You dog!

Today was full of excitement- must be the full moon- but I’m only going to tell you one story that happened.

My oldest is now living with us again and had a short work schedule so I allowed one of her dogs to stay home with my two. Percy, the tall -toothless- white borzoi is a good boy for the most part but I have had problems with him running into the highway  or off to the DWR property behind our neighbors house so when I heard horns blaring this morning I panic. I was afraid one of the dogs was in the road but I found all three dogs laying in the living room.

I relaxed and returned to making my breakfast. Toasted banana bread with butter. I had just replaced the butter when I heard more honking and braking tires. This was not good. I noticed that my neighbor’s cow from across the street had gotten free and was playing frogger with the morning traffic. I dropped everything and rushed out to take care of it- which was fairly easier than we thought it would be.

When I returned into the house I was greeted by an unexpected sight. Druid was laying in the living room licking the carpet crazily, Hickory was sniffing around, and Percy was standing in the kitchen looking guilty. Instantly I thought I had lost my breakfast to the three opportunist but the bread was still sitting on the counter. What was missing? The stick of butter – and when I tried to replace it – the culprit stepped forward and drooled for more!

I guess I shouldn’t be surprised- his mother liked to do the same thing. (aka- my oldest daughter)

Not my Circus 

I’m sure most of us have hear the phrase, ‘Not my circus, not my monkeys’- and that seems to be my mantra right now – but nobody put that saying more into perspective than a young child. As we were shopping we could hear a cute voice singing in the next aisle ‘Ten little monkeys’ with a more straightforward doctor.

Ten little monkeys jumping on the bed, one feel off and bumped his head. Along came the doctor and the doctor said – no more  jumping, cause he’s dead! 

Panic Attacts

It doesn’t take much to set me off and they drain me physically as well as emotionally.  I’ve come to the conclusion that if I ever become too overwhelmed that I should never be “checked in”. For some reason hospitals, doctor offices and such make me more uncomfortable. If you are going to haul me away might as well do it right and drop me off in a forest. 

My natural instincts kick in and I can survive for days as a hermit. lol