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“Here’s a study,” says Admin, “that seems to show there’s no such thing as hypoallergenic dogs.”
“Like Bo Obama?” says Spence.
“Exactly.”
“Do you have any allergies?”
“Nope. You?”
“No.”
“We’re lucky.”
“But your mother did,” says Spence.
“She was allergic to all sorts of things – chicken, wine, flowers, perfume – and those were just some,” says Admin.
What’s this about? Bo Obama? Wonder what’s doing with him. Maybe they’ll get back to that. In the meantime, I may scratch behind my ear. Ah! Never a bad choice. Life is full of little pleasures.
Welcome Twister and Louise, Max and Morgan.
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9:28 am on July 13th, 2011
Good morning everyone. We have been wondering about Bo too. One of the Obama girls is allergic, so wonder how she is doing.
Barb is off today, so have yard work to do. Some cleanup after the storm. Heard there were 70 mph winds about 3 miles from here, but we have little damage, thank Dog. Out driving around we saw a lot of corn that is blown over sideways. Bad for the farmers. Chicago suburbs are still partially shut down where Barb’s kids live. Many are being told it will be Friday before power is on. Com Ed brought in an additional 200 crews from neighboring areas to help with repairs. Roads are closed, businesses are not open.
9:38 am on July 13th, 2011
Good morning!
Barb and Maggie: I hope your area gets cleaned up in a hurry. That was quite a storm. I’m glad you didn’t have extensive damage.
Off to the salt mines…
9:42 am on July 13th, 2011
Yes, Chet, Life is full is little pleasures.
A good thing to remember.
Good Morning Everyone.
Good Morning Barb&Magpie: Cleaning up after a wind storm seems to be an endless job. The trees, plants and crops never fare well. Seems as though the power has been out for quite a while, now reports of even longer. We know how that is. Everything comes to a virtual standstill. Life changes dramatically for us high tech sorts.
9:49 am on July 13th, 2011
Bear SPRIT Dog – I see they haven’t fixed your name yet. First you had to wait to be placed in the special FOTM place and now they can’t get your name right. What else can they do to you?
Did you get your book?
10:02 am on July 13th, 2011
MollyPop: My name – misspelled – I know..sigh. We’re almost half way through the month and it doesn’t look like it will be changed anytime soon. Staff says it’s Mike Baker’s fault. I just think whoever flubbed up was in such a hurry, after being so late…… Chet, could you put in a good word here?
The book came on Saturday. It is now sitting in it’s place of honor on my bookcase shelf.
10:03 am on July 13th, 2011
Good morning, everyone!
10:07 am on July 13th, 2011
Storm!… Last night we had a big crashing, banging lightning and thunder storm which lasted well past midnight….sneeze!… Well, someone here is deathly afraid of the thunder and lightning, I won’t mention names so as not to embarrass the guilty party, but she knows who she is…snuff!…. Well, I’ve been getting the evil-eye from her mother this morning as if I had anything to do with no one getting any sleep at all last night…huffle! …She wouldn’t even share her Zinger with me during our coffee break…sniff!
10:14 am on July 13th, 2011
For those that commented on the movie Skin, yesterday, we had not heard of it either. It was a small Indy film that was out in 2008. That is one of the things we love about Nexflix. We get to see films that we other wise wouldn’t have heard of. We researched Sandra Laing a little, and her story was sad and poignant. Fortunately the situation there in So. Africa has changed, but her life in the mid century was awful. First she had African features, second she was legally white. The situation there was worse than what we have dealth with in the last 50 years,IMO.
She was shunned by white society, of which she was forced to be a part. When she fell in love and left to be with a black man, she was breaking the law and was put in jail. Later she had 2 children with him, and the state could have taken her kids away, because it was illegal for her to be with them. Her father, a real asshole, who only loved her if she was white, would not give her her birth certificate, so she could get her race legally changed. She never saw him after she was 15 or 16. The movie is evidently a very accurate depictation of her life, very well done, but beyond sad. At least her life is OK today, at age 56.
10:17 am on July 13th, 2011
Allergies are no fun. Although there are no hypoallergenic breeds of dogs (or kats) there are some that are less troublesome than others – Bo, being such a breed. Long haired – not a good choice for obvious reasons. Our family had/has lots of allergies. Grandma was allergic to – of all things – dogs!
10:18 am on July 13th, 2011
Chet: You have exactly the right attitude! I have to read the article.
Good morning all.
10:35 am on July 13th, 2011
Rio: Yikes! Sounds like you had quite the night! I never could get it straight: Tornado Alert/Tornado Warning. Somehow the meaning always appears to be the opposite of what it actually is. The word Alert somehow quickly getting one’s attention for some reason…..
11:02 am on July 13th, 2011
Goodness Dog, You guys have had some weather!
HHH here (Hazy Hot and Humid) Not as bad, though, as those of you Maryland and south!
The Pool is ready for the Pool People! Only 6 inches of water remain. I am really good. If anyone wants to know how to drain a pool, I’m your gal!
The hoses are hooked back up to the faucets, a heavy duty electrical cord is down at Pool side, do I know how to get things ready or what!
Things from last night. I had a list, can’t remember them. I do remember “ergo” snicker! Where else would you read that on a blog? Well, maybe B. Stover’s.
Resting up now so I can go talk to these people. Zoë is under the weather.
11:03 am on July 13th, 2011
Oh, I remember one of the items. Macy and her sunny tummy!! The Pack says that sounds great and they like to do that when there is snow on the ground.
Right now, it’s fan tummies!
11:10 am on July 13th, 2011
Melanie:
Others have said it
And it is so true
How do you ever
Accomplish all
the things
You do?
11:24 am on July 13th, 2011
Poems!…Are we writing poems again?…snort!snort!
11:35 am on July 13th, 2011
Masquers:
It might sound
as if I get things done.
But most of my time
Is spent trying to remember
Where I put things down!
11:39 am on July 13th, 2011
The summer is galloping by! Here it is, already the middle of July, the midpoint of the season and the year. Sad to say, but soon we will all be complaining about sleet and snow as the cold winds blow. Brrr! (Hope this helps to cool some of youse off.snicker)
11:43 am on July 13th, 2011
Haiku!…snort!
Bidding is over
Money is streaming in fast
Wookie gets to rest
11:53 am on July 13th, 2011
Try terza rima folks.
Have to run errands.
11:55 am on July 13th, 2011
Riö has been named
An Honorary Uncle
A Gift forever
11:57 am on July 13th, 2011
Looked up terza rima . . .
chain rhyme in the pattern A-B-A, B-C-B, C-D-C, D-E-D
I’ll have to think on that . . .
12:29 pm on July 13th, 2011
Buddy & T.C., We are very curious. You never explained the heroic status of Meashka yesterday. What did she do that made your mom so proud? Siber-H and all of us want to know!
1:00 pm on July 13th, 2011
Definitely need to know why Meashka was a hero.
Perhaps when we know someone can write a terza rima for her!
1:01 pm on July 13th, 2011
Terza!…Rima!…It took me a little while to see what has to happen with that kind of poem…sniff!…I will have to see if I can come up with one in my spare time…heh! snort!
1:02 pm on July 13th, 2011
Heh! Leave it to our resident professor to leave us in a state of perplexity while she goes off to run errands. We did find an example of tercets and terza rima in Alfred, Lord Tennyson’s The Eagle:
He clasps the crag with crooked hands:
close to the sun it lonely lands
Ringed with the azure world, it stands
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls
1:03 pm on July 13th, 2011
Dante used terza rima in the entire Divine Comedy. Of course, it’s easier in Italian since they have more words that rhyme. Here’s an example from Canto V of The Inferno, translated by Dorothy Sayers. It’s Francesca explaining why she and Paolo, her lover, are in hell. They were murdered by Francesca’s husband (Paolo’s brother) when he caught them:
“‘Love, that so soon takes hold in the gentle breast,
Took this lad with the lovely body they tore
From me; the way of it leaves me still distrest.
Love, that to no loved heart remits love’s score,
Took me with such great joy of him, that see!
It holds me yet and never shall leave me more.
Love to a single death brought him and me;
Cain’s place lies waiting for our murderer now.’
These words came wafted to us plaintively.”
1:06 pm on July 13th, 2011
In Dante’s scheme, the punishment fits the crime. Paolo and Franesca are being punished by always being together but never being able to touch.
1:13 pm on July 13th, 2011
The rhyme scheme in terza rima is aba, bcb, cdc, and so forth. Tennyson’s Eagle is not terza rima….thought it’s lovely.
Here’s the link to the Wikipedia article on terza rima:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Terza_rima
1:25 pm on July 13th, 2011
Here’s the Wikipedia article on Rodin’s Gates of Hell. He depicts Paolo and Francesca. I saw them when I was in Paris…wonderful! (And I’ll stop now.)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Gates_of_Hell
1:27 pm on July 13th, 2011
Bee: I see what you mean. The poem by Tennyson appears to be tercet form, not terza rima – a seemly more different rhyming technique.
1:28 pm on July 13th, 2011
that’s “difficult” not different
1:46 pm on July 13th, 2011
The Pool guys have left
New pump and filter are huge
Clear pool water soon
1:53 pm on July 13th, 2011
Barb is totally out in left field when it comes to poetry. She is a numbers gal. Is that right brained? She appreciates poetry but could never write it. I think generally financial people are like that.
2:00 pm on July 13th, 2011
B&M: I too, know not of which I speak.
2:21 pm on July 13th, 2011
Excerpt!….This is an excerpt from a hilarious book I’ve been reading…snort! … You may remember a while back I asked Rebeccer if AJ read Patrick McManus…sniff!…Well, they both know about this character, he writes for “Field & Stream” and “Sports Illustrated.” Someone along the way talked him into writing a book or two….chorkel!…This is from his first book called,” A Fine and Pleasant Misery” where he is relating an experience he had photographing some wildlife …heh!heh!
***
When at last I came ploughing out of the forest and onto the landing strip, the helicopter was still there but the pilot was nowhere to be seen. The only person around was a grizzled old packer, sitting on a log and staring at the helicopter.
“Dang things weren’t meant to fly,” he said to me, nodding at the chopper. “Man has to be a crazy fool to fly around these mountains in one of them eggbeaters. Give me a good mule any day.”
“Don’t say things like that,” I told him, “because I’ve got to go fly in that eggbeater.”
“So you’re the feller,” he said. “Well, let’s git on with it then, ‘cause I’m the pilot.”
****
In a second we came zooming up over the top of the cliff, where Lefty cut a sporty little figure eight and set us down on the mountain peak. He wet his finger and marked up an invisible score in the air. “St. Christopher 685, Death 0.”
What, you have probably asked, could have prompted me to risk life, limb, and my meager breakfast to soar up to this barren windblown pinnacle of rocks? The answer is that I was there to photograph a mountain-goat-trapping expedition. The Idaho Fish and Game department was capturing goats, ferrying them off the mountain via helicopter, and transplanting them in a goatless area of the state. The action went like this: a goat would be lured into a net trap, then two Fish and Game men would jump on him, wrestle him to the ground, and give him a shot of tranquilizer to calm him down. The goat, for his part, would try to tap dance on the heads of his molesters while simultaneously trying to spindle them on his horns. There would be this ball of furious activity, consisting of legs, arms, eyes, hooves, horns, bleats, bellow, grunts and curses, until one of the F and G men would shout, “Quick, the tranquilizer!”
A hypodermic needle would flash amid the tangle of goat and men. “Got it! How’s that?”
“Great,” the other man would say. “Now let’s see if you can get the next one in the goat.”
****
Poetry!…Back to poetry!…snort!…Although, McManus is a poet unto himself…heh!snort!heh!
2:22 pm on July 13th, 2011
Poetry like music involves numbers. Iambic meter for example…unstressed syllable followed by a stressed syllable. It’s the closest meter to English speech patterns which is why Shakespeare used it often.
2:28 pm on July 13th, 2011
That’s wonderful Rio! And I love the title.
2:37 pm on July 13th, 2011
Title!… The book is filled with short hilarious stories which we are led to believe are true…snort!… The title of this goat story is “Mountain Goats Never Say ‘Cheese!’ ”….chorkel!… This is where I stopped reading today so I have no idea if he gets the photo or not….heh!heh!
3:09 pm on July 13th, 2011
Excerpts!…Would you like to read some excerpts about camping out and cooking over the campfire…heh!heh!chorkel!
3:19 pm on July 13th, 2011
Yep, I would. I think that must be a very funny book. I enjoyed the goat story.
3:28 pm on July 13th, 2011
I just looked McManus up on Amazon. He has written quite a few books that have gotten good reviews from the customers.
3:54 pm on July 13th, 2011
Excerpt!…. On Camping ! Just for SiberH!…snort!heh!snort!
Half the fun of camping in those days was looking forward to getting back home. When you did get back home you prolonged the enjoyment of your trip by telling all your friends how miserable you had been. The more you talked about the miseries of life in the woods, the more you wanted to get back out there and start suffering again. Camping was a fine and pleasant misery.
A source of much misery in old-fashioned camping was the campfire, a primitive contrivance since replaced by gas stoves and propane heaters. It is a well known fact that your run-of-the-mill imbecile can casually flick a soggy cigar but out of a car window and burn down half a national forest. The campfire, on the other hand, was a perverse thing that you could never get started when you needed it most. If you had just fallen in an icy stream or were hopping around bare-footed on frosted ground (uncommon now but routine then), you could not ignite the average campfire with a bushel of dry tinder and a blowtorch.
The campfire was of two basic kinds: The Smudge and the Inferno. The Smudge was what you used when you were desperately in need of heat. By hovering over the Smudge the camper could usually manage to thaw ice from his hands before being kippered to death. Even if the Smudge did burst into a decent blaze, there was no such thing as warming up gradually. One moment the ice on your pants would show slight signs of melting and the next the hair on your legs was going up in smoke. Many’s the time I’ve seen a blue and shivering man hunched over a crackling blaze suddenly ejuect from his boots and pants with a loud yell and go bounding about in the snow, the front half of him the color of boiled lobster, the back half still blue.
The Inferno was what you always used for cooking. Experts on camp cooking claimed you were supposed to cook over something called “a bed of glowing coals.” But what everyone cooked over was the Inferno. The “bed of glowing coals” was a fiction concocted by experts on camp cooking. Nevertheless the camp cook was frequently pictured, by artists who should have known better, as a tranquil man hunkered down by a bed of glowing coals, turning plump trout in the frying pan with the blade of his hunting knife. In reality the camp cook was a wildly distraught individual who charged through waves of heat and speared savagely with a long sharp stick at a burning hunk of meat he had tossed on the grill from a distance of twenty feet.
The rollicking old fireside songs originated in the efforts of other campers to drown out the language of the cook and prevent it from reaching the ears of little children. Meat roasted over a campfire was either raw or extra well done, but the cook usually came out medium rare.
4:08 pm on July 13th, 2011
Thanks, Rio. That is funny, and there is a lot of truth in it. Trout!!!
It made me hungry.
4:10 pm on July 13th, 2011
Inferno!…Someone here trie to cook hotdogs on the Inferno just last weekend…heh!heh!…She never learns…
4:10 pm on July 13th, 2011
Rio: The goat story is hilarious! We would love to hear more stories. Our kind of humor!
4:22 pm on July 13th, 2011
Campfires! Ditto to starting coals on a grill and a fire in the fireplace. McMannus is now at the top of our list of books and writers.
4:44 pm on July 13th, 2011
I’ve been running more errands. I wonder how one is “kippered to death.” A fine and pleasant misery….wonderful! Love the reason for the campfire songs! (Whispering: I’ve always hated camping.)
Thank you Rio.
4:47 pm on July 13th, 2011
Very funny. Every person who has ever attempted camping or cooking over a campfire will find those stories a hoot. Thanks Rio, the Original.
4:56 pm on July 13th, 2011
McManus!…. As a boy he would hung out with an old guy by the name of Rancid Crabtree…snort!…The stories about Rancid are really hilarious….sniff!… I had to rub my face on the rug because I was crying so hard from laughing – and I never laugh….wuffle! …Then there are the stories about his dog, Strange….hooo!snort!
5:11 pm on July 13th, 2011
Gosh Rio that book sounds really fun. I will have to go look for it.
Speaking of old funny books has anyone here ever read the Mary Lasswell books about 3 elderly ladies who band together (with their handyman, Old Timer)during WW2?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Lasswell_Smith
I just LOVE those books.
5:17 pm on July 13th, 2011
Thank you Chet!!!
5:23 pm on July 13th, 2011
One of the three ladies (Mrs Rasmussen) is a superb cook and an amazing penny pincher. She always manages to save enough money to afford some beer with the meal.
True story,
One day, 30 or so years ago, I was brooding over a real deal in meat at the grocery store. I muttered to myself “I bet Mrs. Rasmussen would buy this”. An older voice piped up next to me “Do you know Mrs. Rasmussen?” After we figured out that we were both Lasswell fans, we became good friends. The lady in the store was at least 30 years older than me, but we had the same ‘friends’ in the Lasswell books.
Sort of like the friends on this blog. Also brought together by books.
5:24 pm on July 13th, 2011
Bear is now a spirit instead of a sprit.
Thank Dog and Chet too.
5:28 pm on July 13th, 2011
Excerpt!… This is from a story called, “The Mountain Man”….chorkel!
My chief career ambition as a youngster was to be a mountain man, but somehow it never worked out. I’m not sure why.
One problem was my family. They were dead set against the idea of my going into the fur trade, and never passed up an opportunity to point out the drawbacks of the profession.
My grandmother had actually known some real mountain men back in the old days, but she had never taken a liking to them. She said they drank and swore and spit tobacco and never took baths and fought and bragged and lied all the time. I don’t recall, however, that she ever mentioned what was bad about them.
***
I was all for leaving school and getting started in the fur trade as soon as possible, but my mother wouldn’t hear of it. She said I would have to wait until I was through the third grade or reached the age of eighteen, whichever came first. “It’s the law, “ she would say. The suggestion was put forth that we might find a loophole in the law if we looked hard enough, but Mom said she didn’t think it was proper for a third-grade teacher to be putting forth suggestions like that.
My older sister, who liked to boast that she knew how to turn small boys into frogs and offered me as evidence, was always there to put in her oar and rile the waters of argument.
“You can’t be a mountain man,” she would say. “You’re afraid of the dark.”
Well, I certainly didn’t see how she knew so much about what mountain men were afraid of and what they weren’t. There were probably plenty of mountain men who were afraid of the dark, even though the length of their expeditions into the wilderness may have been somewhat limited by the handicap. One could easily imagine a grizzled old trapper asking, “Any sign of beaver a half-day’s ride from the fort?”
5:30 pm on July 13th, 2011
Need some good thoughts and prayers going up for The Royals’ Mum. She is back for the ER. Sleeping now. Probably won’t talk to her until tomorrow.
5:38 pm on July 13th, 2011
Melanie!…What the hell happened to her?…snort!…Did I miss a post about the accident?…grunt!
5:39 pm on July 13th, 2011
Melanie – What? What?
5:45 pm on July 13th, 2011
Thoughtsandprayersontheway.
5:55 pm on July 13th, 2011
Melanie? What?? I am very concerned. Good thoughts and prayers going her way.
6:01 pm on July 13th, 2011
Oh No,
All our best for T&G’s Mom. Let us know what happened when you have the time.
6:07 pm on July 13th, 2011
T&G’s dad was very tired. They had to go to the ER at 5 am and just got back.
They are not sure what is going on at this point. She is having back pain.
I’ll talk to her tomorrow and send on your prayers and thoughts to her.
6:17 pm on July 13th, 2011
Melanie: Please let T&G’s mom know that I’m thinking of her. I hope they find out what the problem is and fix it. Is she back at home now?
6:48 pm on July 13th, 2011
I really hope T&G’s mom is okay. Sending prayers, good wishes, and hugs her way.
I just stopped by quickly to share a really great story about two labs (mom and son):
http://www.myfoxphoenix.com/dpps/news/pets/seeing-bark-buddy-helps-blind-labrador-jul-11-2011_14082468
7:08 pm on July 13th, 2011
My sister just recommended “The Physick book of Deliverance Dane” by Katherine Howe. Zoë has just put in on her Kindle.
I did look up Mary Lasswell’s books. They are not on Kindle at this point. They look very good.
7:09 pm on July 13th, 2011
Melanie: We just heard! Our Heartfelt Prayers and Good Thoughts go out to the Royal Mum. Waiting to hear Good News.
7:09 pm on July 13th, 2011
Hello Fellow Plunderers, Buddy here.
Sorry that I piqued your interest last night and then disappeared. It was way past my bedtime and I fell sound asleep again.
I asked the Howlers why Mom and Pop are calling Meashka a Heroine. Here is the story they told me (promise not to get grossed out if you don’t live in the country with all sorts of critters around?)
A rat moved into a hole behind bushes next to the house. His hole was about 4 ft from a bird feeder and he would run out to eat bird feed and if any movements were made, he’d dash back to his hole. This was freaking Mom out and she was afraid to walk her garden path past the spot. None of the Howlers seemed to take notice of the rat though. And not much chance they could catch something that fast when he was less than 4 feet from safety at all times.
Last evening, Mom had to step into the bushes next to it to turn off the propane, which terrified her. Who knows … Maybe Meashka took note of her terror. A few minutes later, Mom & Pop looked over from the patio table and saw her grab something and toss it in the air a couple of times. There were squeaks for awhile. She made sure it died. Then backed up and laid there awaiting Mom & Pop’s approval. It was unbelievable how fast she moved. Pop is still in shock, and Mom is in awe. There were Frosty Paws around!
7:13 pm on July 13th, 2011
Melanie, what happened to T&G’s mum? You say her back is hurting, but we must have missed something (well, we know we did…Mom was away at the office all day til now). How did that happen? Was there an accident?
We liked the story about the Seeing Eye pup and his mom.
7:23 pm on July 13th, 2011
I don’t know what happened yet. T&G’s dad was very tired and their mum is sleeping for the first time since yesterday. As I hear more I will let you know . . .
More power to Meashka!
7:23 pm on July 13th, 2011
O.Howlers; Thank you for filling us in on the rest of Buddy’s story from last night. We’re not grossed out, but “someone” here feels sorry for the mouse. There’s no accounting for taste.
Good story about the Labs, Rose.
7:27 pm on July 13th, 2011
Masquers, tell Bear that this was most definitely NOT a mouse…T.C. gets them all the time. This was a BIG farm rat. and it was living in a hole against the outside of our house! Mom says it would have bested me!
Of course I wouldn’t know how to kill even a mouse.
7:28 pm on July 13th, 2011
Joining in a big group hug for T&G’s mum and adding healing thoughts and prayers for her quick recovery.
7:30 pm on July 13th, 2011
Big hugs from us too. We will be thinking and praying.
7:56 pm on July 13th, 2011
Just heard from the Royals’ Mum! She is having the back spasm from hell. It is located deep in the muscles right next to and under the cervical spine area.
She is in a LOT of PAIN! Should pass in a couple of days.
Whew . . . All her blood tests and scans are normal.
She thanks everyone for their thoughts and prayers.
8:01 pm on July 13th, 2011
Melanie: Thank you for the update! Muscle spasm are the worst. I can feel it from here. Good news that all the tests came out okay.
8:04 pm on July 13th, 2011
Thank Melanie, I feel better now, but I know the Royal’s Mum is hurting. Husky Hugs from me to her as soon as her back feels better. I hope they gave her “stuff” for it
8:07 pm on July 13th, 2011
Thank you Melanie. The doctors should be able to give Royal’s mum something for the pain.
8:11 pm on July 13th, 2011
Meashka, What a girl!!! I’m really proud of her!!
8:17 pm on July 13th, 2011
Here is a Good Night Story for her and all of you.
Why we dream
“Why do we dream?” asked the blue butterfly girl, looking around the circle of animals she had invited to her tea party by the garden gate.
“You dream so we can always be together,” said Bear, without hesitation. “You dream so you will always have a friend.”
“You dream so you can see,” said Hawk. His golden eyes flashed.
“You dream so you can learn to be brave like me,” said Lion.
“Nonsense,” said Mr. Fox. “You dream so you can tell stories about me.”
“Grandfather,” the girl looked into the tea water. “Why do we dream?”
Grandfather Teller’s voice bubbled like a pot about to boil. “You dream because humans are the animals that tell stories about all the others.”
8:26 pm on July 13th, 2011
Rio, That’s a funny Mountain Man story. Mom said she would look for some of his books for me.
Rose, Thanks for the link about the Labs. They are such nice dogs except for the one that attacked Barb’s son.
Bear, That’s a perfect bedtime story.
8:53 pm on July 13th, 2011
Melanie. Thanks for the updates about T & G’s mom. We had a busy day here
(I’ll report on that some other time) and missed all the news about her. Hopefully the doctors will be able to help her with some muscle relaxants and pain mess. Please let her know that everyone here in Chevy Chase is saying prayers for her. Wookie
9:07 pm on July 13th, 2011
Story!…I don’t get the Bear Story …grunt!… I dream about baseball and catching balls…sniff!…She says my legs move more in my sleep than they do all day long…heh!heh!…I don’t believe that. What a story…sniff!
9:09 pm on July 13th, 2011
Thanks for the update on T&G’s mum. So sad that she has to go thru this pain. Hopefully lots of positive energy from all of us could help to dissipate it.
Thanks for the story, Bear. Perfectly Dreamy. Altho when we dream, there is a lot of action and movement happening! As you can imagine.
Time for us to eat (finally). And then we are off to bed. Goodnight all.
9:11 pm on July 13th, 2011
Good night all.
9:12 pm on July 13th, 2011
Oh! We forgot! Speaking of labs, our Chocolate Lab cousin is coming to visit for the weekend, along with her boy (who’s not such a boy anymore) and his girlfriend. O boy O boy O boy !
9:13 pm on July 13th, 2011
Sniff and Snort Riö my dear!
I think your dreams sound great!
My best(est) dreams come in two dreamy flavors.
First: Flying. . . I start running, leap, and I’m in the air. It is beautiful though I do have to be careful of electrical and telephone wires.
Second: Finding extra rooms . . . I will be in a place that I know and all of a sudden find a door that leads to another whole set of rooms.
Soooo, on those thoughts I’m off to bed. Hope I don’t get Riö’s dreams, nor he mine!
TTFN
9:19 pm on July 13th, 2011
Spasm!….Sounds like someone has been working at her clay way too much…snort!…My friend says, bending over using your arms for hours and hours can cause the lower back to be stressed….sniff!…Well, now the mum will have to stay away from the Clay for a few days, or weeks…wuffle!….Back spasms are very painful, very painful indeed…grunt! …I sure hope she feels better real soon…snuffle!
9:21 pm on July 13th, 2011
Melanie: I also thank you for the updates on T&G’s mum. I hope the doctor’s gave her some good medicine. My healthy pain-free thoughts are being sent.
Rio: I laughed and laughed at your McManus excerpts, especially the campfire one. I too was cooking hot dogs over an inferno last week. Heh.
Meashka: Good job. Have you been hanging out with Maggie the Ratter?
9:32 pm on July 13th, 2011
Meashka!… That was an awesome story about you taking out Ratso…heh!…What a gal, what a Super-Siber-Gal…snort! …I wander if SiberH has ever killed a Ratso to protect his gal…sniff! ….Somehow, I don’t think so….
9:37 pm on July 13th, 2011
Staff!… I showed my friend you post about the three old ladies who like beer and she said she would be reading those books very soon…heh!heh!…Nothing like a good beer to bring friends together over books, says I….sniff!
9:56 pm on July 13th, 2011
Rio, Small game is the Siber girls job. Siber guys go after the big game.
Mom has killed a rattlesnake before so I am sure she could eliminate a rat.
Meashka reminds me of my dear friend, Molly the Husky, except I don’t think Meashka is as ornery and bossy as Molly.
Molly would have eaten the rat.
10:08 pm on July 13th, 2011
Molly!….Gag! Eaten a Ratso?…guh!…SiberH, wasn’t it something Molly ate that made her sick and have to be in the hospital?…grunt!…Lets just hope Mesha never meets Molly..sniff!
10:22 pm on July 13th, 2011
Yes, it was something Molly ate that sent her to the hospital.
Molly will steal a whole loaf of bread off the counter, carry it through two doggie doors, and bury it in the backyard just for the fun of it. She would never eat the bread, but she can’t seem to resist wildlife. She is a great hunter just like Meashka.
I think Meashka has more common sense than Molly, but they are both the redheaded Siber girls.
10:23 pm on July 13th, 2011
Rio, if you can find them those books are a hoot! I know you will enjoy them.
Hey Mr.Husky, I heard a radio ad for Geico insurance (I think) that had the husky who says “I love you” on it. It made me laugh and think of you and the OleyHowlers.
I am going to try to go to bed early tonight. Good feeling wishes to the Royal’s Mum.
10:27 pm on July 13th, 2011
Baseball….snuff!…Well we are reduced to watching a guy make cakes on Staton Island because it is the baseball break…grump!…She is so tired after last night and all the storms that we may be heading off to bed soon…sniff!…I slept most of the day after all the noise she made last night during that storm, so I feel fine..wuffle!… I wish Alice would show up and spar with me at some point this summer. What the hell does that Kat do all day anyways?..snort!
10:36 pm on July 13th, 2011
I’ll be very glad to return to the Rockies games. It seems as if it has been forever.
I sure hope the Royal’s Mum is resting comfortably and that she will be feeling tip-top soon.
Good Night Everyone
10:37 pm on July 13th, 2011
Melanie, Thank you for the update on T & G’s mum. She needs to take it easy for awhile when she gets home. She gave us quite a scare today.
I Maggie, personally loved the rat story. Paws up, girl! I sort of hate to mention this, so maybe you don’t want to tell your mom, but rats usually do not travel alone. I killed close to 30 here before it was all over. Barb thinks it was 2 sets of parents and 2 litters. That was not all at once, of course, more like over several months. We don’t have them under the coop any more, so I was getting a vicarious thrill from reading your story.
10:43 pm on July 13th, 2011
Two more things, then off to bed: first of all I never ate any of the rats either. Yuck!
Second, we saw that husky that says I love you. It was a few months ago on Utube.
10:47 pm on July 13th, 2011
SiberH!…How did we survive the Winter?…yeep!…To horrible to even think about right now. Lets just get thru the summer break…gasp!wheeze!
11:10 pm on July 13th, 2011
Cakes!…har!har!…Well, now we have to watch the next episode of Staten Island Cakes (not tonight!) because there is a Pug featured…heh!…She can’t resist both cake and pug together at the same time, that’s for sure….snorkel!…Me neither! Heh!…
Sniff!….Goodnight all youse guys! We here will be saying prayers for the Corgies Mum…sniffle!…She is a very special gal and we hate to think of her in pain. We hope she is resting comfortably in a drug induced state, maybe even sleeping peacefully now…snuff!…Hopefully, Melanie will update us tomorrow. Maybe the Mum will feel well enough to read the funny Excerpts posted today…snort!… I sure hope so. They might make her smile….heh!
12:17 am on July 14th, 2011
Meashka, 3 paws up here! Annie dreams of someday catching anything bigger than a gecko. Belle says live and let live, except for rats, and I am glad that there are those who take care of the nasties so I do not have to.
12:20 am on July 14th, 2011
Big slurpy kisses to the Corgi’s mom. Pain in the back is a pain in the @$$. Mom thought she was having a heart attack this afternoon. Dad said for her to take a deep breath and call him back if she stopped breathing. That would have been something to see. I am not sure if I am current on my CPR.
12:30 am on July 14th, 2011
Oh Macy, That sounds funny from here, but I can’t imagine it was a fun time. I am glad you are still breathing!
Good night all. (I snuck back for a peek before going to bed)