We had a very windy week. Like batten down the hatches and tie down the ducks week. Somehow a basketball ended up in our yard. While all the neighbor kids know to come ring the doorbell if their ball goes in my backyard, this one could have come from anywhere. So I let Bixby keep it. He’ll puncture it in no time and then it will become a tug toy for Scout and him.
Everything becomes a tug toy for them. Tree branch falls? Excellent, let’s strip down to a single stick and PLAY TUG! with it. Soccer ball? Let’s deflate it and then PLAY TUG! with it. Piece of trash in the yard? PLAY TUG! This is why I buy inexpensive bath towels, tie a knot in the middle and toss them in the yard and in their indoor toy box. Instant cheap and easy to replace tug toy.
I’m watching a cooking show as I write this. I so rarely have time to watch any lately. He’s making beignets, and if I actually deep-fried anything, they look sooo easy to make. Continue reading
Look at these well-behaved pups. Santa must have some really good treats. Missing: reindeer antlers. Scout broke hers in her enthusiasm to get them off, so we went without. May get individual photos with the remaining pair. Because what’s a holiday without embarrassing my pets.
One more Holiday Gifts recipe coming up, as I finish baking the last of the spritz cookies.
No idea what’s going on here…
Scout is all of us this morning. We are on day two of a three-day snowstorm. It was 73 degrees on Saturday.
Just a little sweetness from my day
I came out of the office to this. I’m thinking either Gabe is planning a coup and enlisting the pups, or this is the quarterly staff meeting and my review is not going well. #notreatsforyou
How are you spending your last day of summer?
Gabe’s favorite hangout
Zander guarding the garden
And bonus puppies
Last time I updated you on Gabe, I think I was still wondering if he was happy here. He’s erased all doubts about that. One day it was like a switch flipped, and he just relaxed into living here. He snuggles when he needs attention, sleeps on my feet at night, spends time outside and comes back when I call him, accepts the ducks as just part of the general craziness here and seems genuinely happy. Oh, and he very often sleeps on top of one of the dogs. Just ’cause.
He has put on a few pounds. But we don’t talk about that here. I’m sure it had a lot to do with being put on such a restrictive diet at the shelter to heal up his UTI. And the stress of the whole upheaval in his life. As recommended by Way of Cats (and friend), I’ve moved the cats to a mostly wet food diet. He may un-chonk. He may not. He’s still a handsome devil.
Scout is adorable as always.