Qor and Qay came flying to the door like usual… Targ.. well, he didn’t do anything but yawn and go back to sleep on the couch…

What?

Normally, he gets up, wags his tail off and tries to find something ANYTHING to bring me… be it a toy, a nasty old bone or my own shoe… this has been going on for years.. every day.. like clockwork.

No Bubba Love? What the heck? Is he sick?

I went over to the couch and said “Bubba? What? how come you didn’t come see me?”

He looked at me with the saddest most pathetic eyes I have ever seen.

My gawd.. something is wrong…

I checked him over.. eventually he got up.. looked at me and went and laid down in the kitchen.

And there he stayed until dinner time.

Oh I tried.. I rubbed on him.. I gave him kisses, I plied him with treats.. nothing.. pathetic puddle of dog, right there in front of the stove.

Dinner time rolls around and Shel goes into the pantry to get out the parsley (special request from Miss Qor) and glances at the calendar on the door.

“Jen” .. she says…

yeah?

“Jen, it’s Bubba’s birthday today.. we forgot”.

OMG!

So I said “Bubba! Targie man! I’m so sorry! I forgot your Birthday!” and generally loved all over him…

That creature got UP and leaned on me and accepted all kinds of love..

Thank goodness he has a forgiving heart… he got a marrow bone in the middle of the week… extra treat for him… big mushball

Happy Birthday Big Guy! The Big 6….

Momma Loves you

First a little bit on my housing layout. We have a bungalow (yes, it’s small) and off our kitchen is a tiny hallway. There are supposed to be two doors .. you walk through one to the hallway, and then another to the back porch, turn left and go outside.

The first door is off because off the hallway is the basement stairs. The cat’s only route to her litter box.

In the winter, it gets a little chilly so we hang a sheet in the doorway. The cat goes through it no problem, and the dogs think it’s the coolest thing.

So…

Yesterday, the dogs were outside (out through the curtain, through a door onto the porch, turn left through the steel door and outside). I keep the doors open a little so they can just push through to come back in.

I’m digging around in the fridge looking for a snack when ….

BANG! ! ! !

Something hits the fridge door like a train and rattles everything in it!

I scream like a girl and look up!

Targ.. omg.. poor Targ.. he came RUNNING in full steam and the sheet was stuck over his head… he ran head first into the refridgerator door.

Wait Till Martin Comes…”

An old man was out walking when a storm came up, so he looked for a place to take shelter. Soon he came upon a rundown house. He ran up on the porch and knocked on the door, but no one answered.

By now the rain was pouring down, thunder was booming, and lightening was flashing. He tried the door, and when he found it unlocked, went in.

Except for a pile of wooden boxes, the house was empty. He broke up some boxes and made a nice fire. He soon fell asleep from the warmth it gave off. When he woke up a black cat was sitting near him. It stared at him for awhile, then began purring.

“That’s a nice cat”, he thought and dozed off again. When he opened his eyes, there was a second cat in the room. But this one was as big as a wolf! It looked at him very closely and it asked, “Shall we do it now?” “No”, said the other cat. “Let’s wait till martin comes.”

“I must be dreaming,” thought the old man. He closed his eyes again. Then he took another look. But now there was a third cat in the room, and this one was as big as a tiger! It looked the old man over and asked, “Shall we do it now?” “No,” said the others. “Let’s wait till martin comes.”

Hearing that,the old man jumped up, jumped out the window and started running. “When martin comes, you tell him I couldn’t wait,” he screamed.

I first read this story when I was a kid. I had “The Thing at the Foot of the Bed” (I begged for this book!)

Anyway, this morning, there were some guys installing stairs in the neighborhood.

It went something like this:

I’m walking by with Qor and one guy says “That’s a BIG dog!”
Me: “Oh this is the small one”
Him: “The SMALL one?”
Me: “ah huh.. I’ll be by with a bigger one in a little bit”

The on Qay’s walk:
Him: “Wow! That’s a BIG Dog!”
(His buddies are starting to shrink back from the sidewalk.. he is starting to tremble a bit but stays his ground. I don’t get this. Qay is happy and smiling and not paying any attention to them)

Me: “oh no, I have one bigger”
Him: WHAT?

Then on Targ’s walk

Me: THIS is a big dog.
Him: **gulp**

If it wouldn’t make him so terribly uncool, I’m sure he would have run for the back yard.

Targ didn’t pay any attention to this silly man.