MANY LITTLE UNEXCITING THINGS

A lot has not happened since I last wrote this blog. It seems to me that people would rather read something interesting instead of something very dull. I know I would. Usually there is nothing very interesting going on, to be honest.

Doc went to a show and got dumped. His ruff was gone, his endings red-- I told him he looked like a Terv bitch which probably didn't help his confidence any, except I could tell by the look in his beautiful eyes that he didn't have a clue what I had said.
Here is a game.
Realising Doc and Llewis had been outside quite awhile without any noise of breaking patio furniture or garden hoses being torn from the  faucet, I went out to check. I couldn't find him. I came in and looked but he was not in the house.
I went back out, my little heart bouncing around by now, and called. Nothing.
(He does this.)
And then I saw him.

(We are trying to grow grass --bwaaahahahahah) which is why the jerry-rigged fence is there.)

 

Do you see him?

 

 

Well ok, so he isn't real clear. He knew I didn't see him, and decided not to answer.

 

 

But I'd know that tongue anywhere!!

 

Ok. This is a link to one of the all-time funniest clips I have ever seen.

It doesn't hurt that my Dad was in the Army Air Corps in WW2 and talked about this guy, and I believe they worked together but I may not be correct on that one. He certainly knew him.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sCFQogH2Ugk

 

I hope it works.

I used to contend that if everyone had to throw very annoyed cats at each other during wars, there wouldn't be many wars at all.

(I do not mean that as a nasty comment about cats. I adore cats. I have had cats and they were never thrown at anyone and lived long and sleepy lives.)

 

John bought me a new thing to put my beads in because they were in a dozen different places in my room, up to and including the floor.

I haven't finished getting them organized but here it is:

 

 

Not the dog. (That's Conley looking especially pathetic)

No, it is a garage mechanic's cabinet.

On my way out the door with them (there are two) three different men commented on what a lucky guy my husband was to get such a cool present. I am not making that up. (I wanted to say "No it's mine, for ammunition storage" but I held my tongue.)

 

 

Wait! What's a squirrel smell like?