once again, i'm seeing the wrong end of the sunrise.....i don't know why it is, but every time i manage to get my schedule down to a reasonably close proximity of Real People Time, a switch gets thrown and the next thing i know it's 6:30. in the a.m. and I AM STILL AWAKE.
otoh, a night owl with espresso coursing through her veins makes a frabjous domestic goddess:
somewhere after midnight i bathed all 3 puppies and molly, did an equal number of laundry loads, tended to zoe, cleaned the cat room and (wait for it...as a matter of fact, best to sit down whilst waiting for it) i folded, hung and put away ALL of the laundry. i know, i could barely type that sentence without thudding myself. it's lovely to see the top of the bed in the guest room once again. (the last time was two minutes after i finally got the room all pulled together, dusted and chatzskis displayed when osmotic pressure sucked the clean clothes straight out of the dryer and deposited them onto the guest bed.) then i just had to stand there and admire the neatly filled drawers and the clothes hanging in a nicely arranged row in the closet. and lo, i saw that it was good so i reached around and patted my shoulder in an atta girl.
so i made another latte (bc at this point....why not???) and took the dogs outside for their morning romp. let's be clear about this: they romped and i leaned agains the deck railing, my latte in a death grip as i watched taco, fang, bosco and bodie do their thing. as it turns out, taco has been quite the visual aid in assisting with puppy potty training: taco runs out onto the porch, down the steps, takes a right and another three steps and he's in the wc. and lined up right beside him are bodie and bosco; it's like the puppy potty drill team. they squat as one and then retire individually to the woodline to finish their toilette. i've noticed that the puppies have also taken a cue from taco with regards to modesty; when they've found the spot they wish to annoint, all three of them turn their back on the world. privacy issues, obviously. not that this has stopped any of them from attempting to share *my* bathroom time. no quid pro quo here.
fang the bat weasel has marched to the rhythm of a different drummer from the very beginning. he was easy to potty train; he loves to play outside, but his big interest is in sticks, the bigger the better, we had a very large, very old tree come down the hill in a horrific storm this spring; fang especially likes the branches from this tree as they're so large. he latches onto a tree branch at least 3 times his size and parades around the yard showing off his muscles and jaw tone. fang is also a bit of a chewer--we named him well. since we've acquired the three puppies, we've lost a heater, the cord to the electric mattress cover, mark's sandals and several books...but since they're all puppies, i didn't actually go bahooty 'til Someone ate a pair of *my* favorite CFMPs.
pinecones, sticks, and toilet paper are also favorites (the b & b's share fang's affinity for tp...they love to shred it and have figured out how to open the cabinet under the sink where said tp lives. or rather, used to live.) fang also has quite a collection of rubber balls, bones and kongs which he happily munches on for hours on end...now if i can only teach him to shell walnuts for me without actually eating them.......
what i really enjoy watching tho', is how they all play together. they each have strategies and signature moves---fang likes to leap back 'n forth over taco's back like a circus dog. having the puppies around has been so good for our old man taco. he's fairly close to 12 and (prior to the arrival of the puppies) was more than a lil sedentary. his favorite occupation is leaning against me in the hopes that i'll fwubble his ears or curling up next to molly for a nap. but the puppies have him up for games of tag and catch 3-4 times a day and taco isn't *quite* as fluffy as he used to be.
*stretchyawnyawnstretch* well, now that i've seen the sun come up and i haven't dissolved into a puddle of goo or ick, (s'where night owls have one up on vampires), i could maybe think about ambling to bed. hb doesn't have to get up for another two hours, and i'm thinking i'm good for maybe another 10 minutes of vertical before i crawl betwixt the covers. oh, word: electric mattress covers are Da Bomb: we call ours mr. toasty.
have a frabjous day, y'all! *smoochies*
otoh, a night owl with espresso coursing through her veins makes a frabjous domestic goddess:
somewhere after midnight i bathed all 3 puppies and molly, did an equal number of laundry loads, tended to zoe, cleaned the cat room and (wait for it...as a matter of fact, best to sit down whilst waiting for it) i folded, hung and put away ALL of the laundry. i know, i could barely type that sentence without thudding myself. it's lovely to see the top of the bed in the guest room once again. (the last time was two minutes after i finally got the room all pulled together, dusted and chatzskis displayed when osmotic pressure sucked the clean clothes straight out of the dryer and deposited them onto the guest bed.) then i just had to stand there and admire the neatly filled drawers and the clothes hanging in a nicely arranged row in the closet. and lo, i saw that it was good so i reached around and patted my shoulder in an atta girl.
so i made another latte (bc at this point....why not???) and took the dogs outside for their morning romp. let's be clear about this: they romped and i leaned agains the deck railing, my latte in a death grip as i watched taco, fang, bosco and bodie do their thing. as it turns out, taco has been quite the visual aid in assisting with puppy potty training: taco runs out onto the porch, down the steps, takes a right and another three steps and he's in the wc. and lined up right beside him are bodie and bosco; it's like the puppy potty drill team. they squat as one and then retire individually to the woodline to finish their toilette. i've noticed that the puppies have also taken a cue from taco with regards to modesty; when they've found the spot they wish to annoint, all three of them turn their back on the world. privacy issues, obviously. not that this has stopped any of them from attempting to share *my* bathroom time. no quid pro quo here.
fang the bat weasel has marched to the rhythm of a different drummer from the very beginning. he was easy to potty train; he loves to play outside, but his big interest is in sticks, the bigger the better, we had a very large, very old tree come down the hill in a horrific storm this spring; fang especially likes the branches from this tree as they're so large. he latches onto a tree branch at least 3 times his size and parades around the yard showing off his muscles and jaw tone. fang is also a bit of a chewer--we named him well. since we've acquired the three puppies, we've lost a heater, the cord to the electric mattress cover, mark's sandals and several books...but since they're all puppies, i didn't actually go bahooty 'til Someone ate a pair of *my* favorite CFMPs.
pinecones, sticks, and toilet paper are also favorites (the b & b's share fang's affinity for tp...they love to shred it and have figured out how to open the cabinet under the sink where said tp lives. or rather, used to live.) fang also has quite a collection of rubber balls, bones and kongs which he happily munches on for hours on end...now if i can only teach him to shell walnuts for me without actually eating them.......
what i really enjoy watching tho', is how they all play together. they each have strategies and signature moves---fang likes to leap back 'n forth over taco's back like a circus dog. having the puppies around has been so good for our old man taco. he's fairly close to 12 and (prior to the arrival of the puppies) was more than a lil sedentary. his favorite occupation is leaning against me in the hopes that i'll fwubble his ears or curling up next to molly for a nap. but the puppies have him up for games of tag and catch 3-4 times a day and taco isn't *quite* as fluffy as he used to be.
*stretchyawnyawnstretch* well, now that i've seen the sun come up and i haven't dissolved into a puddle of goo or ick, (s'where night owls have one up on vampires), i could maybe think about ambling to bed. hb doesn't have to get up for another two hours, and i'm thinking i'm good for maybe another 10 minutes of vertical before i crawl betwixt the covers. oh, word: electric mattress covers are Da Bomb: we call ours mr. toasty.
have a frabjous day, y'all! *smoochies*
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Ah, my favorite kind of post.... animal stories. I loved it!
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