Doggie Palace, Day 1–Share Your World, 2015, Week # 41
Okay, for those (like me) new to Cee’s “Share Your World” Challenge, I first have to answer four questions and then tell you what I’m grateful for this week.
First, my answers: 1) I like rhythm and blues. 2)The worst thing I ate this week was an appetizer that ended up having tuna in it. Yech. Hate fish!!! 3) I would like to be famous for writing or art or both—simply because it means I did a good job. They are both nice ways to be famous because no one really knows what you look like so you can be anonymous and noted at the same time. 4) What this sandwich could really use? Some barbecue sauce!!! (I’d eat the stuff on ice cream if no one were looking.) And 5) the thing I am grateful for this week is all the fault of this little dog:
If you’ve been following my blog for long, you already know Morrie. He is famous and infamous by turns, but his most current claim to fame is that he has expanded my dog family beyond the limits of my house. Since his proclivity for chewing–shoes, cords, toilet paper, furniture, crayons and books as well as anything vaguely edible, means one more large sleeping cage, and since all three dogs now have to sleep inside, thanks to the nightly barking chorus Morrie has augmented tenfold, it has become necessary to add a room to my house. There simply isn’t room to pass two large cages in the hall. (Diego was crate trained and must be in a cage with door locked to sleep, by his own preference, and Morrie can’t be trusted out and about. Frida is the only one who sleeps unconfined, except by her large cushy bed which is presently in the guest bathroom.)
This is Chino, the builder, showing me where the overhang of the new canine quarters will end.
This is his son, Merced, and Guillermo, the other brawn of this project, and Diego, who will function as ladder quality control. I see evidence of his inspection on the stones of the patio beneath it!
Here is Merced, using hand tools and plenty of muscle to cut through the stone and concrete of the patio to open up room for the foundation.
And here he is showing the water pipe that was burst within the first hour of labor this morning. Much activity as we tried to get the water turned off, called Pasiano who came to turn it off, called Chino who called a plumber who came this afternoon. So now you know the answer to why I brushed my teeth with Coca Cola this morning.

Merced and Guillermo. I tried to get them to set up an umbrella, but they insisted laboring in bright sunlight is no problem!
So, I’m about to go celebrate Canadian Thanksgiving with friends. What a perfect ending for Cee’s final question of what I’m grateful for. I’m grateful for Merced and Guillermo and all these pesky dogs who are soon to be housed in a place I won’t easily trip over them. And for the pesky dogs and all of you who furnish an audience for my complaints and thanks alike!
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You let a Scottie into your life … and everything changes. They have a way about them. Bonnie holds meetings with the other dogs. She doesn’t boss the other dogs around, yet they follow her lead. Well, Bishop would probably follow her into hell and back, but he’s such a fan dog. A whole room. I have to tell Garry. he will be impressed 🙂
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I can’t decide whether Morrie or Diego is boss. Morrie hounds him to play–rough–and is always the one to go on his back. But then he jumps up into the deck chair and then springs down on Diego. He growls and barks fiercely, chasing him, then they switch places. Diego protects him, getting between Morrie and Frida, the biggest and oldest, when she gets cranky. If he detects Morrie needs to pee, Diego barks for me to let them out of their cages at night and takes him down to the garden to pee. Morrie wants to sleep right next to Diego. Would go into his cage with him if he’d let him. They are great friends. Only way I can get Morrie to do anything is to give him little pieces of dog biscuit. I break them up as small as possible. All three dogs are on different diets now, so with the cat, that’s four different meals twice a day. Oh, a mother’s work is never done! It’s made a difference, though.
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We talked with Bonnie and she denies being in touch with Morrie. She assures us that she has NOT been texting or IM-ing or chatting on FB. She says she is INNOCENT and it was all Morrie’s idea. I have to tell you, however, that she lies like a dog. I’m sure she’s been using my laptop at night, but I can’t prove it. Yet.
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Better not show her this cheesecake photo of Morrie. He’s looking pretty good in it! His toy is the one he had in shreds in about 15 minutes a month or two ago. For some reason this part has lasted in spite of Morrie and Diego using it for tug-of-wars. I don’t think Morrie has ever seen a dog like himself. He thinks he is unique.
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They all think they are unique. Scotties do NOT suffer from a lack of self-esteem.
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Why is that remodeling projects always have a surprise thrown in. A broken water pipe must have really been exciting, and not in a good way. Dogs and their differing personalities all trying to co-exist makes life exciting. Your little Scottie looks so innocent. I know, looks aren’t everything.
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He’s a sweetie. I just haven’t learned all the rules yet, but I’ll catch on.
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He is such a sweetie. I just haven’t learned all the rules yet. I’ll catch on.
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The things we do for our four-footed children! Bet that’s going to cost you a pretty penny! Peso? I wait with great anticipation for the reveal!
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Sigh. Yes. But probably not as much as it would in the states. Everything is concrete and stone here, though, so lots of labor.
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And of course they’d all be perfectly happy just to sleep with me! I’m the one creating all the fuss. Sorry, kids, but mom’s allergic.
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Oh the hassles of construction. Thanks Judy for sharing this week. I feel totally honored. 😀 Loved your photos too.
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