UPDATE:
My issues with the trash pickup system seems to have some friends. I noticed in our daily paper an editorial on this vary topic. Time to get this grass roots protest growing. I have noticed that my plastic garbage can is beginning to succumb to the rigors of being handled. Seemingly indestrucible plastic it simply can not stand up to the garbage hurler's heavy hand. They have proceeded to break one side of the handle. Will it last until I get my GARBY? With my luck, I doubt it.
Thank God the weekend is over. Two nights and 3 days with all 3 granddogs staying at the fitness center was about more than I could handle. On weekends, my current wife, Sue, and I man the fitness center. Everyone needs time to get recharged you know. Just before the "boys" arrived for their stay-over, the lawn care service decided it was time to spray our lawn with some grub stuff. Yeah! On the bill was a note saying pets should not be allowed on the grass for 24 hours. Great!!! These guys can NOT hold "it" that long so what am I supposed to do? I could take them to one of the neighbors front yards and let them relieve themselves. There are people in our neighborhood that do that you know. We could possibly have equipped them with diapers if we had any. Those get messy to boot so I don't think that will work for us. A quick call to Debby, the younger elder daughter, produced a strategy of taking them out on a leash then washing their feet on their return. Okay, good plan. The pugs took exception to this plan, however. They don't exactly appreciate someone wiping their feet. Matter of fact, they hate it. Max goes into decoy mode. When threatened with something he doesn't like, Max simply freezes. He gets stiff as a board. Heck his heart might even stop beating for a moment. Barney is anything but frozen. Barney is a pacer. The more he is threatened, the more he paces. This makes him surprisingly slippery. It takes numerous captures to get all 4 feet. Kinnick is resigned to the procedure as he routinely gets wiped at home.
We have been bragging to everyone that would listen and to some that wouldn't that our pug boys are left out of their crate when we go on errands without incident. Daughter Debby is not nearly as trusting. We feel if we show them that we trust them, they will reciprocate and be good while we are gone. This has worked time after time UNTIL Saturday night. You see we were hosts of our church group monthly get together so we were gone for a couple of hours. Apparently, this was a little too long for this "trust" thing to work. Who knew there was a time limit? We came into the house from our meeting only to see Barney pushing a treat box across the living room floor. Oh my, puppies gone wild. Inspection of the box revealed my greatest fear - EMPTY!! I fished out my CSI hat from the closet and began collecting all of the salient clues left behind by the perpetrator(s). With flashlight in hand, hat on my head and the lights turned out (that is what they do on the TV CSI show) I began searching for clues. I interrogated the 3 dogs we found in the area. Kinnick claimed to be an innocent bystander. This I can believe. Barney confessed after quite a while to being the mastermind. He admitted it was his idea to go after the box of treats. Although Max had the angelic look of a choir dog, Barney said it was Max who did the deed. Max, humming a hymn, refused to admit to anything. When pressed in the interview room, he adopted his "I'm frozen" mannerism. Never got anywhere with Max. He had Barney's back all the way.
As best as we can piece it together from the forensic evidence and the dogs of interest interviews, it went down like this. Kinnick stood as the lookout near our back door. Barney prodded Max to knock the treat box onto the floor. It was Barney's plan to then gain access to the box and consume the treats. Max jumped up onto the chair next to the table where the treats are kept. They all knew where these were kept. Max, being very coordinated with the use of his paws, simply eased the box to the edge of the table and knocked it down to the floor. Here is where the caper went wrong, I think. Max did not allow Barney to open the box. Instead, Max attacked the box before Barney could say, "What the h*ll." Max took control of the box and consumed all he could handle. Barney apparently had just gotten the box when we arrived on the scene. Despite Kinnick's barking alert, Barney couldn't resist getting some morsels at least since it was his idea to begin with.
A lot of this is conjecture so punishment amounted to little more than yelling and giving all a stern lecture. For Barney and Max, life outside of the crate while we are gone may be a thing of the past.
UPDATE:
I have had to return to using an actual bath soap when I shower. I mentioned a couple of weeks ago that I was switching to Dawn dish washing soap because of the claim of "dissolving fat that is otherwise difficult to remove". It didn't get rid of an ounce of fat on me. I confirmed this with a member of our church group who experimented with me also. No, the experiments were conducted in our respective showers.
Word of the Week:
MacBlu had a busy week. He was also dog sitting his 3 granddogsMacBlu would have chosen would have been appropriate for this writing.
The word is: etiolate
I have dreamed of owning a boat someday. Not sure why, just seems the thing to do. I have been trying to dream up the catchiest name I could think of. I have googled the Internet and found some that are cute but have already been used like:
Vitamin Sea
Playbuoy
Cirrhosis of the River
Piece of Ship (probably all I can afford)
Master Baiter
Breakin Wind (my personal favorite)
Ship Happens
Last week I was walking out of the gym. I was sweating pretty good that day. I had a really good workout. A young lady behind me yelled at me to wait a second. I did as instructed. When she got close she said, "You are the SEXIEST" guy here today!" WOW!!!!! My head was swelled up and I was on cloud nine the rest of the day. This young lady just happened to be Frau Franz. Yes, the wife of my friend Franz. Fortunately, he was out of ear shot when she told me this. If he had known, he would have cleaned my clock probably. Thanks for the compliment, Frau Franz. Our Silver Sneakers class is gathering at Ceci's pizza after our workout today. Makes a lot of sense doesn't it? Sweat our "you know what off" then go to an "all you can eat" place for lunch. We don't get this fitness thing I guess.
Word of the Week: etiolate - To make pale by preventing exposure to sunlight. To make weak by stunting the growth of. To become pale, weak, or stunted.
This word is a perfect fit for me. Where has it been all my life. All that is needed is to add over weight and you have me pegged perfectly. Remember, follow your dreams! Except that one where you're naked in church. The French Roast is down to its last drop and Kinnick has to go out to do his "business" so I had better leave you for now. In just two days from now, tomorrow will be yesterday. Just sayin'. Shoot, I just realized that Franz will probably read this and I posted it before deleting it. I may be in deep doodoo! If you see me with a bandaged head and limping, it probably is logical that Franz took exception. TA!
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