have had a lot of trouble getting Nigel through the night. This is especially vexing since I do not sleep well to begin with, and his waking and whining was getting critical. (We share a room.)
Granted, his pen is (as are the other dog crates) on an outside wall, and the house is poorly insulated and this room used to be the garage so is especially drafty. But he had blankies and pads galore in there, in his pen, which he would ruck up into this mess and curl up and sleep.....for awhile.
And then, about 1 in the morning, he would begin to whine.

I never knew what, exactly, he wanted. But he was dedicated. Nothing shut him up.

And then, the hand of fate and Mr.Biskit stepped in.
On one of his routine perusals of various retail establishments, DH (aka Mr Biskit) found a little bed, a dog bed, and after some deliberation (the cover does not come off and it is actually too small) he brought it home for Nigel.

And the rest is history.
Yesterday morning, after his second sleep-through-the-night-in-his-new-bed experience, Nigel did not even move when I opened his pen. Usually he bolts out, but yesterday he did not even raise his head, simply rolled his eyes in exasperation.

                           I have to admit, he looks cozy.
Never underestimate a Basset's quest for creature-comfort. He gets in and out of that bed without the use of his back legs, and it is clearly his favorite place in the world.

Meanwhile, his playmate Doc, continues to be weird, at least to a basset's way of thinking.
He looks more like a coyote than ever, but now and then I see a flash of what he is going to be.
Today, in fact, he is 5 months old.

The standard says:"...always in motion when not under command".

 

and sometimes that just gets to be

 

 

a bit

 

 

 

Much.