- Kids... & 'Other' Creatures that Lurk...
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I was awakened this morning by low gutteral growling... (and let me tell ya, it's been YEARS since I have heard anything like that emanating from MY bedroom)!!! sad, that
... (Truth being stranger than fiction most days, it is just one of those "Oh well"s of life). I shall get to that growling later, as I didn't write a darned thing yesterday- ('cept to Unca BoBBie, and that was only to fill him in on what I had posted on here)! This is such a vicious circle?
Monday was a busy day- (And yes, I DID get a nap in that morning)-Berta had stopped out later, with Gabriel in tow; and since it was such a lovely day we spent a great deal of it outside. The photo above is Milly and Punk- waiting for the burger toy to be thrown- (Mother Milly is on the left)... Those dogs 'played' together- They get loud sometimes- and it always looks painful and nasty; but as long as the tails are still waggin', and neither loses blood they are just having fun. And who needs TV when you have a couple of rambunctious dogs like this? We all watched as they would run and jump on each other and run some more... Funny! My little Punkie actually does somersaults!
Fun to watch too- Yet, at one point, Gabriel was NOT too impressed with these beasts, as they had chosen simply to ignore his little butt on the grass, and plunk down directly on top of him and continue to wrestle... We did dig him out of this melee, he was a bit deflated, but thought it was sorta funny, so he didn't cry about it either. (Thank the Powers that Be)!
Master Gabriel does have a hideous, indignant squeal when he is upset- (almost so high-pitched that you would swear it is a 10 year old prepubescent girl on the playground that just had her dress lifted up by Georgie-Porgie)... It is a startling shriek; fully guaranteed to wake the dead...
Punk was restless after her WWF for dogs, and was a bit sad too when Berta and Gabriel left... (or so I thought). She laid down at my feet, whined a bit- then wanted to be a lap dog... (a bit big for that now, but we make do)! Monday night then, we slept quite well - the fresh crisp air coming in the windows- even warm it is still somehow crisp in the Autumn... Punk remained restless all night. Being so very tired myself, I pretty much ignored her.
My mistake... I awakened yesterday to this gift in the living room. I have never had such a gift in my life either, so aromatic- and strewn about; (and thanked God that I have these retro linoleum tiles). AHA!, instead of being just restless and whiny, she was actually a bit sick... (As I was made to be also, cleaning up doggie-diarrhea 1st thing in the morning)!
Putting her outside then, (perhaps to finish what she had started) she ran out... and stopped only about 5 feet from the door- Looking toward the center lawn as I watched every single hair on her body stand straight up and out- (it occurs to me now that she looked quite like a 60 pound white Hallows Eve cat)... and then a few woofs... Waking her mother up in the kennel, I brought her back inside- (not caring to venture out and around the house in my pj's and go investigate). Inside, she began to bark as soon as Miss Milly had begun outside. Enough of this, and I told Punk to shush, and looked out the window... I saw nothing- Waited a few more minutes for Milly to quiet, and put Punk back out- watching her all the time... She did what she was supposed to have done earlier- outside even! Thus making my day very early in the AM.
And so it went that all my floors got a good scrubbing- Down on my hands and knees for a long time too. Punkie seems a lot better now, with me taking away all her bones and NO treats til I am sure her tummy is back to normal- (And that, my friends, could be for about 4 or 5 years)...
Trust. Hard to earn; even harder to retrieve once it has gone astray... Even for a 6 month old pup! (The 10 puppies are 6 months OLD today)!
Roberta came by yesterday too- and as we were getting ready to drive into town, I saw a mouse get into the house from the attached garage- I called Punk, and she went shooting right down into the basement after it. I wasn't about to bother with a little mouse, so into town we went- We met up with Jenne at a 2nd-hand store - Everybody got a little something, and we had so much fun that we drove all the way back across town and found yet another 2nd-hand store! Jenne had to pick up Isaiah and we all came back here. (And yes, I was a bit afraid to even walk into the entrance when I'd come home- not being sure if Miss Punk was all better or not)... Everything was A-OK though... My basement however was a bit worse for the wear, (and I imagine if she did find it and kill it that it will be a few days before my nose can actually find it and remove it). I shall put traps out in the garage too. Was going to do this last night already, but so tired once again, I hit the hay early, said my little prayers and completely just forgot about the rodent within...
Awakened then by this 'noise' coming from my dog in the middle of the night- (and worse, in the middle of a sweet dream)! I saw that she was stretching to even look out the bedroom window... Knowing that her deep growl HAD to mean something... I thought I should take a look... Blinking twice, there is a man standing right under the crabapple tree, just looking up at the window... (Word to the wise here: this is NOT a recommended way to wake up for a person that has anxiety attacks)... Punk frozen to the sill, still growling- and me, making a mental note as to where the gun is... And another mental note to myself then to locate my glasses...
Putting them on, then trying to think coherently and rational- to try to figure out who this person was that would be standing there at 2:45 in the morning, - (and WHY)?; I stole a glance out the other window... But upon seeing the drapes move, my guest took off running across the yard... And on all four legs... It was a huge buck! Just wanting to eat the bird seed from the feeder. And the way he had been standing, (with me, sans glasses), he appeared to only have two legs... Of course once he had run, I saw about 4 or 5 go through right after him... The apple and pear trees- and the rest- being so incredibly edible and so very attractive to these deer... They are welcomed to them- but I sure wish they wouldn't have to eat their breakfast at 2:45 in the AM...
What a way to wake up! ...Mice. Dogs. Babies... and DUMBBELLs! That would be me... and it's also my luck that it wasn't a man in my yard! Being more awake now i wonder why I thought I should find the gun? (Hindsight being 20/20, I should have run downstairs and brushed my teeth)!!!!
Have a wonderful day and Ta-Ta for now; I've got a rodent or two to hunt down! Mayhaps I should go hunting for a man; but am wondering if they are classified as rodents too?!?! just kidding!!!!
XOXO
Anne!
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