Little Boys Fit Where Dogs Can't Go

 

What kind of flower is this?
They are all over, blooming little spots of color!

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Good Morning All;
I have not blogged, and fear this might become a bit windy for you. (Sorry about that).

First, know that my back is much better than I had anticipated. Am very happy for that.

Punk is a bit ill.

"Peaked" as Mama would have called it.
We have an appointment with Dr. Spires for one this afternoon. A bit of a fever, very very tired all the time, and she barely wants to eat. (This, in direct contrast to yesterday morning as she'd kept begging for more food).
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As she had lay at the side of my chair on Monday morning; asleep and quiet, she had suddenly "ky~yiked" and all 110 pounds of her had shot straight up in the air!
As she had risen so quickly so I did too... hehehe

I believe she had been stung by this little guy who had met his death in quick order.
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Yes, this is the actual wasp that stung her.
(No, my floor is not that white)?!

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I do not think her little sickness is related to the sting, as she has been on Chlorphiniramine 3xday since February for her allergies. I shall know more this afternoon.

Memorial Weekend...

Sunday, even as predicted by the weatherman, was the absolute best day of the weekend.
I had company-
Namely, Casey and Greg, and Kelli and Tim

and,
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Master Gabriel too!

I took this shot of Miss Kelli and Master Gabriel as soon as she'd walked in!
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They are BOTH adorable if you ask me!

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When Casey, Greg, and Gabriel got here, the first thing he wanted was his trike!
(Gabriel, not Greg).
Maybe Greg wanted it too, but had to content himself to fixing the John Deere.
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Mama K has just gotten him a "Big Boy" Bike, and at home he isn't to ride the tricycle anymore. (He is partial to the trike because he can go faster on it). hehehe
I shall have to rectify that myself for here one of these days too.

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We played on the lawn for a bit- Chillier out there as that breeze was coming from the Northeast. Besides, Punk wasn't too big on sharing her green balls with Gabriel.
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Hey Grandma, Punk has BOTH balls in her mouth!

By the back door, it was so very warm. Gabriel's warm clothes didn't last long- Like the rest of us he sweats good.
So out came cooler clothes.

And the sunscreen...
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And he happily busied himself playing in the sand.
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He was laughing so hard at the cat (in the background).

Casey had brought Sputnik outside just moments before, securing him with a puppy collar and tying him to Punks cable. At that exact point, Sputty had just learned how far the cable went.
I heard the gasp, and noticed both Greg and Gabriels very serious faces. (While Grandma is laughing hysterically. How's that for compassion)?
As soon as they saw Sputty fighting with the puppy collar and the cable they both started to laugh too.
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Sput, not so much...

Imagine!
A cat with ZERO sense of humor.

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HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-!

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Later of course he also had to see how far that cable went the other way...

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Thinking maybe if he hissed at it that it might be very afraid and let him go!
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Meanwhile, Greg had gone in the house-
Tired of me whining about a drain that only works when it wants, he took to making the bathtub and the sink in there work right.

He'd had a bit of a seam problem with his jeans earlier. (To preserve his dignity, the picture is in black and white).
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Sheesh, I'd even lent him a few diaper pins so he wouldn't get hurt!

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Tim helped Greg out- My tub drains now! Thank you, Men!!!
Too funny that just yesterday Kelli said THEIR tub wouldn't drain now.
Must be contagious! hehehe

Time for Gabriel to get a push on the swing while supper was being thrown on the table.
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They had also tried the big swing...
Scary that, he swung a few times and thankfully supper was served.

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After chowing down, it was time to go back outside and play ball for a while.
Even the dogs wanted to play but kept losing their toys ...
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...where boys can fit, but dogs can't go.

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Miller tired of this all and found himself some shade by Casey's car.
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(He looked about as amused as the cat was earlier).

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Sorry dogs, but there is not a furkid in the world that can compare to any of my grandbabies.

We got Master Gabriel changed back into his other clothes, and we did try to remove the top 14 layers of dirt and sand.
I rather imagine he is still soaking in the tub at his home... hehehe

For me, and for now, I must close.
I am not even dressed yet, and I don't think The Animal Clinic would appreciate me showing up in my jammies.

Hope your weekend was as "wunnaful" and as nearly perfect as my own!

XOXO
Me

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Posted to my Y! 360, Wednesday May 27, 2009 - 11:12am (CDT)