When I tried to get in a little quiet time in the hot tub before a very busy day, the doggies joined me. Morrie tried to join in but then deserted for a little Zen time of his own.
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The Rest of the (Second) Story
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When I sent my neighbor David a thank-you for sending me the photos of Coco and Zoe on the roof—naughty kids—because their mom and Yolanda forgot to shut the gate up the stairs, he shot back this answer, which I didn’t receive until this morning:
“HECK, WAIT! There’s more. . . . and then there’s Morrie! With some prodding, he got the nerve, too . . . and joined the rooftop party!
Above are the photos I had missed last night as they hadn’t yet downloaded. If you missed yesterday’s post, HERE are the photos of Coco and Zoe he’d sent.
The Evidence
What happens when you leave an unprotected bag of Cheetos lying around at my house?
After:
If you want a hint of how that turned-inside-out and licked clean (but formerly half-full) Cheetos bag might have wound up in the pool, check out the post linked below:
And here is evidence of previous infractions:
Holy Tearer (For Forgottenman, who requested another Zoe post)
And, for a survey course in Zoe terrorism, check out this last blog:
Finally found my glasses!
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Photogray, progressive lenses. So far my little darling Zoe has destroyed $1200 worth of glasses. Found these hanging on a bush. I’ve been looking for them for two weeks.
Life with Dogs, Déjà Vu for Sunday Whirl Wordle 589
Déjà vu. For some reason these prompt words for the Sunday Whirl Wordle 589 led me into a restatement of a blog I wrote 14 hours ago in what felt like the late hours of yesterday but what were really the early hours of today. It was to me as though I’d only thought it before and not written it down. It was only after I’d written this and reread the earlier blog that I realized I’d told the same story twice in different words. These are the prompt words you’ll find repeated below in the story: lockdown watch danger hunt challenge glass flesh gathering disrupt murder craft cut
Life with Dogs
Well after lockdown, my sentinels are watchful for any signs of danger. Even after their eyes close and their flesh surrenders to sleep, their ears hunt for signs of murder, mayhem or possums. I am fully awake minutes after their last return from a wild charge out the space left by the sliding glass door which I have left open the width of the security bars so they can exit as needed, not to meet the challenge of intruders, but rather to execute those calls of nature which I am most sympathetic with, being of that age when at the least one or two calls of nature disrupt my sleep nightly.
Darkness gathers me into its arms as I close my eyes once more and finally find a position comfortable enough to remain in for the remainder of the night when once again, Zoe’s loud high sliding crescendo of a bark cuts through the darkness, her claws cutting into my stomach as she uses it for a launching pad off the bed and out the door. These are the movements of a gymnast performing her high leaps with seemingly no effort—more an art than a craft—and my ears strain to hear any noise of combat, any running feet or crashing through the bushes and over the wall. Instead I hear one high keening scream, quickly cut off. It is a sound I’ve never heard before and I imagine some small creature giving voice to its death protest or a possum giving a squeal of warning , but the dog is back again so quickly that I can’t imagine any combat has occurred.
Another past-midnight mystery of life with dogs. I roll over on my left side to reach over the side of the bed and lift Zoe up for the third time this evening, and when I do, Coco crawls into the warm spot I have left. Rolling back to the right again, I push hard against her to reclaim my space and Zoe moves into the space that I make on the left side as I do so, then walks with no guilt over my breast an stomach to settle herself into the cleft between my legs. I move them apart slightly to settle some of her weight onto the mattress and try to settle myself back to sleep.
Puppy Antics
Tussling with Yolanda
Discovering toilet paper. Guess who?
ingesting Mom’s favorite Trahumara basket
Zoe goes after Jesus’s socks
Then his shoe
Bye-bye Forgottenman’s childhood photo
Shredding the handmade basket Mom made
Mom’s? Zoe’s coasters
Puppy Antics
With her instinct for mischief, my puppy is remarkable.
Every falling leaf to her is an occasion barkable.
Her sister and her brother and sometimes even me
are all her dupes as any looker-on can clearly see.
She steals her brother’s food and he just lets her be,
his look displaying an expression of futility.
She steals Yolanda’s dusting rags to stage a tug-of-war,
then drags her mop when she’s not looking, clear across the floor.
She must reconnoiter each bare ankle that walks by.
First she licks it wet , but if you wait, she’ll lick it dry.
Then she’ll tug your pants cuff or masticate your shoe,
investigating with her tongue each tasty part of you.
She’s ripped to shreds four pairs of pants, my duvet and my tote,
my tarahumara basket, a two-hundred peso note,
the corners of two cabinets and my poetic papers.
No exposed object’s sacrosanct from her destructive capers.
But when I lock her in her pen for moments of reflection,
she greets her isolation with such whines of pure dejection,
It’s lucky for my puppy that she is so gol-darn cute
that each threatened sentence I’ve chosen to commute.
Prompt words today are mischief, remarkable, futility, dupe, instinct and dry.
Bad puppy videos below. Unfortunately, Youtube will try to take you off in a different direction after each one so you’ll need to come back to this post to see each of the others.
More bad puppy videos:
Zoe Wins the War
I sent this video to Forgottenman today and he insisted I had to put it on Youtube and put a link on my blog. I always mind, so here it is. She was about a month and a half old when I recorded this big event.
Where You May Find Us Napping!!!
half-and-half, off-and-on
On the sofa
Up against Mom’s ear
On “our” deck chairs
In our mom’s outdoor “office
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For the Six Word Saturday prompt
Doggie Drama
What are the chances that I would capture this action while I was exercising in the pool? But, I had noticed a large golden-orb weaver spider on my neighbor’s wall and although I knew it was too far away to get a good photo, I was listening to an Audible book and the phone was in reaching distance, so I thought I’d try. Coco and Zoe jogged over to check out my action and this is what resulted. Since i was holding the camera in my hands, I captured most of it, other than the recovery action which meant I had to set the camera down. Please click on photos to enlarge and read the story.
The picture of the spider was barely worth capturing, but I had to try.
Coco and Zoe trotted over together. to see what I was doing,
Zoe was the first to decide to leave the other side of the pool and to come closer.
Coco was a bit slower in the action.
But after Zoe started out,
ChiWeenies
Zoe had a look around
and moved a bit away from Coco,
but Coco soon joined her
and was up to her usual hijinks.
The problem was, they were a bit too close to the edge of the pool for such antics
Zoe, misbalanced by Coco’s head under her tummy, splashed into the pool
And Coco soon followed her. Coco was able to get herself out of the pool,
but after two failed efforts by Zoe, I lifted her out. Good thing I was there. This is the first time this has happened.
Zoe, My Teenage Terror
Rearranging the rug
Editing mom’s latest manuscript
Eating the plants?
Mom’s? Zoe’s coasters
Fighting over the bone
ingesting Mom’s favorite Trahumara basket
Shredding the handmade basket Mom made
No respect for mone
Caught in the act
Discovering toilet paper. Guess who?
Distracting the Masseur
Waking up Mom
Attacking the cat
Stealing plastic bags
Tussling with Yolanda
Dragging the mop from the kitchen to where it belongs–her bed.
stealing Jesus’s socks
Turning on the tap?
Bye-bye Forgottenman’s childhood photo
Forgottenman restored
https://www.nytimes.com/2022/09/17/opinion/dogs-puppies-adolescence.html?smid=em-share
This brilliant article was sent to me by my friend Laurie. You may not be able to read it unless you subscribe to the NY Times, but if you can read it and have been reading about my puppy Zoe’s recent behavior, you’ll see it describes her to a “T.”
I had more naughty photos, but WP thought it was appropriate to erase my entire blog after a half hour’s work collecting the photos, so I had to start all over again. Is anyone else having problems like this? I was updating and saving… then all vanished.
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