Category: Canine

Ten

My funny little girl is ten today. I can’t believe it.

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Little Bree with her Aunt Deb.

Playing with Dad…

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16 weeks…

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She played very carefully with kitties…

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And used to go into the spare room to look at herself for company when her sister died.

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And August of this year. A little the worse for wear, but still my lovely girl.

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Happy Birthday you silly, hardheaded bitch. You’re not going anywhere soon.

I had to get a photo of her today, though it’s not like she was going to look at me! This was right after her bath.

My Punkinhead:

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Daisy Doesn’t Care

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It’s election day here in the United States, but Daisy doesn’t know. And as her person I feel safe in telling you that she wouldn’t care if she did.

The Dachshund’s vocation (and obsession, if we’re being honest) as huntress sort of rejects any political thought but as her hobbies include barking at strangers and lying pink-belly-up in the sun, you might be inclined to wonder if she’s had aspirations.

Well, no. That’s one of the things I love about her; the uncomplicated, primitive nature of her being eschews anything civilized.

Bree… well, she thinks too much… so, probably. And we all know that Badger wants to rule the world…

As for me, I’m more of a Daisy today. I don’t care. Not just because I’ve been sick and feel like ick… but because it doesn’t matter. I’ve come to believe that anyone running for president these days must be mentally ill. One wants your guns and one wants a wall and it’s all control. Gun control and immigration control and meanwhile, we’re importing jihadists who want to blow us up because of some guy name Mo. It’s unreal and surreal.

Going back into Daisy mode now. At least until I drag my ass across the street to vote.

 

Daisy and a Dove

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Not together, obviously. If so, the dead bird would be hanging limply from the dog’s jaws. Daisy would be very proud of herself and we would naturally have to congratulate her for the magnificent kill. Dachshund life, you know.

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The dove just kept walking toward me, as if daring the dogs or I to make a move. I had to take a picture of such a bold bird.

It’s boring right now. But I think boring is good. My main functions these days are clearing out closets and watching Midsummer Murders. All good.

I didn’t renew my WP premium package, so changes… they are a’comin. Hey, a hundred bucks is… just that. And needed for other things now.

 

 

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Just meaningless, meandering photographs from around the yard.

First, a dandelion pompom or two, because even weeds can be pretty:

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Daisy the Undeterred, going anywhere she wants… even under grass!

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The last bougainvillea picture this year, promise.

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(I had my fingers crossed.)

A young visitor:

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…and bad picture of a nasty spider. But look at those legs!

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Hope everyone (you’re not here, but I wish it for you anyway) has a blessed Easter!

 

Owl Creek*

Badger hates having her picture taken. She thinks it steals her soul or something, so if she knows the camera is pointed at her it’s a full snark situation.

Here she almost can’t believe the thing is after her again.

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I think you can judge this expression for yourself:

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And she’s such a sweet, happy girl otherwise.  Oh, well.

Daisy, on the other hand, could care less. Or she doesn’t have the brain power to realize what is transpiring.

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*No idea; just wanted to write it.

I Don’t Have a Playlist for Thursdays

I do for Tuesdays.

The man is working on something. A cooler; I don’t know. He’s doing something with fiberglass.

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I love his hands. That is all.

Daisy on the sofa. Just because she’s so damn cute.

 

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And I threw a big ‘ol clove of garlic into a pot and it put down roots. We’ll see what happens next.

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That’s basically my day. Must return to cleaning now. Ta!