Louise has been knee begging forever. That is when she quietly places her head on your leg and opens her big brown eyes really wide to say “please!” This particular picture, looking down from where I am seated, is of her daily (always around 3:30 PM) begging to go for a walk. She gets tired of me sitting at my desk and decides it is time for me to get up and be with her. If I don’t respond she starts knocking my hand up when I am trying to ‘mouse.’ The funny thing is that Squash before her used to do this same thing. He would decide it was time for an afternoon walk and he would push my hand away from the keyboard with his big furry head. Once he passed over the rainbow bridge, Louise started doing this. She pushes my hand, but she is more into placing her head or paws on my leg.
“I wish I could accommodate, but dogs are not on my work schedule until 4:30, Miss Louise. You should know that after 7 years at the Zoo. I do love to look into those beautiful brown eyes, however, so don’t go too far.”
Noel, the Christmas Cat, and the baby, Mini Cooper enjoying the late winter rays. Mini is leaning on the ‘fire stick’ plant. I know it is poisonous and that it could burn their mouths if they eat it, but they don’t seem to bother with it. This is the second one we have grown in the house. It is also called a Pencil Cactus.
We’re trying to teach Charles about the water and the docks. Not sure yet that he feels safe.
Do you see the ducks to the left of Sofie in the water. Luckily they were far enough out that the dogs didn’t try to swim on this cold day. And, I am not sure what the little man will do since the adult ducks are almost as big as he is.
Charles also got his first good whiff of the crab cages. Oh, spring will be interesting. I just worry about the Osprey and this 15 lb edible.
There seems to be love in the air between Noel, the Christmas cat, and Charles, the Mugwump. Noel does not get this close to any other dogs. Right after Valentine’s Day. Have a wonderful Wednesday.
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Sofie Troll monitors all creatures, large and small, who want to pass from the lower realms to the upper. I don’t know how often she changes the password (I know I have to change mine every 90 days), but it does not appear that Nine has the current one. Good thing Mom has the override and can tell the Sofie Troll to move out of the way. Happy Wednesday.
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In the winter we bring the large deck plants inside and winter them over in the bathtub. It’s the cat’s personal jungle. They spend a lot of time playing around them, chewing on them, and, of course, hiding in them. I actually miss the plants when spring comes and we take them outside again. I don’t miss the use of the tub because it is too big and takes 2 full tanks of hot water to fill. When Peanut was little (around 6 or 7), I used to use it as a swimming pool for her and her little friends. Now it is the winter atrium and cat velodrome.
Nine has taken a fancy to the dog’s tennis ball.I don’t know if this was an act of defiance (it’s yours so I am taking it), a true act of comfort (cats sleep on the darnest things), or pure silliness (because he loves to make us laugh).
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