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.

 

STICKS

 

First,

Find a stick.

 

You may want to go to a quiet place and chew on it for a few minutes to make sure this is the RIGHT stick.

 

 

Be sure to pay attention to your companions. Sometimes they seem oblivious to your presence. A clever comment should get their attention.

 

 

To get others interested, make sure they know that you have the very best stick in the whooooole yard. There are lots of sticks but your stick is better than anyone else's.

If they are still not interested there are ways to peak their curiosity.

 

 

 

Tell them that they may not have your stick.

 

 

Make it seem very important.

 

 

 

Remember:this is the best stick in the world. Don't you wish you had this stick? There is probably not another stick this good anywhere.

 

Sometimes, no matter what you do you cannot get others interested in your stick.

 

 

Well. What a bunch of boring friends.

But that's ok.

I still have my stick.

 

 

 

 

 

Rats. A perfectly good stick and they all went inside.

 

Wait! What's that noise? Is is chewing? Is Biskit Man in there??

 

You may have the stick.

 

STILL NEW THINGS

Apparently I have not had the stereo on since I got Doc. This is entirely possible as I do not always listen to it: I will go months without turning it on. He knows about the box with the pictures and sound. Sound without a picture is new.

This morning I put on EmmyLou Harris's DUETS. Whoa!! Whazzat???

I am watching him trying to work it out. I can tell from his look that it really worries him, this sound without a picture. "What kind of magic is this?  Why wasn't she happy with just the box with pictures and sound, the one with the big dogs running after the other big animal? That was very exciting, and I watched it, and I liked it. And there was the one with the music and what she said was a piano. I liked watching the hands. But what is THIS?"

"I am looking around for the picture. For the big dogs or the hands. But nothing. I don't understand."

"She does these things that absolutely freak me out. Like, why does she run out and pick up our poop? She knows if she just left it we would clean it up for her. The Bassets taught me that. Mmmmmmm.
Nevermind."

Yes nevermind. Which is why I run out and pick up the poop. The Bassets have taught him some very bad habits.
And I might add, he bites. Yes he does. When he is very excited he bites us from behind, grabs our clothing which really annoys the Biscuit Man. And he bites my butt of which there is plenty. I have never had a Belgian do this, altho I have seen others do it. It is a very bad thing to do, open to mis-interpretation. It is a herding thing, which makes me fear for any sheep I might eventually try Doc with.

Nevermind again. He is still a baby.