Tag Archives: Diego

Contemplating Beauty: Flower of the Day, Apr 8, 2018

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For Cee’s Flower of the Day prompt.

Coming and Going: Cee’s Which Way Challenge, Oct 19, 2016

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At least one of us figured out which way to go a half hour ago and stayed there.  The other two believe in milling about.

 

Cee’s Which Way Challenge

Bedtime in the Bodoga

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 Bedtime in the Bodoga

Frida and Morrie both got new beds today, thanks to Morrie who ate Frida’s old one and has eaten two of his own as well as one of the cat’s beds.  He  leaves only his idol Diego’s bed alone and sleeps in it whenever he can get away with it, so I bought him one just like Diego’s. (It’s upside down for now with the plastic side up just in case he decides to have an “accident.”  (That’s not unknown to happen!) Once he’s a big boy, we’ll put the hot pink cloth side up. (Although it isn’t obvious in this picture, he does still have ears!)

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Frida got a big pillow that isn’t even tacky.  First one I’ve found that isn’t obnoxious colors or plaid or some other horrid print. At first Frida was suspicious and wouldn’t sleep on or even put one paw on her bed, but as you can see, she is now giving it a chance:

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Since Morrie is still being mean to her, Frida gets to continue sleeping in the main house.  She should have a few privileges of age.  We all should!  She now likes her new bed and I think it will be more hair-resistant than her old bed that seemed more like a hair-receiver than a bed.

Here’s Diego, in his same old bed that has made it through six months with Morrie:

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The carpenter came today to measure for the shelves and storage bins for kibbles.  They’ll have aluminum liners so the mice can’t get in–or the dogs!!! And, they have their own tiny fridge for opened tins of wet dog food and fresh bones, which the vet tells me I have to freeze for two weeks before giving them to them.  Do you think the Taj Mahal got this much press when it was being built????

I tried removing the cages and just had their beds in the room, but they were so restless and that was when Morrie ate Frida’s bed, so I’ve put their beds back in cages and they seem much happier.  I haven’t been shutting Diego’s door and he hasn’t reminded me to do so.  He used to want it shut and locked.  Morrie has learned how to open his cage door.  Smart little trouble-maker!!! He’s even opened the side that has two locks instead of one.

I think I mentioned before that my friend Dan of Dan and Rhonda fame has dubbed the Doggie Domain with a new name:  The Bodoga.  (A bodega is a storage room so the bodoga is of course a storage spot for dogs!)

Let me know when you are sick of Doggie Domain (Bodoga) news.  I don’t seem to be able to stop myself.  I have a cool slide series showing the entire construction process but can’t figure out how to have the last pictures I want to add go on at the end and also I don’t know how to post a video or slides on WordPress.  I just now learned how to find the Shortlink and how to post on Thursday Doors! Does the learning curve ever flatten out?????

Different Thanks: JNW’s Prompt Generator

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 Different Thanks

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                                                      Family Thanks Giving

Three dogs, paws up on the gate to the garage whenever I get home. The little one leaps up and down like some ballerina at the bar, the biggest with his irritating barks–loud and harsh and insistent—for whatever reason, be it mom’s arrival home or a dog who dares to pass by in the street. All of them escorting me to the door, attempting to help me with my bags and bundles.

The big dog sneaking into my room at night when she thinks I haven’t noticed. Wanting to be even closer than within eye-shot down the hall, she sleeps on the cold floor in lieu of her warm padded bed, perhaps because she wants to remind me that although the second dog is cleverer and handsomer and the newest dog is the littlest and most pleasant to have jump up on the bed with me, she was the very first and has known me for the longest. She has put up with intruders—both these two canine upstarts and the one human one who entered my house and stole my house guest’s laptop years ago when she was my one and only!

And although I am allergic to them, I wash off the licks of thanks that Morrie gives for a few cuddles on the bed before he sinks down to the foot to curl at a more hypoallergenic distance. Wash off my hands and arms after I’ve pulled off clumps of Frida’s thick undercoat. Dress the wounds that Diego’s claws have left on my legs and arms when he just can’t resist jumping up for closer contact. All of these wounds and welts and sneezes and wheezes just the aftermath of the constant thanks these kids adopted from the streets offer every day, as often as I will allow them.

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Diego and Morrie Clean Up (Zany Afternoon)

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                                                 Diego and Morrie Clean Up

A few weeks ago, I bought this wonderful large talavera cup. It tapers out from the bottom, holds about 2 cups of coffee or soup or cereal, has a handle and is beautiful to boot. I just love it. Whenever it isn’t in the dishwasher, I use it for every meal or every time I have coffee.
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This morning I came out to discover that I’d left the two liters of blueberries I bought yesterday in the disinfectant over night. Ten minutes is the prescribed amount of time necessary to kill amoebas and other nasty things that might lurk, but I forgot and left them in the water for at least 8 hours. Can’t quite remember when I put them in. At any rate, I drained them and decided to have oatmeal and fresh berries for breakfast. I added some lactose-free nonfat milk and stevia and–yum. I’ve only been eating one or two meals a day, so each meal is a big deal, and since this one was being served in my very favorite mug/bowl of all times, I was looking forward to it.

I’d just finished taking pictures of the dogs and when I got to my bedroom, oatmeal in hand, I noticed that the sd card was still sticking out of my laptop, so I put my oatmeal on the bedside table, ejected the card and reached over to get the camera from the surface of the table that forms the headboard of my bed. Somehow, the long cord I’d just attached to the camera, thinking it would be handy to have a neck strap for it, caught on something and as I reached to release it, either my hand or the strap caught on the handle of my oatmeal mug and over it went to smash on the floor, spilling shards, oatmeal, blueberries and a full can of Caffeine Free Diet Coke that I had opened but not drunk the night before onto my bedroom floor as well as on my own foot. Yes. A mess.

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I mourned the cup for thirty seconds or so, then mourned the time I was about to lose cleaning up this big mess. The oatmeal and milk and berries had scattered over quite a big area of the floor and it was a sticky, globby mess.

So what would you do? Yolanda was coming tomorrow but I never ever leave messes for her. I clean up puppy leavings, spills, kitchen messes. I put the dishes in the dishwasher and wash them, leaving the putting-away for her. She likes reorganizing my carefully thought out kitchen arrangements, putting the stuff I haven’t used in 14 years in front and my everyday necessities in the back. She even does this with my underwear, putting the prettiest (and too small) bras on top, perhaps thinking they will function like pheromones to draw romance.

At any rate, I carefully picked up each of the major shards of the clay cup and tossed them in the trashcan. Then I had a brilliant idea. With my bare fingers, I mushed through ever single lump of oatmeal. I drew my fingers across the floor checking for any little shards of clay. Then I opened the door and called in Diego. Morrie came trotting in the requisite few inches behind Diego.

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And Diego went to work. I was amazed that Morrie didn’t, but I took it that he’d learned his lesson the few times he’d tried to “share” in Diego and Frida’s food dishes. I’d heard the snaps and barks and growls and guessed what was going on. I’d noticed how he now stayed safely in the kitchen waiting for his meal while I fed Frida and Diego and Birdie the cat outside.

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Eventually, Morrie did locate a few blueberries that had rolled away as well as a flake or two of oatmeal at a safe distance from his boss. I  gleaned a few spoonfuls from Diego’s pile that he was making fast work of and fed them to Morrie. This seemed to embolden him, and he stuck his tongue out a couple of feet away from where Diego was operating like a mine sweeper.

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A long low growl from Diego brought a cessation of that action. Morrie was being better trained by his brother and sister dog than by me! I swiped him a few more spoonfuls, then went back to my blog. In a few minutes Diego had sauntered off to his sleeping cage and curled up and Morrie had followed. I used a wet towel to wipe up the tablespoon of residue. Job over!

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So, this is one mess entirely of my own making. And this time the dogs did the cleaning up! If you are curious about my favorite cup, I think it is not worth trying to salvage, especially because this is what I got from trying to fish the shards out of the garbage to wash and reassemble for a picture:

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How we suffer for art. Everyone is now sleeping but me, Morrie on the floor at my side, the two older dogs outside curled up on lawn chairs. I was talking on Skype to OKCForgottenman, but he actually retired for a nap, too. The palm trees jiggle in the stiff breeze, rocking me mentally to sleep as well, so I’m off to dream new schemes. Tomorrow I go to shop for a new mug. I know where I can get one just like it. I think I’ll get two or maybe four. They are a proven good thing and how often do you find a utilitarian object that you LOVE. Besides, it will keep me from feeling guilty for always saving the “good” cup for myself. Adios. Mas Tarde. Si?

I think this qualifies for the Zany Afternoon prompt I found HERE.on the prompt generator