Spying on the Neighbors
Yep, it’s a mess out front but my back is bad at the mo.
Fat Corgi, Nekkid Dachshund
What’s really funny is that I can never get her belly hair, so it’s always wafting away down there… along with some of the foot hair because Queen Daisy is a diva and doesn’t want her feet touched.
Fur Babies
They’re long overdue for a nail trim, but the vet has just begun to let owners come in with their pets.
Watching
…for the FedEx truck! Or Amazon, or UPS… well, you get the picture.
Isolating
I’ve been pressure cleaning in the back…. well, along with getting stuck into Joanie’s List of Alternative viewing! Currently watching the Great Pottery Throwdown and love it! Never dabbled myself, but the people are so creative!
Anyhoo… here’s Badgy with her newly shaved rear end. Yes, I’m laughing. No, I haven’t completed the pressure cleaning. 😉
Maisy Grace, light shining on her, hunting. Just thought it was cool. And she’s been shaved as well. Hey, it’s hot here already… which is actually not the reason Badger’s pants were taken down. Heh.
Saw this on the net this morning and since it’s one of the few positive things I’ve seen in awhile, thought to share.
Praying you and yours are well.
If my hair looked this good…
…it would be grown out past my butt by now.
The patio table has become the grooming table, which is fine since we don’t use it for much of anything.
I think Joanie asked for a face shot… complete with hair in her mouth! Well, why do I have to be the only one!?
Happy Thanksgiving!
Badger wants your turkey!!
…but only if it’s raw.
Badger
We had just finished a brushing/combing session when I took these, which is why hair is EVERYwhere.
The Little One is Going
It’s been a day.
Well, I’ll start at the beginning. Himself and I are flying to Houston next month to (finally) meet my father. Yes, when I drag something out it gets drug to the limit. Our meeting simply cannot wait any longer, so the plane tickets are booked.
Since we’re unaccustomed to being gone, a trip means about 5,000 different little things need to happen before we leave… among them dog boarding. I figured the best place for boarding my three angels (I’ll let you stop laughing before I go on) would be in someone’s home instead of a kennel, so I set up a Meet n Greet with my selected dog sitters from ROVER dot com for today.
My chosen sitters were two ladies with a great reputation who seemed very nice. Bonus: they only live a few miles away! So, we loaded the girls up, Bree riding with Mike in the Mini and the littles with me in the truck.
When we arrived one of the ladies met us outside and showed us back to the back yard… where there is a pool. To be fair, I knew they had a pool, but assumed (don’t say it!) they’d have a safety fence around it. They did not.
I declined to have the six large barking dogs in the house come out to meet us (!) because for one I don’t know them and two, my dogs were stressed just leaving the house. They never get to go anywhere, poor things.
Would you like to know who fell in the pool first? Yes, it was my elderly Collie, replete with cataracts. She hobbled around and there was no way she wasn’t falling in… fortunately it was near the steps so we got her out without incident. That was followed by Daisy, who couldn’t swim if the debbil himself was chasing her! I let out a high pitched squeal and went in to get her.
Then Bree fell into the deep end and Mike had to dive in to save her! To her credit she can swim, but her limbs aren’t strong enough to extricate that body anymore. That’s when I started cursing. Stress does that to me, like some people come out in hives.
Badger was surprisingly smart enough to stay clear of the water. She was too busy marking all the other dog’s pee spots.
Bree will stay at the Vet’s, Badger at a ‘Spa’ and Daisy? She’s coming with me.
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