MY BRAIN ON NOTHING

It's a hard thing when you start forgetting. What?
Ohhh, like that the dog show I entered way back there isn't next Sunday it's TOMORROW.
Luckily I had managed to arrange grooming for today, late, back when I was still thinking. And it's a good thing because he has blown coat and is sunburned and looks like....a coyote. a big Coyote. And this is a major if all the dogs show up.

 

I have someone coming out today to give me an estimate on cutting down two dead trees in our yard. That will leave us treeless, except for the little Russian Olive I bought several years ago. It is looking good this year, is about 5 feet tall now. The wife comes out and does the estimate. The last group I had like that was a real mistake.

 

 

Beads. Obviously. I bought these and they are not like anything I have had before. The beads shaped beads are African Trade beads and the tetrahedrons are "black rainbow agate". I am wild about this bunch of beads and want to do something amazing with them but haven't figured out what that is, yet.

This is Sam Beagle. He belonged to my husband when I met him back when the earth was green. Sammy was very funny.

 

That's me. I really looked like that once. Sam Beagle knows I am offering him a biscuit but cannot quite decide whether he should really take it out of my mouth or not. He did.

Mailboxes. Clearly. At the edge of the road by Marble City Glass studios in Knoxville, TN. I have weird taste in subject matter.

 

 

The Gallery window when my son and his partner brought Marble City Glass to town.

 

Wendy. This is Nigel and Llewis's sister many years ago at the International Kennel Club Show. I cannot recall her professional name. Ch. Bonsai's First Class Cheesbrgr in Paradise, I think. When she was born I called her "the Rottweiler" because she was huge and black. There was the Coyote, the Rottweiler, Naomi, Nigel, and Llewis. Two un-named puppies died before they ever got going. One is buried in our garden under a bronze house that my son made. The other never made it home from the C-section.

 

Horse barns at Kentucky Horse Park

 

Told you I had weird taste. Saw this when I was in Des Moines at something or other and we went downtown to the Farmer's Market, a huge, wonderful affair.
Not sure why this appealed to me so much, but it did.

And the end. My beautiful Lillies, gone now.

MUSICAL BEDS

Today is one of those days when not much is going on except that Doc is going to go to training but I have not told him yet. I probably won't tell him until we get out of the Van at training. ("Oh my goodness, Doc! LOOK where we are!! Well, we might as well go in, don't you think?") (Doc doesn't think training is the way to spend an evening.)

So today apparently we are playing Musical Beds.
Not me. I just spent 3 hours putting 3 stupid things on eBay for sale.

But the dogs seem content to fritter their time away by confusing me as to who is sleeping exactly where:

 

This is Nigel's daytime spot, on my bed, but that is Conley, not Nigel.

This is one of the two places DH sits but that is not he, that is Nigel who is not on the bed in my room because Conley is.

This of course is Doc who frequently sleeps in his own crate or next to me and he is the only one who has it right-- he is next to me in this photo. (Yes I know: I took the photo from a different angle.)

And last but never least is Llewis, sleeping soundly not in his crate but in Conley's crate which drives Conley insane, so that Conley has now moved onto the floor displacing Doc, who is just looking rumpled.


That's my day. And don't ever ask me how to list something on eBay to sell, either.

 

ONE MORE REASON WE DONT HAVE GUESTS

Aside from the dogs that never leave you alone except for the one that hides, we read. This is another reason we do not invite you past the front door:

 

 

(DH designs all constructs on top of things and at the foot of the stairs)

 

And he adds all artistic touches to those things that we already have.

 

My room

 

 

 

Living room again

 

Who wins? The Imperial Stormtroopers or the Smurf?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My dresser and the wall behind it

 

The top of the Fridge, thank you, Katie.

The one spot in my room that is organized: This is where I keep many of my beads and supplies. Doc is guarding it to make sure I don't make necklaces instead of feeding them.

The whole house is like this.
Don't bother to come in.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

SUMMERTIME

It's officially summer.
It is supposed to be in the 90's for the next couple of days, which means I need to turn the A/C on before I did yesterday (4pm).

Nigel, who spends a lot of time on my bed, has already gone heavily into SummerMode:

 

When he is not here he is on the floor, which is cement covered by a thin rug, or in his pen, or outside. But right now, he seems content by the open window, on the bed.

 

 

 

He doesn't move around much, and yes I know those toenails are shameful.

 

 

 

 

 

 

summmmmerrtiiiiiimmme

 

 

 

 

THE TEAM

When Doc first came to live with us, Llewis made it clear that although Doc was cute as a baby bunny and about as dangerous, Llewis wanted nothing to do with him (Doc) and was to be left alone.

 

But Baby Doc wanted to play and in typical Belgian style, decided that he was going to play with Llewis, whether he liked it or not.

And so, thus was born THE TEAM.

 

Doc, a little hesitant in his new home, began waiting for Llewis to go out. When Llewis came in, Doc looked around to find himself either alone or at the mercy of Conley, and came in. It got to the point where one rarely went out without the other, and both came in at the same time.

And it is still that way. When they play tag, Doc is carefully restrained.

When they play "Chase Me", Llewis leads off and is rarely captured.

 

 

 

Llewis seems to be mysteriously faster than Doc, despite having one unworkable back leg and one partially goofy back leg. The "Bunny hop run" with Llewis is necessity.

 

 

Doc watches from his spot at the back fence. He and Llewis wait for Ori, the Border Collie who lives in back of us, to come out so that they can run the fence. They understand that when I show up with the leashes, the game is over. (Or, the jig is up.)

 

 

Here are the two Terribles, discussing what they can get into, destroy, drag around the yard. My understanding of this relationship is that Llewis actually picks out the object they are about to torment and destroy, and sends his guided missle to get it.

In this photo, Llewis is saying:

Remember the last garden hose they bought? Well, that's the new one. YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO!!

 

And off goes the black dog to resection the new garden hose.

WAIT! I am Conley. What does Llewis have that I don't?

HAHA I will tell you what I have that you don't have:

a Bodyguard.