It was the most ordinary of days after two days filled with unexpected adventures and renewed connections.
We awoke as usual to the sounds of breakfast - always a thrill for us! And we spent the day sunning ourselves, exploring the yard, and sleeping in various locations.
After a snack or two in the morning, we settled down to wait patiently for something to happen that needed our attention. But all was quiet in our neighbourhood, and we despaired that anything exciting would happen at all.
Early in the afternoon, Jenny played with us outside for a bit until she had to go tend to some errands. But she promised us that when she got back, she would have Leon with her and we would all go for a walk.
However, that was when we got the biggest surprise of our visit here - Mum! Let me backtrack a bit.
When Jenny and Leon got home, they laid out a delicious dinner for us. While I was eating, I thought I heard Mum's voice, but concluded that was impossible, given that she was far, far away. After dinner, we were outside again with Jenny when suddenly, to our great surprise, there she was! Mum! Coming through the gate!
At first, silly M didn't recognise her - goodness, M, she wasn't gone that long! - but I knew who it was right away!
Okay, clearly she had played a trick on us, letting us think that she wouldn't be back until Friday, but I suspect that was a deliberate measure to surprise all of us by coming back a day early. Good one, Mum!
So, we gathered up all our things, bade a fond farewell to Rover's Retreat and headed home, where we will wait for an even bigger surprise to come. By my estimate, a mere 20 days until we are all together again. We are so very excited! Let the countdown begin ....
T
Friday, August 27, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
The best laid plans
Awoke to the sounds of ... nothing. Very quiet. No wind blowing, no birds stuck anywhere. Not even anyone walking around here or there. T was soundly sleeping and all was quiet upstairs. I couldn't quite see the clock from where I was, and with it being so dark in the mornings these days, I couldn't tell from looking outside whether it was moments away from sunrise, or still the middle of the night.
So, I took out the cards from the top left-hand drawer, and passed the time by playing solitaire. After several futile attempts to actually win a game, I gave up and began to read yesterday's paper. Nothing there that was news to me. At least nothing I cared about.
Eventually, I tired of amusing myself and settled down to sleep in my usual spot. Then suddenly, the light came on and we were being coaxed outside. Yeah! Everyone was awake - although I was the only one who seemed happy about it. It's no fun being awake when everyone else is sleeping!
The usual flurry of activity filled the air and our world was all hustle and bustle. Breakfast was served, lunches were made, and pretty soon people went off to work.
T was feeling very rested, although content to catch some more Zzzzzs, but I was super tired and looking forward to a deep and peaceful snooze. At first, everything went to plan, but then all hell broke loose!
Through the many open windows in the house came a loud, obnoxious, persistent noise. When it first jolted me awake, I tried to ignore it, then shut it out with my paws, but I finally couldn't take it anymore. I leaped out from behind the washing machine to find T still sleeping soundly.
I kicked her bed!
"Hey! What's the matter with you? Why are you still asleep? Can't you hear that?"
"I can now, thanks very much," came the sleepy reply. She listened for a moment before asking, "Where is that coming from?"
Well, duh! "From outside!!!!!!!"
"Yes, I figured that. But where outside? It sounds like it's coming from the direction of our home. You don't think anything is going on there that shouldn't be going on, do you?"
Oh, great. Now we were both in a panic.
So, I made enough noise to convince Jenny - who didn't seem at all bothered by the noise - to let us outside. And once we were successful in that endeavour, we called on our pal Alice, who had by now grown into quite the beautiful teenager. We almost didn't recognise her!
"Whatz the prob?" she asked. Teenagers and their twitter speak!
"We just need you to hop down the street a bit and see where that noise if coming from. We're worried that it's something bad happening at our place."
She screwed up her cute little nose in confusion. "This place?"
"No, our other place."
"Ah," she acknowledged, then smiled, as she turned toward the fence.
Alice disappeared down the rabbit hole - clearly she wanted to conduct an undercover investigation - and within a short time she was back with the news.
"All that noise is just the roofers at the second house from the lane on the eastern side of the street. Actually, it looks really good."
We were relieved. "Did you manage a look see at our place, just to make sure it was okay?"
"I thought you would ask me that. And yes, I did. The only problem is that the flag had fallen down - probably from all that wind yesterday. But it's okay. I got Sammy Sparrow and Claude Squirrel to open the latch so Harley and Copper could come in the yard and help us put it back."
What a relief. That flag is very important to us, and it simply wouldn't do to have it lying down instead of flying proud!
Suddenly, and humorously, my head was filled with a visual of Copper standing on Harley's shoulders to accomplish the task. I grinned. "And they didn't mind?"
"Nope, but they said something about you owing them tictacs ... whatever that means."
A knowing chuckle escaped my lips.
Alice stayed to chat for a while - she has a boyfriend, you know! - and then I finally managed to get the sleep I had been craving.
Despite the ongoing noise, which we quickly got used to now that we knew it wasn't a problem for us, we spent the afternoon sleeping inside and out, with the only interruption a couple of treats to keep our hunger at bay. The hours easily passed by until Leon came home and we all went exploring the neighbourhood.
Alice was right - that house does look good with its new roof. And thanks to our friends, our flag is exactly where it's meant to be!
M
So, I took out the cards from the top left-hand drawer, and passed the time by playing solitaire. After several futile attempts to actually win a game, I gave up and began to read yesterday's paper. Nothing there that was news to me. At least nothing I cared about.
Eventually, I tired of amusing myself and settled down to sleep in my usual spot. Then suddenly, the light came on and we were being coaxed outside. Yeah! Everyone was awake - although I was the only one who seemed happy about it. It's no fun being awake when everyone else is sleeping!
The usual flurry of activity filled the air and our world was all hustle and bustle. Breakfast was served, lunches were made, and pretty soon people went off to work.
T was feeling very rested, although content to catch some more Zzzzzs, but I was super tired and looking forward to a deep and peaceful snooze. At first, everything went to plan, but then all hell broke loose!
Through the many open windows in the house came a loud, obnoxious, persistent noise. When it first jolted me awake, I tried to ignore it, then shut it out with my paws, but I finally couldn't take it anymore. I leaped out from behind the washing machine to find T still sleeping soundly.
I kicked her bed!
"Hey! What's the matter with you? Why are you still asleep? Can't you hear that?"
"I can now, thanks very much," came the sleepy reply. She listened for a moment before asking, "Where is that coming from?"
Well, duh! "From outside!!!!!!!"
"Yes, I figured that. But where outside? It sounds like it's coming from the direction of our home. You don't think anything is going on there that shouldn't be going on, do you?"
Oh, great. Now we were both in a panic.
So, I made enough noise to convince Jenny - who didn't seem at all bothered by the noise - to let us outside. And once we were successful in that endeavour, we called on our pal Alice, who had by now grown into quite the beautiful teenager. We almost didn't recognise her!
"Whatz the prob?" she asked. Teenagers and their twitter speak!
"We just need you to hop down the street a bit and see where that noise if coming from. We're worried that it's something bad happening at our place."
She screwed up her cute little nose in confusion. "This place?"
"No, our other place."
"Ah," she acknowledged, then smiled, as she turned toward the fence.
Alice disappeared down the rabbit hole - clearly she wanted to conduct an undercover investigation - and within a short time she was back with the news.
"All that noise is just the roofers at the second house from the lane on the eastern side of the street. Actually, it looks really good."
We were relieved. "Did you manage a look see at our place, just to make sure it was okay?"
"I thought you would ask me that. And yes, I did. The only problem is that the flag had fallen down - probably from all that wind yesterday. But it's okay. I got Sammy Sparrow and Claude Squirrel to open the latch so Harley and Copper could come in the yard and help us put it back."
What a relief. That flag is very important to us, and it simply wouldn't do to have it lying down instead of flying proud!
Suddenly, and humorously, my head was filled with a visual of Copper standing on Harley's shoulders to accomplish the task. I grinned. "And they didn't mind?"
"Nope, but they said something about you owing them tictacs ... whatever that means."
A knowing chuckle escaped my lips.
Alice stayed to chat for a while - she has a boyfriend, you know! - and then I finally managed to get the sleep I had been craving.
Despite the ongoing noise, which we quickly got used to now that we knew it wasn't a problem for us, we spent the afternoon sleeping inside and out, with the only interruption a couple of treats to keep our hunger at bay. The hours easily passed by until Leon came home and we all went exploring the neighbourhood.
Alice was right - that house does look good with its new roof. And thanks to our friends, our flag is exactly where it's meant to be!
M
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Wrong way out!
Dear faithful followers of this blog ... all three of you,
You may remember my little mate M's explorations that led him to take up periodical accommodation behind the washing machine here at Rovers Retreat. Yes, the one with the mousetrap. Well, the mousetrap is no more, much to M's delight, and I can safely say that he has now decided to camp there permanently.
Oh, how he loves sleeping in that tiny, dark, cramped, not-so-secret spot. Better than behind Jenny's chair where he runs the risk of being squished like a ... well ... like a mouse in a mousetrap every time she tries to get up from the table.
M's lucky he has a hideaway from which he can come and go. Not so the unfortunate little critters that chose to hang out in the fascia surrounding our Retreat.
We first heard them around 8:30 am. A fluttering and a scampering, making a heck of a racket. I whimpered and whined until we were let outside to investigate, and after a quick auditory and visual exploration around the perimeter, we concluded that indeed, they were trapped.
'What can we do?' we both thought while trying to locate the source of their entry.
"Ah, there it is!" declared M. An access point so small that only a tiny little critter could fit.
After some discussion, we concluded that it was either birds, squirrels or chipmunks. And apart from ripping down the entire roofing, there wasn't much we or anyone could do to help them find their way out.
Nevertheless, we got the old gang together to see if anyone had experience with this find of thing. The general consensus was that perhaps the critters were on a mission, and given the lack of space up there, we would just have to wait and see if they found their way out again.
Not easy to do when you can hear their apparent efforts to escape throughout the entire house.
Then Carli Crow came by with her pals, E. A. and Cheryl, and set up watch at the access point. They speculated that if they could talk the critters out, it might be all they need to find their way through the maze.
And doggone it, it worked! Before much longer, the fluttering stopped completely, and Carli reported that all lost souls had found freedom. Cheryl told us later that on their way out, the two sparrows got some stern talk from Carli about staying out of other people's homes - for their own safety, and our peace of mind!
Sadly, or rather fortuitously, the afternoon and the evening passed without incident. The wind continued to blow, hard, and it was so cool that the heat came on!
Not that M noticed ... he was camped out behind the washing machine for most of the day as if nothing else in the world mattered!
T
You may remember my little mate M's explorations that led him to take up periodical accommodation behind the washing machine here at Rovers Retreat. Yes, the one with the mousetrap. Well, the mousetrap is no more, much to M's delight, and I can safely say that he has now decided to camp there permanently.
Oh, how he loves sleeping in that tiny, dark, cramped, not-so-secret spot. Better than behind Jenny's chair where he runs the risk of being squished like a ... well ... like a mouse in a mousetrap every time she tries to get up from the table.
M's lucky he has a hideaway from which he can come and go. Not so the unfortunate little critters that chose to hang out in the fascia surrounding our Retreat.
We first heard them around 8:30 am. A fluttering and a scampering, making a heck of a racket. I whimpered and whined until we were let outside to investigate, and after a quick auditory and visual exploration around the perimeter, we concluded that indeed, they were trapped.
'What can we do?' we both thought while trying to locate the source of their entry.
"Ah, there it is!" declared M. An access point so small that only a tiny little critter could fit.
After some discussion, we concluded that it was either birds, squirrels or chipmunks. And apart from ripping down the entire roofing, there wasn't much we or anyone could do to help them find their way out.
Nevertheless, we got the old gang together to see if anyone had experience with this find of thing. The general consensus was that perhaps the critters were on a mission, and given the lack of space up there, we would just have to wait and see if they found their way out again.
Not easy to do when you can hear their apparent efforts to escape throughout the entire house.
Then Carli Crow came by with her pals, E. A. and Cheryl, and set up watch at the access point. They speculated that if they could talk the critters out, it might be all they need to find their way through the maze.
And doggone it, it worked! Before much longer, the fluttering stopped completely, and Carli reported that all lost souls had found freedom. Cheryl told us later that on their way out, the two sparrows got some stern talk from Carli about staying out of other people's homes - for their own safety, and our peace of mind!
Sadly, or rather fortuitously, the afternoon and the evening passed without incident. The wind continued to blow, hard, and it was so cool that the heat came on!
Not that M noticed ... he was camped out behind the washing machine for most of the day as if nothing else in the world mattered!
T
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Where the heck are we?
Judging by the outside temperatures, one might think we are either stationed in Afghanistan, or stuck in Nevada. A safe bet either way, perhaps, but we are apparently exactly where we were yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that.
Upon going outside at 5:17 am this morning, we were confronted by hot, muggy conditions that instantly led M to exclaim, "Where the heck are we?"
Yes, a real summery August day, thank you very much. A quick check on the computer showed that it got as high as 30C, and that for most of the day, it felt like 37C, courtesy of the 58% relative humidity.
Don't get us wrong. We are not complaining - simply stating the facts so you know that for today, at least, we can absolutely relate to the conditions in your part of the world. Yes, you two ... who have left us alone yet again while you gallivant to places unknown to us and without us. Tsk! Tsk! Well, take note - come September, it's all four of us on the wandering trail, right???!!!
Needless to say, with the 'hot as Hades' weather raving beyond, we decided to let the world outside take care of itself. Instead, M and I camped out in the cool back room where it was quiet and peaceful and free of noisy interruptions.
Safely cocooned inside, we were oblivious to the temperature dropping 6 degrees in a few hours, so when we finally ventured out, we were pleasantly surprised and refused to come inside - even to eat.
Eventually, though, we were blown inside when the wind whipped us around in the backyard. And, to be honest, all we remember is that we ate and then we slept, dreaming of cooler days in our future!
T and M
Upon going outside at 5:17 am this morning, we were confronted by hot, muggy conditions that instantly led M to exclaim, "Where the heck are we?"
Yes, a real summery August day, thank you very much. A quick check on the computer showed that it got as high as 30C, and that for most of the day, it felt like 37C, courtesy of the 58% relative humidity.
Don't get us wrong. We are not complaining - simply stating the facts so you know that for today, at least, we can absolutely relate to the conditions in your part of the world. Yes, you two ... who have left us alone yet again while you gallivant to places unknown to us and without us. Tsk! Tsk! Well, take note - come September, it's all four of us on the wandering trail, right???!!!
Needless to say, with the 'hot as Hades' weather raving beyond, we decided to let the world outside take care of itself. Instead, M and I camped out in the cool back room where it was quiet and peaceful and free of noisy interruptions.
Safely cocooned inside, we were oblivious to the temperature dropping 6 degrees in a few hours, so when we finally ventured out, we were pleasantly surprised and refused to come inside - even to eat.
Eventually, though, we were blown inside when the wind whipped us around in the backyard. And, to be honest, all we remember is that we ate and then we slept, dreaming of cooler days in our future!
T and M
Monday, August 23, 2010
Weekend report
Saturday night ... we slept.
Sunday morning ... we ate, then walked, then slept.
Sunday afternoon ... we opened both bags of treats, sampled the delights, then slept.
Sunday evening ... we ate, then slept.
Life sure is good!
T and M
Sunday morning ... we ate, then walked, then slept.
Sunday afternoon ... we opened both bags of treats, sampled the delights, then slept.
Sunday evening ... we ate, then slept.
Life sure is good!
T and M
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Canine Capers 13
Hard to believe that our time here is coming to an end. But rest assured that the story is not over, folks.
First things first, though.
We all slept in till late today — comparatively late, that is. The sun was already up when we first went outside and breakfast was still a ways away.
Finally, the meaty goodness was served and M and I scoffed it down without delay. Then, while Jenny and Leon were munching down their breakfast, we began to gather up all our things so we would be able to pack quickly when the time came.
At one point, M was so busy rushing around that he got himself completely tangled in his leash, which was hanging down the side of the chair. What a goof!
Fortunately, Jenny snapped a photo before she freed him.
Then it was off for a walk. A last chance to take a good look around the neighbourhood for anything that needed fixing or saving, and a last opportunity to let everyone know that we were expanding to a ‘new’ address.
Okay, our old address, as in our usual address, but 'new' sounded a lot better than saying we were packing up and going home.
No offence, Mom!
Anyway, as we were walking around, it occurred to us that the entire place was devoid of bipeds, canines and critters.
“Where is everyone?” wondered M. “Why isn’t there anyone out on the streets?”
I had no useful answer. “I don’t think it’s because of the heat, but I suppose it could be.”
“It is a Sunday, so maybe everyone is still sleeping.”
I chuckled. “Sleepyheads!”
But as we went along, the signs were everywhere — on fence posts, walls, trees, rocks, sidewalks, car tires and fire hydrants. Hidden messages that only M and I could decipher. And the message was clear — everyone was afraid. Apparently, there was one thing left for us to do ... perhaps our greatest challenge.
The word on the street is that it isn’t safe anymore. Too many drivers recklessly taking to our road with way too much speed and gusto, making it particularly dangerous and scary for kids, the very grown grownups, and critters of all shapes and sizes. Something bad is going to happen to someone before too much longer, and that will devastate us all. We simply can’t stand by anymore and let a few terrorise us with their boom boxes on wheels.
What we need is a way to get the word to the bad drivers and make them slow down to a safe speed.
And what we need is a pair of super sleuthy detective dogs to lead the charge.
“What do you think, T,” M asked with a quirky grin. “A job for Dog Gone It!?”
I put my arm around my brother’s shoulder. “Absolutely, but this is a big one. So, let’s wait until both Mom and Dad come home so we can work together as a family to make that happen.”
M laughed uproariously. “Dog Gone It! A family affair! Who would have thunk it?!”
And with that, we loaded up our doggie bags and headed home, happy in the knowledge that, along with our new friends Alice, Carli, E. A., Cheryl, Jonathan, Harriet, Darcy, Sammy, Claude, Elisabeth, Adam, Theodore, Webster, Harley, Copper, Mikey, Riot, Shadow, Dingo, Winnie, Lachlan, Madam Dragonfly, Mr Cat, and, of course, the Doctor, we had made our world just a little bit nicer for everyone.
This is yours truly and Mr One and Only signing off for now, but know that, as the Doctor always says, “The adventure never really ends — it just gets way better!”
T
First things first, though.
We all slept in till late today — comparatively late, that is. The sun was already up when we first went outside and breakfast was still a ways away.
Finally, the meaty goodness was served and M and I scoffed it down without delay. Then, while Jenny and Leon were munching down their breakfast, we began to gather up all our things so we would be able to pack quickly when the time came.
At one point, M was so busy rushing around that he got himself completely tangled in his leash, which was hanging down the side of the chair. What a goof!
Fortunately, Jenny snapped a photo before she freed him.
Then it was off for a walk. A last chance to take a good look around the neighbourhood for anything that needed fixing or saving, and a last opportunity to let everyone know that we were expanding to a ‘new’ address.
Okay, our old address, as in our usual address, but 'new' sounded a lot better than saying we were packing up and going home.
No offence, Mom!
Anyway, as we were walking around, it occurred to us that the entire place was devoid of bipeds, canines and critters.
“Where is everyone?” wondered M. “Why isn’t there anyone out on the streets?”
I had no useful answer. “I don’t think it’s because of the heat, but I suppose it could be.”
“It is a Sunday, so maybe everyone is still sleeping.”
I chuckled. “Sleepyheads!”
But as we went along, the signs were everywhere — on fence posts, walls, trees, rocks, sidewalks, car tires and fire hydrants. Hidden messages that only M and I could decipher. And the message was clear — everyone was afraid. Apparently, there was one thing left for us to do ... perhaps our greatest challenge.
The word on the street is that it isn’t safe anymore. Too many drivers recklessly taking to our road with way too much speed and gusto, making it particularly dangerous and scary for kids, the very grown grownups, and critters of all shapes and sizes. Something bad is going to happen to someone before too much longer, and that will devastate us all. We simply can’t stand by anymore and let a few terrorise us with their boom boxes on wheels.
What we need is a way to get the word to the bad drivers and make them slow down to a safe speed.
And what we need is a pair of super sleuthy detective dogs to lead the charge.
“What do you think, T,” M asked with a quirky grin. “A job for Dog Gone It!?”
I put my arm around my brother’s shoulder. “Absolutely, but this is a big one. So, let’s wait until both Mom and Dad come home so we can work together as a family to make that happen.”
M laughed uproariously. “Dog Gone It! A family affair! Who would have thunk it?!”
And with that, we loaded up our doggie bags and headed home, happy in the knowledge that, along with our new friends Alice, Carli, E. A., Cheryl, Jonathan, Harriet, Darcy, Sammy, Claude, Elisabeth, Adam, Theodore, Webster, Harley, Copper, Mikey, Riot, Shadow, Dingo, Winnie, Lachlan, Madam Dragonfly, Mr Cat, and, of course, the Doctor, we had made our world just a little bit nicer for everyone.
This is yours truly and Mr One and Only signing off for now, but know that, as the Doctor always says, “The adventure never really ends — it just gets way better!”
T
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Canine Capers 12
Summer well and truly made its presence felt today. We heard on the radio that the warm weather was expected to continue “until otherwise advised”. Gotta love that!
Nice and warm for you to come home to, Mom!
M and I were busy most of the day doing nothing much — until the early evening when all hell broke loose.
We had eaten our tea, and Jenny and Leon had eaten theirs. They settled down to watch TV, and M and I stretched out on the cool kitchen floor to watch the inside of our eyelids. Everyone was happy. It was all very homey, comfy and quiet.
Suddenly, the phone rang. Jenny answered and then became immersed in a discussion about football, power, and ice cream.
“Hello? ... Oh, hi Miriam! ... We’re watching the football ... Bombers are ahead ... Yeah, better than last week, that’s for sure ... The what? ... You’re kidding! ... (to Leon) The power’s out at Miriam’s ... (to Miriam) Yeah, that’d be great ... (to Leon) She’s coming over ... And she’s got ice cream! ... (to Miriam) Okay, see you in a few. Bye!”
“Who’s Miriam?” I asked M.
“Don’t know, but I think we’re about to find out.”
Next thing we knew, Leon raced upstairs and started vacuuming. Jenny took out the stuff for recycling, cleaned off the table, put some other things away, and generally tidied up.
A veritable hive of activity — and pure hell for those of us who had already packed it in for the night!
Then, when Miriam arrived and came into the back room, a curious thing happened. Instead of running away as he usually does when meeting a stranger, M walked right up to her. Kissed her foot and sniffed her ankle. I’d never seen such a thing before in my life!
“M, what are you doing?!”
He turned to me with a puzzled look on his face.
“I’m saying hi. What do you think I’m doing?!”
Clearly, small miracles do happen.
In the course of the evening, we discovered that the power had indeed gone off at Miriam’s building and she couldn’t get upstairs to her apartment. Unfortunately for her — fortunately for us, or them, at least — she had ice cream that she wanted to share, or rather had to share because it was melting.
And so for the next few hours, they ate ice cream, watched some television, and talked and talked.
Ice cream for everyone, except us. Bugger!
You might think that Dog Gone It! did not play any role in the events of this evening, but you would be wrong. We made ourselves available on call to help with the ice cream, if required. And M absolutely did his part by being nice and polite and making a really big effort to say hi. I was so very surprised ... er, I mean, proud.
And I’m thinking it might finally be time to reintroduce M to Mike and see if they can finally — FINALLY! — get along.
After all, what are neighbours for if not to all get along ....
T
Nice and warm for you to come home to, Mom!
M and I were busy most of the day doing nothing much — until the early evening when all hell broke loose.
We had eaten our tea, and Jenny and Leon had eaten theirs. They settled down to watch TV, and M and I stretched out on the cool kitchen floor to watch the inside of our eyelids. Everyone was happy. It was all very homey, comfy and quiet.
Suddenly, the phone rang. Jenny answered and then became immersed in a discussion about football, power, and ice cream.
“Hello? ... Oh, hi Miriam! ... We’re watching the football ... Bombers are ahead ... Yeah, better than last week, that’s for sure ... The what? ... You’re kidding! ... (to Leon) The power’s out at Miriam’s ... (to Miriam) Yeah, that’d be great ... (to Leon) She’s coming over ... And she’s got ice cream! ... (to Miriam) Okay, see you in a few. Bye!”
“Who’s Miriam?” I asked M.
“Don’t know, but I think we’re about to find out.”
Next thing we knew, Leon raced upstairs and started vacuuming. Jenny took out the stuff for recycling, cleaned off the table, put some other things away, and generally tidied up.
A veritable hive of activity — and pure hell for those of us who had already packed it in for the night!
Then, when Miriam arrived and came into the back room, a curious thing happened. Instead of running away as he usually does when meeting a stranger, M walked right up to her. Kissed her foot and sniffed her ankle. I’d never seen such a thing before in my life!
“M, what are you doing?!”
He turned to me with a puzzled look on his face.
“I’m saying hi. What do you think I’m doing?!”
Clearly, small miracles do happen.
In the course of the evening, we discovered that the power had indeed gone off at Miriam’s building and she couldn’t get upstairs to her apartment. Unfortunately for her — fortunately for us, or them, at least — she had ice cream that she wanted to share, or rather had to share because it was melting.
And so for the next few hours, they ate ice cream, watched some television, and talked and talked.
Ice cream for everyone, except us. Bugger!
You might think that Dog Gone It! did not play any role in the events of this evening, but you would be wrong. We made ourselves available on call to help with the ice cream, if required. And M absolutely did his part by being nice and polite and making a really big effort to say hi. I was so very surprised ... er, I mean, proud.
And I’m thinking it might finally be time to reintroduce M to Mike and see if they can finally — FINALLY! — get along.
After all, what are neighbours for if not to all get along ....
T
Friday, July 23, 2010
Canine Capers 11
A snappy lesson learned is one you’ll never forgot. Or so M discovered!
We awoke this morning to a beautiful funny day.
“Don’t you mean ‘sunny’ day?” asked M.
Oh, right, yes. A beautiful sunny day.
Given our recent hectic schedule, we wanted to stay outside snoozing — our favourite pastime when we are not otherwise dealing with bad guys and aliens.
However, yesterday, late in the afternoon and throughout the evening, rain fell gently all around. No storms; just rain. Ever since Monday, they had been saying it was going to rain, and when it finally came, it was a relief — at least for those poor weather forecasters who never seem to get it right.
Unfortunately for us, with the deck still wet and the grass downright soggy, it was clear that the best place was inside.
So there I was sleeping all comfy and warm, when suddenly, without warning, M declared, “I’m bored.”
Did I mention I was sleeping? I was none too pleased to be disturbed. I didn’t lift my head or acknowledge him in any way.
“Then go for a walk or play some cards, but whatever you do, please do it quietly. I’m tired!”
Back to sleep I went and that was the last I heard from M — until there was a loud snap and a yelp coming from behind me.
I jumped up just in time to see a rather pitiful sight — M with a mousetrap hanging from the long fur on his front right paw.
I could only watch for a few seconds before bursting out laughing.
“Where did you get that?” I spluttered, and then barely managed to say, “Did the mousey give it to you?” before again with the laughing.
Turns out M had been sniffing around in places no one ever thought he could fit — clearly where not even a mouse could fit — and when he came across the little grey toy, he simply had to find out what it was about.
Silly, M. Doesn't he know not to touch things that don't belong to you? He does now! Oh, he was more startled than hurt, but I’d say it’s a safe bet he won’t go exploring in places he shouldn’t anytime again soon.
Yes, I eventually stopped laughing long enough to relieve him of the source of his embarrassment ... although I did leave a few strands of his fur in the mousetrap as evidence.
Like I said the first time, a beautiful funny day — courtesy of Mr One and Only!
T
PS Jenny eventually saw the trap and the long strands of fur, and put two and two together. I think she and Leon are still laughing!
We awoke this morning to a beautiful funny day.
“Don’t you mean ‘sunny’ day?” asked M.
Oh, right, yes. A beautiful sunny day.
Given our recent hectic schedule, we wanted to stay outside snoozing — our favourite pastime when we are not otherwise dealing with bad guys and aliens.
However, yesterday, late in the afternoon and throughout the evening, rain fell gently all around. No storms; just rain. Ever since Monday, they had been saying it was going to rain, and when it finally came, it was a relief — at least for those poor weather forecasters who never seem to get it right.
Unfortunately for us, with the deck still wet and the grass downright soggy, it was clear that the best place was inside.
So there I was sleeping all comfy and warm, when suddenly, without warning, M declared, “I’m bored.”
Did I mention I was sleeping? I was none too pleased to be disturbed. I didn’t lift my head or acknowledge him in any way.
“Then go for a walk or play some cards, but whatever you do, please do it quietly. I’m tired!”
Back to sleep I went and that was the last I heard from M — until there was a loud snap and a yelp coming from behind me.
I jumped up just in time to see a rather pitiful sight — M with a mousetrap hanging from the long fur on his front right paw.
I could only watch for a few seconds before bursting out laughing.
“Where did you get that?” I spluttered, and then barely managed to say, “Did the mousey give it to you?” before again with the laughing.
Turns out M had been sniffing around in places no one ever thought he could fit — clearly where not even a mouse could fit — and when he came across the little grey toy, he simply had to find out what it was about.
Silly, M. Doesn't he know not to touch things that don't belong to you? He does now! Oh, he was more startled than hurt, but I’d say it’s a safe bet he won’t go exploring in places he shouldn’t anytime again soon.
Yes, I eventually stopped laughing long enough to relieve him of the source of his embarrassment ... although I did leave a few strands of his fur in the mousetrap as evidence.
Like I said the first time, a beautiful funny day — courtesy of Mr One and Only!
T
PS Jenny eventually saw the trap and the long strands of fur, and put two and two together. I think she and Leon are still laughing!
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Canine Capers 10
Got a problem in your neighbourhood?
Dog Gone It!
Lost something and can’t find it?
Dog Gone It!
Someone making too much of a racket?
Dog Gone It!
Need help?
Dog Gone It!
Only problem with finally getting a name for the agency is that it creates another problem — deciding what to put in the advertisement! Of course, if Doctor Who is right and people know about us throughout the universe, maybe we don’t need to advertise. But we do need business cards, and having a succinct slogan would be nice.
While I was trying out possible candidates, M interrupted.
“T, did you hear that?”
Silence, but for only a second or three.
“There it is again.”
“Yes, I heard it that time.”
I turned in the direction of the noise. “Sounds like someone sneaking around — and not doing a very good job at it.”
“I don’t think we can wait for the police,” cautioned M. “I’m sending out the red alert!”
A few minutes later, E. A. Crow, Madam Dragonfly, Alice Rabbit, Sammy Sparrow and Claude Squirrel had spread the word to our canine and feline colleagues — Harley, Copper, Mikey, Riot, Shadow, Dingo, Winnie, Lachlan and Mr Cat were ready to defend the neighbourhood on our call.
And then we saw him. A young man sneaking out of the backyard a few houses down from us. No idea what he was doing, but he looked awfully suspicious. And judging by the sound we heard before — like someone climbing over a fence — we were certain that he was up to something.
M put out the call as the young man ran past, and immediately everyone started barking, squawking and ‘tsk tsk’-ing, except for Mr Cat who was on lookout and E. A. who was tracking from overhead.
The young man took off down the back lane, picking up speed as the others’ responses let him know he was no longer anonymous. A few minutes later, I saw him walking up the front street, looking somewhat disconcerted and hopefully rattled by recent events. But we weren’t going to let him off so easy and the barking began again in earnest.
Mr Cat watched as the young man slowed down at the top of the street, clearly trying to catch his breath. He looked back over his shoulder once, and then E. A. heard him say, “Wow, I’m never doing that again!”
“You better not, kid,” kaw-kawed the crow, “because Dog Gone It — we’re watching!”
We never did find out what he was doing, but we don’t expect to see him around these parts anymore.
When all had quieted down again, M suggested, “Okay, let’s get back to that slogan.”
I was ready to share ...
Dog Gone It!
Canines and critters on watch in your neighbourhood.
We might be small, but we’re BIG on keeping you safe.
“Nice!”
T
Dog Gone It!
Lost something and can’t find it?
Dog Gone It!
Someone making too much of a racket?
Dog Gone It!
Need help?
Dog Gone It!
Only problem with finally getting a name for the agency is that it creates another problem — deciding what to put in the advertisement! Of course, if Doctor Who is right and people know about us throughout the universe, maybe we don’t need to advertise. But we do need business cards, and having a succinct slogan would be nice.
While I was trying out possible candidates, M interrupted.
“T, did you hear that?”
Silence, but for only a second or three.
“There it is again.”
“Yes, I heard it that time.”
I turned in the direction of the noise. “Sounds like someone sneaking around — and not doing a very good job at it.”
“I don’t think we can wait for the police,” cautioned M. “I’m sending out the red alert!”
A few minutes later, E. A. Crow, Madam Dragonfly, Alice Rabbit, Sammy Sparrow and Claude Squirrel had spread the word to our canine and feline colleagues — Harley, Copper, Mikey, Riot, Shadow, Dingo, Winnie, Lachlan and Mr Cat were ready to defend the neighbourhood on our call.
And then we saw him. A young man sneaking out of the backyard a few houses down from us. No idea what he was doing, but he looked awfully suspicious. And judging by the sound we heard before — like someone climbing over a fence — we were certain that he was up to something.
M put out the call as the young man ran past, and immediately everyone started barking, squawking and ‘tsk tsk’-ing, except for Mr Cat who was on lookout and E. A. who was tracking from overhead.
The young man took off down the back lane, picking up speed as the others’ responses let him know he was no longer anonymous. A few minutes later, I saw him walking up the front street, looking somewhat disconcerted and hopefully rattled by recent events. But we weren’t going to let him off so easy and the barking began again in earnest.
Mr Cat watched as the young man slowed down at the top of the street, clearly trying to catch his breath. He looked back over his shoulder once, and then E. A. heard him say, “Wow, I’m never doing that again!”
“You better not, kid,” kaw-kawed the crow, “because Dog Gone It — we’re watching!”
We never did find out what he was doing, but we don’t expect to see him around these parts anymore.
When all had quieted down again, M suggested, “Okay, let’s get back to that slogan.”
I was ready to share ...
Dog Gone It!
Canines and critters on watch in your neighbourhood.
We might be small, but we’re BIG on keeping you safe.
“Nice!”
T
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Canine Capers 9
And so it was that M and I were once again relaxing outside when yet another strange thing occurred.
A weird timewarpy sound and a flux in the natural state of things, when suddenly there it was. A square blue box with tiny little windows and a pointy roof.
“What the hey?!” I exclaimed.
But M was smitten. “Oh me, oh my. Don’t you know who that is?!”
“Not a clue,” I responded, although I have to admit that my interest was tweaked to the max.
A moment later, the door opened and a tall, handsome drink of water stepped out. Wanting to protect my little brother, I stepped right up and indignantly inquired, “Say, who are you then?”
But M answered for him. “It’s ... it’s ... it’s the Doctor,” he stammered.
“Doctor who?”
“Exactly!”
Huh?
“Perhaps I should explain,” suggested the intruder, who had somehow found his way into our personal space and parked his thingamabob a mere two feet from where we were lying just moments ago.
“I am the Doctor, and I have travelled through time because I need your help.”
While I was contemplating ‘travelled through time’, M was already responding.
“You need our help?”
“Yes,” he replied, apparently surprised we would even question that fact. “Your super sleuthy detectiveness is well known throughout the universe. And I’ve got an interesting problem on another planet that needs a canine perspective.” He let that sink in. “So, will you help?”
And off we went. Hurtling through time and space, all the way to planet Felinity in the Seventh Solar System of the Sylvestris galaxy.
In other words, we should have packed a lunch!
Oh, it was a simple matter — dogs and cats not getting on well — and we settled everything in no time at all.
On the way back, I asked the Doctor why, with all his experience in alienology, he had needed our help.
“Being an alien myself, I can relate to cats, no problem. But dogs — they, you, are an entity that I rarely see in my travels. I figured it was better to go directly to the source than to fizgig around with something I knew little about.”
Given yesterday’s neighbourhood happenings, we completely agreed.
When we safely touched down, we wondered if anyone would have noticed that we were MIA, but the Doctor reassured us we hadn’t aged a bit.
“It’s the beauty of being a Time Lord,” he smirked. “And before I go, I want to say thanks for helping me. I believe this will do the trick.”
M was thinking ‘treat’. I was thinking ‘a blue box all our own’. The Doctor was thinking something way better.
“I understand that you still don’t have a name for your agency.”
“That’s true,” I confessed.
“Well, on my way here, I was thinking about this one — a name that identifies who you are and what you do, all mushed up in a saying that humans and critters understand nicely. And so I give you ... DOG GONE IT!”
I was dumbfounded. M was still thinking ‘treat’.
Dog Gone It. Yes! So obvious and says so much. We are dogs. And our job is to make ‘IT’ gone, be ‘IT’ a problem or a dilemma or an intruder. Perfect!
The Doctor interrupted my musing of the possibilities.
“Right. Gotta go. There’s a nasty matter of Daleks trying to terminate some humans in the 11th century that I have to put a stop to.”
M already had his hand up.
“Not this one, M. Too dangerous for young pups. But I’ll be back for sure.”
And with a nod and a wink, he was gone.
A few moments passed before we even moved.
“Wow!” exclaimed M. “What did you think about that?!”
“Yes, finally a name for our agency — Dog Gone It!”
M was smiling. “No, not that.”
“What then?”
“He called us young!!!!!!!!”
T
A weird timewarpy sound and a flux in the natural state of things, when suddenly there it was. A square blue box with tiny little windows and a pointy roof.
“What the hey?!” I exclaimed.
But M was smitten. “Oh me, oh my. Don’t you know who that is?!”
“Not a clue,” I responded, although I have to admit that my interest was tweaked to the max.
A moment later, the door opened and a tall, handsome drink of water stepped out. Wanting to protect my little brother, I stepped right up and indignantly inquired, “Say, who are you then?”
But M answered for him. “It’s ... it’s ... it’s the Doctor,” he stammered.
“Doctor who?”
“Exactly!”
Huh?
“Perhaps I should explain,” suggested the intruder, who had somehow found his way into our personal space and parked his thingamabob a mere two feet from where we were lying just moments ago.
“I am the Doctor, and I have travelled through time because I need your help.”
While I was contemplating ‘travelled through time’, M was already responding.
“You need our help?”
“Yes,” he replied, apparently surprised we would even question that fact. “Your super sleuthy detectiveness is well known throughout the universe. And I’ve got an interesting problem on another planet that needs a canine perspective.” He let that sink in. “So, will you help?”
And off we went. Hurtling through time and space, all the way to planet Felinity in the Seventh Solar System of the Sylvestris galaxy.
In other words, we should have packed a lunch!
Oh, it was a simple matter — dogs and cats not getting on well — and we settled everything in no time at all.
On the way back, I asked the Doctor why, with all his experience in alienology, he had needed our help.
“Being an alien myself, I can relate to cats, no problem. But dogs — they, you, are an entity that I rarely see in my travels. I figured it was better to go directly to the source than to fizgig around with something I knew little about.”
Given yesterday’s neighbourhood happenings, we completely agreed.
When we safely touched down, we wondered if anyone would have noticed that we were MIA, but the Doctor reassured us we hadn’t aged a bit.
“It’s the beauty of being a Time Lord,” he smirked. “And before I go, I want to say thanks for helping me. I believe this will do the trick.”
M was thinking ‘treat’. I was thinking ‘a blue box all our own’. The Doctor was thinking something way better.
“I understand that you still don’t have a name for your agency.”
“That’s true,” I confessed.
“Well, on my way here, I was thinking about this one — a name that identifies who you are and what you do, all mushed up in a saying that humans and critters understand nicely. And so I give you ... DOG GONE IT!”
I was dumbfounded. M was still thinking ‘treat’.
Dog Gone It. Yes! So obvious and says so much. We are dogs. And our job is to make ‘IT’ gone, be ‘IT’ a problem or a dilemma or an intruder. Perfect!
The Doctor interrupted my musing of the possibilities.
“Right. Gotta go. There’s a nasty matter of Daleks trying to terminate some humans in the 11th century that I have to put a stop to.”
M already had his hand up.
“Not this one, M. Too dangerous for young pups. But I’ll be back for sure.”
And with a nod and a wink, he was gone.
A few moments passed before we even moved.
“Wow!” exclaimed M. “What did you think about that?!”
“Yes, finally a name for our agency — Dog Gone It!”
M was smiling. “No, not that.”
“What then?”
“He called us young!!!!!!!!”
T
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Canine Capers 8
It was mid morning when we heard the ruckus.
Our crow friends were back on the wire, and although we couldn’t really hear what they were saying, it was apparent they were either telling a story, having a fight, or trying to get attention. We couldn’t tell which, but they were doing something in the loudest possible way.
M and I had been happily snoozing up till that point and were not really interested in finding out what they were going on about. But they persisted, and we felt that if we were to have any peace today, there was no choice but to go outside and get the lowdown.
Carli Crow was there with her pals, E. A. and Cheryl. They were looking down at the large ginger cat who lives a few doors down from us. Clearly they were not happy.
“What’s the big problem,” snapped M. Clearly he was not happy either.
“That cat. He’s skulking around.”
“So?” persisted M.
“Well, he looks like a bit of a bully,” they scoffed. “And he walks around as if he owns the place. We think that maybe he’s responsible for some of the strange stuff going on in this neighbourhood.”
I was surprised to hear the crows so insistent, but then M reminded me that one of Cheryl’s babies fell victim to a cat once. Not this particular cat, but a cat, nonetheless.
And then, before anyone else could say anything, the cat spoke up.
“Why do you paint us all with the same brush?”
He looked quite sad, and I felt sorry for him. I know what it’s like to be blamed for something that someone else did. Right, M?!
The cat continued, obviously a bit miffed by the accusation. “I was just out for a walk before it gets too hot.” He lay down and rolled on his back, all innocent like. “I honestly wasn’t looking to bully anyone or do anything mean or scoundrelly. In fact, I’ve actually given all that up — getting old, you know. I’m more into relaxing and reclining these days. I don’t even bother to chase mice, much to my owner’s chagrin!”
He looked rather pleased about his retirement.
The crows, however, looked a bit ashamed of themselves. E. A. looked away and Carli looked up. It was Cheryl who actually spoke.
“We’re sorry, Mr Cat. We didn’t ...”, but the cat interrupted.
“Actually, I think I should apologise for what that other cat did. He was from out of town, no friend of ours, and all of us in this neighbourhood felt bad for you. Will you accept our apology?”
Carli nodded. I think she might have even blushed a little, but we’re not sure how to tell if a crow is blushing.
For the next few minutes, we chatted about all the weird things going on in the neighbourhood and how everyone had pulled together in the past few days to help out. They all seemed excited about our agency — still nameless, but we are working on it.
Later on, M and I were talking about the entire conversation, particularly the ‘painting with the same brush’ thing.
I wondered aloud. “Why don’t we — as in dogs and birds in general, and even a few humans — like cats? From what I’ve seen, unless a dog grows up with a cat, they simply don’t get along. And people tend to be either dog people or cat people, but not often both.”
M nodded, but couldn’t shed much light on the topic. “To be honest, I simply don’t know.” He thought for a minute and then added, “Although I did read once that cats are aliens in disguise, and Harley told me that he heard they were reincarnated celebrities hoping to live like royalty with a whole lot more lives. Now, that I can believe!”
We both laughed. “I guess the only way to find out is to actually take the time to talk to a cat and ask him. Or her.”
What do you think?
T
Our crow friends were back on the wire, and although we couldn’t really hear what they were saying, it was apparent they were either telling a story, having a fight, or trying to get attention. We couldn’t tell which, but they were doing something in the loudest possible way.
M and I had been happily snoozing up till that point and were not really interested in finding out what they were going on about. But they persisted, and we felt that if we were to have any peace today, there was no choice but to go outside and get the lowdown.
Carli Crow was there with her pals, E. A. and Cheryl. They were looking down at the large ginger cat who lives a few doors down from us. Clearly they were not happy.
“What’s the big problem,” snapped M. Clearly he was not happy either.
“That cat. He’s skulking around.”
“So?” persisted M.
“Well, he looks like a bit of a bully,” they scoffed. “And he walks around as if he owns the place. We think that maybe he’s responsible for some of the strange stuff going on in this neighbourhood.”
I was surprised to hear the crows so insistent, but then M reminded me that one of Cheryl’s babies fell victim to a cat once. Not this particular cat, but a cat, nonetheless.
And then, before anyone else could say anything, the cat spoke up.
“Why do you paint us all with the same brush?”
He looked quite sad, and I felt sorry for him. I know what it’s like to be blamed for something that someone else did. Right, M?!
The cat continued, obviously a bit miffed by the accusation. “I was just out for a walk before it gets too hot.” He lay down and rolled on his back, all innocent like. “I honestly wasn’t looking to bully anyone or do anything mean or scoundrelly. In fact, I’ve actually given all that up — getting old, you know. I’m more into relaxing and reclining these days. I don’t even bother to chase mice, much to my owner’s chagrin!”
He looked rather pleased about his retirement.
The crows, however, looked a bit ashamed of themselves. E. A. looked away and Carli looked up. It was Cheryl who actually spoke.
“We’re sorry, Mr Cat. We didn’t ...”, but the cat interrupted.
“Actually, I think I should apologise for what that other cat did. He was from out of town, no friend of ours, and all of us in this neighbourhood felt bad for you. Will you accept our apology?”
Carli nodded. I think she might have even blushed a little, but we’re not sure how to tell if a crow is blushing.
For the next few minutes, we chatted about all the weird things going on in the neighbourhood and how everyone had pulled together in the past few days to help out. They all seemed excited about our agency — still nameless, but we are working on it.
Later on, M and I were talking about the entire conversation, particularly the ‘painting with the same brush’ thing.
I wondered aloud. “Why don’t we — as in dogs and birds in general, and even a few humans — like cats? From what I’ve seen, unless a dog grows up with a cat, they simply don’t get along. And people tend to be either dog people or cat people, but not often both.”
M nodded, but couldn’t shed much light on the topic. “To be honest, I simply don’t know.” He thought for a minute and then added, “Although I did read once that cats are aliens in disguise, and Harley told me that he heard they were reincarnated celebrities hoping to live like royalty with a whole lot more lives. Now, that I can believe!”
We both laughed. “I guess the only way to find out is to actually take the time to talk to a cat and ask him. Or her.”
What do you think?
T
Monday, July 19, 2010
Canine Capers 7
We awoke to business as usual for a Monday. Breakfast, snooze, snack, snooze, lunch. The perfect preparation for an afternoon of scurrying around outside.
For some reason, it was very noisy today — no, not courtesy of that noise — but from lots of sirens whizzing by on the main street. Fortunately, none stopped anywhere near here, and equally fortunate was the complete lack of rain — inside and out.
Eventually heading into the yard with all eyes open for something to investigate, we spied something odd and seemingly out of place.
“What is that growing through the fence?” M pondered.
We took a closer look, but were none the wiser about the apparently rapidly growing leafy thing stuck between our chain link fence — yes, yes, “ours” is only a temporary sentiment — and the neighbour’s tall wooden fence. Adding to the challenge we faced was a corrugated plastic barrier that, from what we heard, has a purpose for down the line. For now, however, it merely served as a safe place from where we could witness the unruly green threat comfortably nestled on its other side.
Given that we have, of course, read the story about the beanstalk, let me say that we were concerned about “our” place being thrust way, way up into the sky, beyond clouds, higher than birds, and having to rely on some kid named Jack to save us. Especially when we had the power to stop things before they got out of hand.
Anyway, after a brief discussion, M and I recognised that there was no way we could get over the fence and down to the source of the potential problem. Instead, we opted to seek out the help of some other critters in the yard.
We spoke to Elisabeth Ladybug and her cohorts Adam Ant and Theodore Spider, all of whom agreed to either climb over, walk through or scurry around the fence maze to get to the source of the oddness. They would then compile their information and report back so we could take appropriate action.
Elisabeth managed to climb over both the chain link fence and the wooden fence where she saw similar growths in evidence in the neighbour’s yarn. After walking through the open link of the first fence, Adam was able to enlist the help of Webster Worm, who, after digging around a bit, reported that the soil in which the growths grew was very well aerated and the roots shallow and weak. Theodore carefully climbed one of the growths in question, webbed it up, and brought back a sample.
When we had all regrouped, we discussed the findings. Clearly, this was not an anomaly, but merely a repeated event in at least two backyards in the neighbourhood. The soil in which the leafy things were growing was too well aerated to support any kind of giant tree. And the things themselves were not likely to grow very big since they were obviously weak in stature, with shallow roots and spindly stalks.
The verdict?
Weeds. Just your good old common garden-variety weeds — albeit quite a few of them.
If we could, we would have peed on all the invaders to kill them dead. But hopefully we can bring them to Jenny and Leon’s attention so they can take care of the weeds themselves. After all, why should they rely on us for everything?!
T
For some reason, it was very noisy today — no, not courtesy of that noise — but from lots of sirens whizzing by on the main street. Fortunately, none stopped anywhere near here, and equally fortunate was the complete lack of rain — inside and out.
Eventually heading into the yard with all eyes open for something to investigate, we spied something odd and seemingly out of place.
“What is that growing through the fence?” M pondered.
We took a closer look, but were none the wiser about the apparently rapidly growing leafy thing stuck between our chain link fence — yes, yes, “ours” is only a temporary sentiment — and the neighbour’s tall wooden fence. Adding to the challenge we faced was a corrugated plastic barrier that, from what we heard, has a purpose for down the line. For now, however, it merely served as a safe place from where we could witness the unruly green threat comfortably nestled on its other side.
Given that we have, of course, read the story about the beanstalk, let me say that we were concerned about “our” place being thrust way, way up into the sky, beyond clouds, higher than birds, and having to rely on some kid named Jack to save us. Especially when we had the power to stop things before they got out of hand.
Anyway, after a brief discussion, M and I recognised that there was no way we could get over the fence and down to the source of the potential problem. Instead, we opted to seek out the help of some other critters in the yard.
We spoke to Elisabeth Ladybug and her cohorts Adam Ant and Theodore Spider, all of whom agreed to either climb over, walk through or scurry around the fence maze to get to the source of the oddness. They would then compile their information and report back so we could take appropriate action.
Elisabeth managed to climb over both the chain link fence and the wooden fence where she saw similar growths in evidence in the neighbour’s yarn. After walking through the open link of the first fence, Adam was able to enlist the help of Webster Worm, who, after digging around a bit, reported that the soil in which the growths grew was very well aerated and the roots shallow and weak. Theodore carefully climbed one of the growths in question, webbed it up, and brought back a sample.
When we had all regrouped, we discussed the findings. Clearly, this was not an anomaly, but merely a repeated event in at least two backyards in the neighbourhood. The soil in which the leafy things were growing was too well aerated to support any kind of giant tree. And the things themselves were not likely to grow very big since they were obviously weak in stature, with shallow roots and spindly stalks.
The verdict?
Weeds. Just your good old common garden-variety weeds — albeit quite a few of them.
If we could, we would have peed on all the invaders to kill them dead. But hopefully we can bring them to Jenny and Leon’s attention so they can take care of the weeds themselves. After all, why should they rely on us for everything?!
T
Canine Capers 6
Today was the quietest day so far, and a little unexpected, to say the least.
After a long morning walk, we were left to our own devices for several hours. Thank goodness! All that cooking and cleaning and tidying up they were doing before they left was dizzying and quite disturbing for M and me.
“Let sleeping dogs lie,” I muttered under my breath.
They did, and we did, so it was all good.
Shortly after they left, while checking every nook and cranny for something to do, M discovered that the door had been left open.
“Wow, that’s a mistake,” he exclaimed, with a gleeful mischievousness in his voice.
And before we knew it, we were outside, way away from where we had begun.
I knew the area. It was the great big open park at the very top of our street, just south of the airport. And I, for one, was happy to be free. Running through the dandelions and the lush grass, leash free, our legs going as fast as they could, our ears and fur blown back in a way that made us look slick and handsome.
At one point, we saw a group of young kids coming in the other direction.
“Do you think they want to play?” asked M.
“It’s doesn’t matter,” I replied. “We have something more important to do.”
Somehow, we found our way to the pet store where there were loads of treats and toys on the top shelf. I tried to reach up, and was suddenly confronted by a large man who asked, “Are you going to pay for that?”
M checked his pockets, which were empty, and we looked at each other before hightailing it out of there.
Once outside, to our surprise, we were in a garden store, standing in front of the gnome section.
“What are we doing here?” I asked incredulously. “Don’t we have enough of these at home?”
But M wasn’t listening. He was staring at me, and then past me at the trees in the corner. It was quite a while before he said anything.
“I don’t think this is right,” he declared. “Those trees are too tall.”
I turned just in time to see the Ficus trees begin to move in our direction.
“Can trees hear?” was the last thing I remember saying before we turned around and ran along the bank of the river. It was good to feel the fresh air in our faces once again.
Overhead, the dark and angry clouds that had been gathering all day were now completely shielding the sun from view.
“I think we should have brought umbrellas,” despaired M. “There’s no shelter anywhere.”
“Too late anyway,” I cried as the skies opened up. But to my amazement, the raindrops were not as one might expect, and I rubbed my eyes in disbelief.
It took a few moments for me to figure out what was going on.
“M!” I bawled. “Quick! Wake up! We have something more important to do!”
And there it was, folks. We super sleuthy detective dogs had deduced that it was raining, in fact pouring, but not in any way you might expect.
No, the door had not been left open, we had not been outside, we had not visited all those places nor run wild and free in the dandelion field.
We had simply fallen asleep and dreamed it all, only to be rudely awoken when one of us — and I’m not saying which one — fell asleep next to the water bowl and accidentally tipped it over, sending water up over and under us, soaking us to the core.
“Come on, M,” I suggested. “We’d better dry off, or when those people come home, they are going to think we've been up to something!”
T
After a long morning walk, we were left to our own devices for several hours. Thank goodness! All that cooking and cleaning and tidying up they were doing before they left was dizzying and quite disturbing for M and me.
“Let sleeping dogs lie,” I muttered under my breath.
They did, and we did, so it was all good.
Shortly after they left, while checking every nook and cranny for something to do, M discovered that the door had been left open.
“Wow, that’s a mistake,” he exclaimed, with a gleeful mischievousness in his voice.
And before we knew it, we were outside, way away from where we had begun.
I knew the area. It was the great big open park at the very top of our street, just south of the airport. And I, for one, was happy to be free. Running through the dandelions and the lush grass, leash free, our legs going as fast as they could, our ears and fur blown back in a way that made us look slick and handsome.
At one point, we saw a group of young kids coming in the other direction.
“Do you think they want to play?” asked M.
“It’s doesn’t matter,” I replied. “We have something more important to do.”
Somehow, we found our way to the pet store where there were loads of treats and toys on the top shelf. I tried to reach up, and was suddenly confronted by a large man who asked, “Are you going to pay for that?”
M checked his pockets, which were empty, and we looked at each other before hightailing it out of there.
Once outside, to our surprise, we were in a garden store, standing in front of the gnome section.
“What are we doing here?” I asked incredulously. “Don’t we have enough of these at home?”
But M wasn’t listening. He was staring at me, and then past me at the trees in the corner. It was quite a while before he said anything.
“I don’t think this is right,” he declared. “Those trees are too tall.”
I turned just in time to see the Ficus trees begin to move in our direction.
“Can trees hear?” was the last thing I remember saying before we turned around and ran along the bank of the river. It was good to feel the fresh air in our faces once again.
Overhead, the dark and angry clouds that had been gathering all day were now completely shielding the sun from view.
“I think we should have brought umbrellas,” despaired M. “There’s no shelter anywhere.”
“Too late anyway,” I cried as the skies opened up. But to my amazement, the raindrops were not as one might expect, and I rubbed my eyes in disbelief.
It took a few moments for me to figure out what was going on.
“M!” I bawled. “Quick! Wake up! We have something more important to do!”
And there it was, folks. We super sleuthy detective dogs had deduced that it was raining, in fact pouring, but not in any way you might expect.
No, the door had not been left open, we had not been outside, we had not visited all those places nor run wild and free in the dandelion field.
We had simply fallen asleep and dreamed it all, only to be rudely awoken when one of us — and I’m not saying which one — fell asleep next to the water bowl and accidentally tipped it over, sending water up over and under us, soaking us to the core.
“Come on, M,” I suggested. “We’d better dry off, or when those people come home, they are going to think we've been up to something!”
T
Friday, July 16, 2010
Canine Capers 5
There’s a strange thing going on in our neighbourhood.
A funny noise — actually, a noisy noise — every now and then coming from somewhere across the street.
And given our success yesterday with the animal grapevine, M and I thought we would see who was around today to help in our investigation.
First things first, though. M has been so busy the last few days trying to come up with a name for the agency that he completely forgot to eat. Well, to eat his real food, but apparently not so busy for his treats. That man at the end of his leash would not have been impressed!
Anyway, today he decided that he needed to get back on track so he could keep up with the pace of our expanding business — and he scoffed down his breakfast like there was none tomorrow.
After we had our post-breakfast snooze, Jenny let us outside — although I’m sure we’re smart enough to let ourselves outside, thank you very much! — and we stayed out there while getting our grapevine together.
Madam Dragonfly was our first visitor. She landed right on M’s nose, much to his chagrin, before she settled on the neighbour’s fence.
“What are you two up to today?” she inquired. (Ladies don’t ask, they inquire.)
M spoke first. “We want to find out where that noise is coming from.”
“What noise?”
“Well, you can’t hear it now, but you will later on, and then we’re going to find out what it is.”
“And what are you going to do about it?”
“Put a stop to it!”
That M. Always with his pie-in-the-sky ambitions, although I have to admit, it would be nice to somehow silence that infernal noise.
“Can I help?” offered Madam Dragonfly, with a gentle flutter of her glorious transparent wings.
And before either M or I could answer, she added, “I have to meet some mosquitoes for lunch, but I’ll come back as soon as I hear the noise.”
Now, that’s what I call a plan!
Before long, we had our grapevine in place — Sammy Sparrow, Claude Squirrel, our friend Alice Bunny, Carli Crow and, of course, Madam Dragonfly. And then we sat back (actually, M and I snoozed) and waited ....
And waited ....
And waited ....
But nothing happened. No noise. How very disappointing!
Or maybe knowing that there was a plan to stop it was enough to scare the noise from ever happening again. Now, there’s a nice thought.
Oh well. At least we have a team in place if the noise decides to disrupt our lovely little neighbourhood again.
It’s been a long day — time to hit the hay. Waiting for danger that never comes is certainly an exhausting pursuit!
T
A funny noise — actually, a noisy noise — every now and then coming from somewhere across the street.
And given our success yesterday with the animal grapevine, M and I thought we would see who was around today to help in our investigation.
First things first, though. M has been so busy the last few days trying to come up with a name for the agency that he completely forgot to eat. Well, to eat his real food, but apparently not so busy for his treats. That man at the end of his leash would not have been impressed!
Anyway, today he decided that he needed to get back on track so he could keep up with the pace of our expanding business — and he scoffed down his breakfast like there was none tomorrow.
After we had our post-breakfast snooze, Jenny let us outside — although I’m sure we’re smart enough to let ourselves outside, thank you very much! — and we stayed out there while getting our grapevine together.
Madam Dragonfly was our first visitor. She landed right on M’s nose, much to his chagrin, before she settled on the neighbour’s fence.
“What are you two up to today?” she inquired. (Ladies don’t ask, they inquire.)
M spoke first. “We want to find out where that noise is coming from.”
“What noise?”
“Well, you can’t hear it now, but you will later on, and then we’re going to find out what it is.”
“And what are you going to do about it?”
“Put a stop to it!”
That M. Always with his pie-in-the-sky ambitions, although I have to admit, it would be nice to somehow silence that infernal noise.
“Can I help?” offered Madam Dragonfly, with a gentle flutter of her glorious transparent wings.
And before either M or I could answer, she added, “I have to meet some mosquitoes for lunch, but I’ll come back as soon as I hear the noise.”
Now, that’s what I call a plan!
Before long, we had our grapevine in place — Sammy Sparrow, Claude Squirrel, our friend Alice Bunny, Carli Crow and, of course, Madam Dragonfly. And then we sat back (actually, M and I snoozed) and waited ....
And waited ....
And waited ....
But nothing happened. No noise. How very disappointing!
Or maybe knowing that there was a plan to stop it was enough to scare the noise from ever happening again. Now, there’s a nice thought.
Oh well. At least we have a team in place if the noise decides to disrupt our lovely little neighbourhood again.
It’s been a long day — time to hit the hay. Waiting for danger that never comes is certainly an exhausting pursuit!
T
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Canine Capers 4
After a good night's rest, we were keen to get outside and see what was going on in our neighbourhood. Yes, we're still trying to decide on a name for our agency, but no time for that when there's sleuthing to do.
Before long, there was a knock at the door, and suddenly we were looking up at two tall people and two short people. M, of course, took off in the other direction, intent on doing his best to steer clear of the approaching hands that he knew were coming his way. I, of course, tried to leap right into their arms and get as many hugs as possible.
At first it didn't seem like there was anything for us to do, other than stay out of the way and stay as close as possible. Then, almost by accident, we saw the littlest of the four trying to scramble her way onto the chair.
Suddenly, M growled. "One of the chair legs has caught the corner of the carpet and it's starting to tilt!"
I barked, and together, we successfully got the attention of the tallest of the four, who scurried over to whisk the little mountain climber to safety.
Phew!
That was exciting enough, but what happened next was most surprising.
After the four left, we got on the Internet where we read that a few days ago, Isis, one of the Peregrine falcons in the Radisson Nest Box, did a crash-n-burn when she took her first flight. That made us sad and we wanted to find out how she was doing.
"This is something for the birds," I suggested.
So, we went outside again and enlisted the help of three crows sitting on the overhead wires in the back lane.
"Hey, you three," called M. "Can you do us a favour?"
Immediately, they came up with a plan to help us out. Carli Crow led the way as the three of them took flight. She called out to us over her left wing: "It's only a few miles as the crow flies, so we should be back with an answer for you in no time at all."
From what we found out later, the three flew as far as Route 90, where Carli asked her friend Jonathan Bee to buzz his way to Arlington. There he met Harriet Rabbit and asked her to hop as far as Spence Street, where she conveyed the mission to Darcy Dog. Darcy went as far as he could before flagging down a passing butterfly — oops, forgot to get her name — who agreed to go directly to the source — Isis' mother, Princess.
The relay worked equally well in return, and within the hour we had our answer. Isis had been scooped up by the concerned humans and taken to rehab where she was checked out. All was well and she was released, rejoining her siblings at the nest where they underwent intensive flying therapy.
Double phew!
Hard to beat a day like that, but as I always say, don't count your chickens before they hatch!
T
Before long, there was a knock at the door, and suddenly we were looking up at two tall people and two short people. M, of course, took off in the other direction, intent on doing his best to steer clear of the approaching hands that he knew were coming his way. I, of course, tried to leap right into their arms and get as many hugs as possible.
At first it didn't seem like there was anything for us to do, other than stay out of the way and stay as close as possible. Then, almost by accident, we saw the littlest of the four trying to scramble her way onto the chair.
Suddenly, M growled. "One of the chair legs has caught the corner of the carpet and it's starting to tilt!"
I barked, and together, we successfully got the attention of the tallest of the four, who scurried over to whisk the little mountain climber to safety.
Phew!
That was exciting enough, but what happened next was most surprising.
After the four left, we got on the Internet where we read that a few days ago, Isis, one of the Peregrine falcons in the Radisson Nest Box, did a crash-n-burn when she took her first flight. That made us sad and we wanted to find out how she was doing.
"This is something for the birds," I suggested.
So, we went outside again and enlisted the help of three crows sitting on the overhead wires in the back lane.
"Hey, you three," called M. "Can you do us a favour?"
Immediately, they came up with a plan to help us out. Carli Crow led the way as the three of them took flight. She called out to us over her left wing: "It's only a few miles as the crow flies, so we should be back with an answer for you in no time at all."
From what we found out later, the three flew as far as Route 90, where Carli asked her friend Jonathan Bee to buzz his way to Arlington. There he met Harriet Rabbit and asked her to hop as far as Spence Street, where she conveyed the mission to Darcy Dog. Darcy went as far as he could before flagging down a passing butterfly — oops, forgot to get her name — who agreed to go directly to the source — Isis' mother, Princess.
The relay worked equally well in return, and within the hour we had our answer. Isis had been scooped up by the concerned humans and taken to rehab where she was checked out. All was well and she was released, rejoining her siblings at the nest where they underwent intensive flying therapy.
Double phew!
Hard to beat a day like that, but as I always say, don't count your chickens before they hatch!
T
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Canine Capers 3
It was a home day yesterday, and with the promise of rain at some point, we were happy to stay inside and relax.
Jenny had a busy day doing all sorts of things, and then someone came to help her get some newsletters ready for the mail. M wasn't happy - he doesn't like strangers dropping by without warning, but we survived unscathed, so I guess it was all right.
And just when we were thinking that it was going to be an uneventful day, turned out it was.
Hey, even super sleuthy detective dogs need a day off!
T
Jenny had a busy day doing all sorts of things, and then someone came to help her get some newsletters ready for the mail. M wasn't happy - he doesn't like strangers dropping by without warning, but we survived unscathed, so I guess it was all right.
And just when we were thinking that it was going to be an uneventful day, turned out it was.
Hey, even super sleuthy detective dogs need a day off!
T
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Canine Capers 2
This detective business is fantastic fun! You never know what's going to happen.
Yesterday, we went out into the yard again - the weather is so incredible right now, who wants to be indoors! Anyway, M - that's code for Mojo - heard a crying voice somewhere in the yard.
"Do you hear that, T?" (Code for ... okay, you get the picture.)
"Yes, it seems to be coming from the back deck."
Together, we quietly creeped along the edge of the house and peeked around the corner. To our surprise, there, huddled against the downpipe, was a little baby rabbit. She didn't see us right away because she was too busy crying, and we decided to wait a bit so we wouldn't scare her.
A few minutes later, M spoke up.
"Hey, little bunny. What's the matter?"
She looked up, and she looked scared.
"I want my mommy!" and then she promptly burst into tears again.
My first thought was, damned cats! They've caught and killed the mom and left this little one all alone. So, I gently asked where her mom was.
"She's at home," she replied between sniffles.
Relieved, I then asked, "So, why aren't you home with her?"
"I was, but I went outside to play and ended up getting lost. I was having so much fun exploring that I didn't watch where I was going. And now I can't find the way back."
At that point, M asked her name, and she smiled a little as she said, "Alice". Then, when we told her that we were friendly detective dogs and would help her find the way back, she brightened up and clapped her tiny front feet together. I think she was happy we were small like her and not at all big and prowly like cats.
Lucky for Alice, with M and me on the hunt, so to speak, we were able to find the trail that would lead her home in no time at all.
"Over here, under the tree in the back corner!" yelled M. "I can see the way through the fence and under the neighbour's shed."
Without waiting for another word, Alice hopped over to where M and I were pointing our paws in the right direction. She was so very happy, and gave us a big smile as she disappeared down the rabbit hole.
And that was the start of a very different story altogether ....
T
Yesterday, we went out into the yard again - the weather is so incredible right now, who wants to be indoors! Anyway, M - that's code for Mojo - heard a crying voice somewhere in the yard.
"Do you hear that, T?" (Code for ... okay, you get the picture.)
"Yes, it seems to be coming from the back deck."
Together, we quietly creeped along the edge of the house and peeked around the corner. To our surprise, there, huddled against the downpipe, was a little baby rabbit. She didn't see us right away because she was too busy crying, and we decided to wait a bit so we wouldn't scare her.
A few minutes later, M spoke up.
"Hey, little bunny. What's the matter?"
She looked up, and she looked scared.
"I want my mommy!" and then she promptly burst into tears again.
My first thought was, damned cats! They've caught and killed the mom and left this little one all alone. So, I gently asked where her mom was.
"She's at home," she replied between sniffles.
Relieved, I then asked, "So, why aren't you home with her?"
"I was, but I went outside to play and ended up getting lost. I was having so much fun exploring that I didn't watch where I was going. And now I can't find the way back."
At that point, M asked her name, and she smiled a little as she said, "Alice". Then, when we told her that we were friendly detective dogs and would help her find the way back, she brightened up and clapped her tiny front feet together. I think she was happy we were small like her and not at all big and prowly like cats.
Lucky for Alice, with M and me on the hunt, so to speak, we were able to find the trail that would lead her home in no time at all.
"Over here, under the tree in the back corner!" yelled M. "I can see the way through the fence and under the neighbour's shed."
Without waiting for another word, Alice hopped over to where M and I were pointing our paws in the right direction. She was so very happy, and gave us a big smile as she disappeared down the rabbit hole.
And that was the start of a very different story altogether ....
T
Monday, July 12, 2010
Canine Capers 1
Bored now!
Been here, done that. Sleeping, walking, sleeping, eating, sleeping, pats, cuddles, play, sleeping ... blah, blah, blah. Yep, we're so bored, I sat at the back fence all afternoon Saturday watching the world go by. And Mojo can't even be bothered to pee inside. Not so far, at least.
Anyway, on Saturday night, we sat up till late trying to figure out how the heck we are going to enjoy our stay here. And although we were unsuccessful in coming to any conclusion whatsoever, fate and happenstance saved the day.
On Sunday, we were outside, me relaxing in the shade at the back fence, Mojo sunning himself on the lush, green grass. Up walked two dogs - both bigger than us, one black, the other black, tan and white, wearing collars, and the latter one, the smaller of the two, still with his leash attached.
"How very odd," remarked Mojo.
We asked them why they were walking around without their humans, and they said they were out with their human - both owned by the same person, apparently - when he suddenly disappeared. They were looking for him in the back lane.
Then Jenny came outside, and saw them talking to us. She spoke nicely to them, but they turned and walked away. We wished them luck, and off they went.
Jenny was very concerned and went looking to see if anyone was calling out for their dogs. Then Leon came outside, and she told him, "I'm worried about two dogs that were wandering alone in the back lane. They could get hurt, or worse. I think we should go for a walk and see if we can find them and/or their owners."
And that got me and Moj thinking.
All sorts of weird things happen in our neighbourhood. Usually cats are to blame, but sometimes it's all left unexplained, with no one held accountable and outcomes not revealed.
Ah ha! An instant cure for our boredom! WE will sort out the weird things. WE will hold people accountable. WE will make sure everyone knows what happened. And WE will start with the two lost dogs.
Not that they knew it, but we let Jenny and Leon team up with us on our rescue mission. We looked everywhere, sniffing markers along the way to see what we could find out. And then, partway down the front street, we saw them, joyfully reunited with their owner. I yelled out to him, "You better not let that happen again!" and then we walked around, very proud of ourselves, before going home.
Okay, so perhaps not as boring as we thought - as long as the weird stuff keeps happening. But I have a feeling it's going to keep us very busy for the next two weeks. Maybe we'll even open our own agency, but got to think of a name first ....
Stay tuned!
Tika
Been here, done that. Sleeping, walking, sleeping, eating, sleeping, pats, cuddles, play, sleeping ... blah, blah, blah. Yep, we're so bored, I sat at the back fence all afternoon Saturday watching the world go by. And Mojo can't even be bothered to pee inside. Not so far, at least.
Anyway, on Saturday night, we sat up till late trying to figure out how the heck we are going to enjoy our stay here. And although we were unsuccessful in coming to any conclusion whatsoever, fate and happenstance saved the day.
On Sunday, we were outside, me relaxing in the shade at the back fence, Mojo sunning himself on the lush, green grass. Up walked two dogs - both bigger than us, one black, the other black, tan and white, wearing collars, and the latter one, the smaller of the two, still with his leash attached.
"How very odd," remarked Mojo.
We asked them why they were walking around without their humans, and they said they were out with their human - both owned by the same person, apparently - when he suddenly disappeared. They were looking for him in the back lane.
Then Jenny came outside, and saw them talking to us. She spoke nicely to them, but they turned and walked away. We wished them luck, and off they went.
Jenny was very concerned and went looking to see if anyone was calling out for their dogs. Then Leon came outside, and she told him, "I'm worried about two dogs that were wandering alone in the back lane. They could get hurt, or worse. I think we should go for a walk and see if we can find them and/or their owners."
And that got me and Moj thinking.
All sorts of weird things happen in our neighbourhood. Usually cats are to blame, but sometimes it's all left unexplained, with no one held accountable and outcomes not revealed.
Ah ha! An instant cure for our boredom! WE will sort out the weird things. WE will hold people accountable. WE will make sure everyone knows what happened. And WE will start with the two lost dogs.
Not that they knew it, but we let Jenny and Leon team up with us on our rescue mission. We looked everywhere, sniffing markers along the way to see what we could find out. And then, partway down the front street, we saw them, joyfully reunited with their owner. I yelled out to him, "You better not let that happen again!" and then we walked around, very proud of ourselves, before going home.
Okay, so perhaps not as boring as we thought - as long as the weird stuff keeps happening. But I have a feeling it's going to keep us very busy for the next two weeks. Maybe we'll even open our own agency, but got to think of a name first ....
Stay tuned!
Tika
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Done and done-r
Yes, yes, I can hear you now ... "Why are you writing this so long after the fact?" Well, the truth of the matter is that we were too busy enjoying the weekend and preparing for our return to home, and we completely forgot there was one more blog pending. And you simply can't leave a blog pending, now can you, so here it is ....
Saturday was big 'sleep in' day. We had two breakfasts - one at 5:30 am and the second at 8:30 am. Snacks ensued during the morning, which otherwise proved to be quite uneventful.
Jenny and Leon spent the afternoon cleaning, washing, and clearing things out and away, and it was our pleasure to sit back and watch it all happen. Then, as expected, we went off for our walk and met a few more friends along the way - Saturday is definitely when every man and his dog goes walking. Just as well for us because we love scurrying along and then stopping to chat with anyone who passes us by.
That evening, we were alone for a while, during which time Mojo and I made plans for the return home. We knew Mum was landing in Winnipeg around noon the next day, and we wanted to be ready.
So Sunday meant no sleep in for anyone. We made sure those lazy bones were up bright and early because we wanted breakfast as soon as humanly possible before a nice long last-time-around-the-neighbourhood walk. And then we simply waited at the Retreat for Mum to arrive ... which she did via the same route we took when we arrived here 15 days ago!
Oh, and what a joyful reunion it was, complete with lots of leaping and barking and crazy running around. But here's the thing.
Yes, it was fun to stay at Rover's Retreat again. Yes, it was great to see Mum again. Yes, it was wonderful to finally head back home where we truly belong. All of that fantastic, but the best was still to come - the reception we got from Harley and Copper who raced to the side fence and intently watched us reacquaint ourselves with our home, sweet home. Gosh, we missed you guys - thanks for remembering us!
So there you have it. Another chapter closed. And as they say, been there done that - again!
Signing off,
Tika and Mojo xx
Saturday was big 'sleep in' day. We had two breakfasts - one at 5:30 am and the second at 8:30 am. Snacks ensued during the morning, which otherwise proved to be quite uneventful.
Jenny and Leon spent the afternoon cleaning, washing, and clearing things out and away, and it was our pleasure to sit back and watch it all happen. Then, as expected, we went off for our walk and met a few more friends along the way - Saturday is definitely when every man and his dog goes walking. Just as well for us because we love scurrying along and then stopping to chat with anyone who passes us by.
That evening, we were alone for a while, during which time Mojo and I made plans for the return home. We knew Mum was landing in Winnipeg around noon the next day, and we wanted to be ready.
So Sunday meant no sleep in for anyone. We made sure those lazy bones were up bright and early because we wanted breakfast as soon as humanly possible before a nice long last-time-around-the-neighbourhood walk. And then we simply waited at the Retreat for Mum to arrive ... which she did via the same route we took when we arrived here 15 days ago!
Oh, and what a joyful reunion it was, complete with lots of leaping and barking and crazy running around. But here's the thing.
Yes, it was fun to stay at Rover's Retreat again. Yes, it was great to see Mum again. Yes, it was wonderful to finally head back home where we truly belong. All of that fantastic, but the best was still to come - the reception we got from Harley and Copper who raced to the side fence and intently watched us reacquaint ourselves with our home, sweet home. Gosh, we missed you guys - thanks for remembering us!
So there you have it. Another chapter closed. And as they say, been there done that - again!
Signing off,
Tika and Mojo xx
Friday, April 23, 2010
Adventureland
The last three days have been spent enjoying the sunshine. Beautiful weather, lots of opportunity to romp and play, and our daily walks have taken us on all sorts of adventures.
Mostly to the same places, although it's like we've never been to them before. Short memories, perhaps, but I think we are simply happy going anywhere anytime.
Sometimes people stop to say hi. Like the little girl we saw walking with her mum. If you thought Mojo was hyper, you should have seen this little girl. She was running along and then stopped when she saw us. Her mum said, "Ask if you can pat them first", which she did, and I let her say hi. She was very happy and I was very good, so it all worked out perfectly.
Mojo didn't want to play with the girl - I think the hyperness spooked him - but he went right up to the mum, although not long enough for her to pat him. It was lots of fun.
And then yesterday, we met Shadow. She lives right across the street from here, but she was out walking when we met her. Again, Mojo took the high road, and Shadow and I tried to talk ... er, growl at each other. It was fine 'cause we had never met before, but Jenny knew her and they talked quite a bit. Jenny told the man how much Shadow looked like Sydney - I think Jenny still misses Sydney a lot.
Over the past week, we've been ogled at by older people walking by, little kids in strollers, and a few dogs going in the opposite direction - mostly big ones, which makes us glad they ate before they went out walking.
Anyway, the weather has been perfect for outdoor adventures, and we've had some great ones. Can you believe it's only two sleeps till one of you come home? We wish you were both coming home, but we will wait patiently for that to happen.
Tika and Mojo xxxxx
Mostly to the same places, although it's like we've never been to them before. Short memories, perhaps, but I think we are simply happy going anywhere anytime.
Sometimes people stop to say hi. Like the little girl we saw walking with her mum. If you thought Mojo was hyper, you should have seen this little girl. She was running along and then stopped when she saw us. Her mum said, "Ask if you can pat them first", which she did, and I let her say hi. She was very happy and I was very good, so it all worked out perfectly.
Mojo didn't want to play with the girl - I think the hyperness spooked him - but he went right up to the mum, although not long enough for her to pat him. It was lots of fun.
And then yesterday, we met Shadow. She lives right across the street from here, but she was out walking when we met her. Again, Mojo took the high road, and Shadow and I tried to talk ... er, growl at each other. It was fine 'cause we had never met before, but Jenny knew her and they talked quite a bit. Jenny told the man how much Shadow looked like Sydney - I think Jenny still misses Sydney a lot.
Over the past week, we've been ogled at by older people walking by, little kids in strollers, and a few dogs going in the opposite direction - mostly big ones, which makes us glad they ate before they went out walking.
Anyway, the weather has been perfect for outdoor adventures, and we've had some great ones. Can you believe it's only two sleeps till one of you come home? We wish you were both coming home, but we will wait patiently for that to happen.
Tika and Mojo xxxxx
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Spring in our step
Ah, there is nothing like it. Spring, between the intolerable slush and the scorching sun, with its cool nights and balmy temperatures, its clear skies and forgotten sounds, with its ... hey, wait a minute. Am I waxing poetic? Must be the result of hanging around a writer.
Okay, back to reality. Spent lots of time yesterday exploring the backyard and finding the best spots to rest a while. It sure is quiet during the day, with everyone working or in school, and it not being garbage day. And it's fun being outside - you never know who is going to visit.
We had the opportunity to catch up with Mikey from down the street, and we heard Dingo and Harley and Copper going all protecto mode - damn good for the neighbourhood, those three. But as much fun as the yard is, there's nothing better than when we go walking in the late afternoon.
Always something new to see and sniff and say 'ruff' to. We usually meet at least one other dog out walking, or we at least get to find out which way they went. One thing smarter about dogs than people - the calling cards we leave, a lot, along the way. I don't know how people get around without them.
And Mojo and I are intrigued by how surprised Jenny and Leon are that we don't pick up any tidbits as we walk. Well, duh! You don't know where they came from and you'll never know where they've been. Besides, why eat that stuff when we have delicious homemade meals waiting for us when we get home.
Speaking of which, supplies are lasting well. Think we'll be good until you come home. But don't think of that as a leave pass to stay longer. We miss you and can't wait to hear all about your holiday.
Love Tika-lee and Mojo-moo
Okay, back to reality. Spent lots of time yesterday exploring the backyard and finding the best spots to rest a while. It sure is quiet during the day, with everyone working or in school, and it not being garbage day. And it's fun being outside - you never know who is going to visit.
We had the opportunity to catch up with Mikey from down the street, and we heard Dingo and Harley and Copper going all protecto mode - damn good for the neighbourhood, those three. But as much fun as the yard is, there's nothing better than when we go walking in the late afternoon.
Always something new to see and sniff and say 'ruff' to. We usually meet at least one other dog out walking, or we at least get to find out which way they went. One thing smarter about dogs than people - the calling cards we leave, a lot, along the way. I don't know how people get around without them.
And Mojo and I are intrigued by how surprised Jenny and Leon are that we don't pick up any tidbits as we walk. Well, duh! You don't know where they came from and you'll never know where they've been. Besides, why eat that stuff when we have delicious homemade meals waiting for us when we get home.
Speaking of which, supplies are lasting well. Think we'll be good until you come home. But don't think of that as a leave pass to stay longer. We miss you and can't wait to hear all about your holiday.
Love Tika-lee and Mojo-moo
Monday, April 19, 2010
Curiouser and curiouser
Beautiful day, the sun shining, the wind still. Perfect day for a walk to the recycling bins.
Off we set, revelling in the early start and the quiet neighbourhood. It's not a long walk, and fortunately neither Mojo nor I had to carry the shredded paper. Jenny doesn't want to put it in the blue bins in case it all blows away - although then, I suppose, she wouldn't have to carry it all the way to the recycling bins on Ness. Oh well.
The trip there was non eventful, but on the way, something curious happened.
A short distance from the bins, Mojo started to limp. His back left leg. Leon thought Moj had something in his foot, but upon closer inspection, all seemed okay. Then Leon thought it was perhaps because Moj's nails were too long, and we moved across the road so we could all walk on the grass - except Leon and Jenny who stayed walking on the pavement.
And then something even more curious happened. After a few minutes, I started limping - same leg, same way as Mojo. Both of our 'problem' feet were inspected, with no obvious signs of anything being wrong. Five minutes later, when the problem hadn't righted itself, our handlers asked each other if perhaps they should carry us all the way home ... but while they were debating their options, Mojo and I started walking normally again.
Curiouser and curiouser.
Too bad. Being carried home would have been nice - for us, at least. But I have to say, I was as befuddled as they were. Still, none of us have any idea what was going on, but when talking later, Mojo and I wondered if it was some form of sympathetic limping - or merely a pathetic attempt to get some extra attention.
Any votes on either scenario?
Love Tika and Mojo xx
Off we set, revelling in the early start and the quiet neighbourhood. It's not a long walk, and fortunately neither Mojo nor I had to carry the shredded paper. Jenny doesn't want to put it in the blue bins in case it all blows away - although then, I suppose, she wouldn't have to carry it all the way to the recycling bins on Ness. Oh well.
The trip there was non eventful, but on the way, something curious happened.
A short distance from the bins, Mojo started to limp. His back left leg. Leon thought Moj had something in his foot, but upon closer inspection, all seemed okay. Then Leon thought it was perhaps because Moj's nails were too long, and we moved across the road so we could all walk on the grass - except Leon and Jenny who stayed walking on the pavement.
And then something even more curious happened. After a few minutes, I started limping - same leg, same way as Mojo. Both of our 'problem' feet were inspected, with no obvious signs of anything being wrong. Five minutes later, when the problem hadn't righted itself, our handlers asked each other if perhaps they should carry us all the way home ... but while they were debating their options, Mojo and I started walking normally again.
Curiouser and curiouser.
Too bad. Being carried home would have been nice - for us, at least. But I have to say, I was as befuddled as they were. Still, none of us have any idea what was going on, but when talking later, Mojo and I wondered if it was some form of sympathetic limping - or merely a pathetic attempt to get some extra attention.
Any votes on either scenario?
Love Tika and Mojo xx
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Spooky
Okay, so here's the thing. The wind has only now stopped after blowing like crazy across the Prairies for three days. That made us crazy enough while we were out walking, but now my bowl is acting all spooky.
The last two nights, while I've been eating, the bowl has jumped a little bit and made such a noise that I had to run away and hide. Not even when Mojo set off to claim my leftovers as his own did I return to the scene of the spookiness. We tried everything, but to no avail. Until finally we found a spot on the carpet where it doesn't jump and spook me, so hope that's the end of that.
But I am not the only recipient of the eerie goings on around here. Yesterday, the unthinkable happened. Mojo finished off the entire bowl of dry food! All by himself! Without any prompting whatsoever! And he repeated his performance today! And both times several hours after eating dinner! What's up with that?
I tell you, spooky times here, but as long as we don't have to deal with all that windy weather, which makes us walk funny, act skittish, and temporarily turn around and walk in the opposite direction, then I guess we can handle anything else that comes our way.
On a final funny note, every time we walk down the street, Mojo picks up pace and races into our yard. Then he won't leave, despite Leon's prompting and even though the world is there waiting for us to discover it. Silly boy.
But no complaining about the walks. Really enjoying the spring weather. Hope it's sunny and hot where you are!
Love Tika and Mojo xx
The last two nights, while I've been eating, the bowl has jumped a little bit and made such a noise that I had to run away and hide. Not even when Mojo set off to claim my leftovers as his own did I return to the scene of the spookiness. We tried everything, but to no avail. Until finally we found a spot on the carpet where it doesn't jump and spook me, so hope that's the end of that.
But I am not the only recipient of the eerie goings on around here. Yesterday, the unthinkable happened. Mojo finished off the entire bowl of dry food! All by himself! Without any prompting whatsoever! And he repeated his performance today! And both times several hours after eating dinner! What's up with that?
I tell you, spooky times here, but as long as we don't have to deal with all that windy weather, which makes us walk funny, act skittish, and temporarily turn around and walk in the opposite direction, then I guess we can handle anything else that comes our way.
On a final funny note, every time we walk down the street, Mojo picks up pace and races into our yard. Then he won't leave, despite Leon's prompting and even though the world is there waiting for us to discover it. Silly boy.
But no complaining about the walks. Really enjoying the spring weather. Hope it's sunny and hot where you are!
Love Tika and Mojo xx
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Finally!
Okay, so I know we arrived Friday evening, and I know you were expecting to see our first blog for this visit well before this, but let me tell you, so were we! Let me explain ...
So far, this trip has been a little restricted. When we arrived, we went round to the back door - not our usual MO, and quite a different view of the yard seeing it first instead of the front door. Anyway, once through the gate, we were freed from our harnesses and ran amuck in the backyard - the first time we've seen it without any snow. Wow! It all looked so big!
Finally inside, it was smaller than we remembered - perhaps because we were comparing it to the big yard. Then we realised there was something blocking our access to the computer ... er, I mean, the rest of the house. What's going on, we wondered?
Before we could speculate, we were politely informed of the painting going on in the other room - the one adjacent to where we normally hang out. And in the days that followed, as Jenny and Leon disappeared and then reappeared a number of times, sometimes wearing different colour splots on their clothing and in their hair, we totally got it and were actually happy about being safely cocooned away in the back room. The other room was apparently pure chaos - stuff everywhere, the smell of paint in the air, people moving like busy bees. Clearly no place for a dog - or two!
Eventually the painting was finished, and eventually the chaos was resolved, and eventually we reclaimed our territory.
So, here we are, almost a week later, posting our first update. And we'll try to keep it short, while fully informing you about what has been happening.
Walks every day - long ones. Meals on time - thank goodness. Treats at appropriate intervals - with some prompting. Pets and cuddles to make up for our temporary detainment - just as well. Lots of play time - let me say again how much we love that yard and bathing in the spring sun.
All in all, life continues as normal. And you can expect regular postings from now until our stay is over. So keep checking back, although you're probably too busy having a good time.
Love Tika and Mojo - yeah, we are writing as a team now. Who knew?!
So far, this trip has been a little restricted. When we arrived, we went round to the back door - not our usual MO, and quite a different view of the yard seeing it first instead of the front door. Anyway, once through the gate, we were freed from our harnesses and ran amuck in the backyard - the first time we've seen it without any snow. Wow! It all looked so big!
Finally inside, it was smaller than we remembered - perhaps because we were comparing it to the big yard. Then we realised there was something blocking our access to the computer ... er, I mean, the rest of the house. What's going on, we wondered?
Before we could speculate, we were politely informed of the painting going on in the other room - the one adjacent to where we normally hang out. And in the days that followed, as Jenny and Leon disappeared and then reappeared a number of times, sometimes wearing different colour splots on their clothing and in their hair, we totally got it and were actually happy about being safely cocooned away in the back room. The other room was apparently pure chaos - stuff everywhere, the smell of paint in the air, people moving like busy bees. Clearly no place for a dog - or two!
Eventually the painting was finished, and eventually the chaos was resolved, and eventually we reclaimed our territory.
So, here we are, almost a week later, posting our first update. And we'll try to keep it short, while fully informing you about what has been happening.
Walks every day - long ones. Meals on time - thank goodness. Treats at appropriate intervals - with some prompting. Pets and cuddles to make up for our temporary detainment - just as well. Lots of play time - let me say again how much we love that yard and bathing in the spring sun.
All in all, life continues as normal. And you can expect regular postings from now until our stay is over. So keep checking back, although you're probably too busy having a good time.
Love Tika and Mojo - yeah, we are writing as a team now. Who knew?!
Monday, March 8, 2010
Home is where YOU are
Our last day at Rover's Retreat and I've finally figured it out.
Mojo did not eat again this morning ... until Jenny put his food on a flat plate and he ate about a third of it. Yes, he then ate a treat, but that's not the point.
The point is that I think he misses you, as I do. We both miss you both, and even though it's fun and stuff here, it isn't home. Home is where YOU are! So, we are happy that at least one of you will be there today and we can reconnect with our own furniture and favourite places, and sleep in our own bed - er, I mean your bed, but that's not the point.
We didn't start to pack until after dinner because we didn't want them to think we wanted to leave. We do, but we don't. They really look after us and it is nice here, but, well, it's just not home. Still, we did our best to make the most of our day.
That was our intention, at least, but we ended up sleeping all morning, then got up to watch Law and Order, and when Leon came home, we decided against going for a walk because it was raining and we didn't want to get our precious little pawsies wet.
But that was okay because - surprise, surprise - Mojo ate his dinner. All by himself without any coaxing whatsoever. We then moved to the sofa and waited and waited and waited.
Even though we were asleep when she arrived, it only took us a few seconds to realise that MUM IS HOME! And after a short visit with all five of us, we were chauffeured home in the arms of two people we love.
Thanks for following our adventures at Rover's Retreat. We are now going to sleep with Mum home safe and sound.
Bye for now!
Tika (and Mojo) xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Mojo did not eat again this morning ... until Jenny put his food on a flat plate and he ate about a third of it. Yes, he then ate a treat, but that's not the point.
The point is that I think he misses you, as I do. We both miss you both, and even though it's fun and stuff here, it isn't home. Home is where YOU are! So, we are happy that at least one of you will be there today and we can reconnect with our own furniture and favourite places, and sleep in our own bed - er, I mean your bed, but that's not the point.
We didn't start to pack until after dinner because we didn't want them to think we wanted to leave. We do, but we don't. They really look after us and it is nice here, but, well, it's just not home. Still, we did our best to make the most of our day.
That was our intention, at least, but we ended up sleeping all morning, then got up to watch Law and Order, and when Leon came home, we decided against going for a walk because it was raining and we didn't want to get our precious little pawsies wet.
But that was okay because - surprise, surprise - Mojo ate his dinner. All by himself without any coaxing whatsoever. We then moved to the sofa and waited and waited and waited.
Even though we were asleep when she arrived, it only took us a few seconds to realise that MUM IS HOME! And after a short visit with all five of us, we were chauffeured home in the arms of two people we love.
Thanks for following our adventures at Rover's Retreat. We are now going to sleep with Mum home safe and sound.
Bye for now!
Tika (and Mojo) xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Home is where the food is
Ah, foiled again! Our attempt to wake them up super early was defeated by a sneak treat and a pat on our heads. Then, before we knew it, it was 7:52 am! Which meant no walking, just breakfast and cuddles, and the promise of a walk later in the afternoon.
Which was fine. Leon ended up washing our pillow, and later, filled the air with the most delicious aroma. Peanut biscuits, I think. Mojo and I rough-housed a bit, and Jenny worked on the newsletter for the Down Under Club.
Are you ever going down under, Mum and Dad?
We did have a visitor for a little bit, and then Moj and I were left to our own devices for a while. Mojo slept, but I penned a little ditty about him ...
There once was a doggie named Moj
Who seemed to be perfectly so
But he went straight to bed
Without being fed
Was he hungry? Nobody knows!
Oh, he's okay. But for some reason he didn't want his breakfast this morning. Instead, he simply found a comfy spot and happily snoozed away. I tried to eat his share, but alas, he would have none of it. Why wouldn't he eat? Who knows. Mind you, he wasn't so picky when it came to treats. I think it was all an act to get more of the fun stuff throughout the day, but he didn't get any more than I did it, so not sure what the point was - if he was trying to make a point, that is.
If home is where the food is, then Mojo doesn't live here anymore. He didn't eat his dinner either, but he ate every treat given to him. Maybe he's just bored with the same old same old. Will be interesting to see what happens tomorrow.
Tika
Which was fine. Leon ended up washing our pillow, and later, filled the air with the most delicious aroma. Peanut biscuits, I think. Mojo and I rough-housed a bit, and Jenny worked on the newsletter for the Down Under Club.
Are you ever going down under, Mum and Dad?
We did have a visitor for a little bit, and then Moj and I were left to our own devices for a while. Mojo slept, but I penned a little ditty about him ...
There once was a doggie named Moj
Who seemed to be perfectly so
But he went straight to bed
Without being fed
Was he hungry? Nobody knows!
Oh, he's okay. But for some reason he didn't want his breakfast this morning. Instead, he simply found a comfy spot and happily snoozed away. I tried to eat his share, but alas, he would have none of it. Why wouldn't he eat? Who knows. Mind you, he wasn't so picky when it came to treats. I think it was all an act to get more of the fun stuff throughout the day, but he didn't get any more than I did it, so not sure what the point was - if he was trying to make a point, that is.
If home is where the food is, then Mojo doesn't live here anymore. He didn't eat his dinner either, but he ate every treat given to him. Maybe he's just bored with the same old same old. Will be interesting to see what happens tomorrow.
Tika
Saturday, March 6, 2010
That was scary!
Well, that was different! Mojo and I woke up as usual for a Saturday - at 4:40 am - and Jenny came downstairs to let us out. Then, surprise surprise, she gave us a treat, and while we were eating, she left!
"Hey, Moj, did you see where she went?"
"Nope. I was too busy eating."
And we were left alone for another two hours. Two hours! Who ever heard of such a thing?! When the two of them finally appeared, they were wide awake, dressed in their coats and all ready to go. Oh yeah! We were off to the park.
And wow, was it beautiful out there! Quiet, peaceful, a few flakes of snow flying around. Not quite zero degrees, but getting there. We went all the way to the English Garden and the ... what the heck is that???!!! Oh, it's just a deer sculpture, but for a minute there, it looked so real! The best part was when we met Teddy, a friendly little chap who played with us for about 20 minutes. All in all, it was lots of fun.
Back home after our long walk, we basically hunkered down for the rest of the day. Too tired to do anything else, we waited patiently until the scary movie came on. "The Haunting in Connecticut" is very, very, very scary, although unfortunately with a few silly bits and a really dumb bit. But the surprising thing? Guess who we saw in it? JENNY! In a photo that they showed over and over again. How exciting. We are living with somebody famous!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Who knew?!
Anyway, going to sleep now. Hey, can someone leave the light on? Please?
Tika
"Hey, Moj, did you see where she went?"
"Nope. I was too busy eating."
And we were left alone for another two hours. Two hours! Who ever heard of such a thing?! When the two of them finally appeared, they were wide awake, dressed in their coats and all ready to go. Oh yeah! We were off to the park.
And wow, was it beautiful out there! Quiet, peaceful, a few flakes of snow flying around. Not quite zero degrees, but getting there. We went all the way to the English Garden and the ... what the heck is that???!!! Oh, it's just a deer sculpture, but for a minute there, it looked so real! The best part was when we met Teddy, a friendly little chap who played with us for about 20 minutes. All in all, it was lots of fun.
Back home after our long walk, we basically hunkered down for the rest of the day. Too tired to do anything else, we waited patiently until the scary movie came on. "The Haunting in Connecticut" is very, very, very scary, although unfortunately with a few silly bits and a really dumb bit. But the surprising thing? Guess who we saw in it? JENNY! In a photo that they showed over and over again. How exciting. We are living with somebody famous!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Who knew?!
Anyway, going to sleep now. Hey, can someone leave the light on? Please?
Tika
Friday, March 5, 2010
Sleepy Friday
Woke to an overcast day with snow melting and temperatures rising. Probably a slushy walk this afternoon, but that's okay, 'cause then there's the towel drying. (At least they don't put us in the dryer!)
All this exercise is keeping us fit and sleepy. And so we did what any self-respecting dogs would do on a day like today, and that's snooze the hours away.
Not the other residents of this place, though. Work, work, work. No wonder they need a walk at the end of the day.
But all that's okay, because we have to be ready to watch Caprica tonight. Very exciting, engaging, clever. Next to Law and Order, it's a personal favourite of mine. Mojo still likes to watch At The End of My Leash, but that's probably because he usually ends up at the end of his when we all go walking. Not me, though. I like to lag behind and sniff ... things.
Moj was a bit hesitant to eat this morning and then again this afternoon. He looks fine, runs around like normal, usual manic energy. Not sure what his deal is, but patience paid off and, with my finishing touches, he clean up his bowl.
Anyway, can't write any more. It's getting close to Caprica, and we have to be up bright and early tomorrow ... because we're going to the park!
Tika xx
All this exercise is keeping us fit and sleepy. And so we did what any self-respecting dogs would do on a day like today, and that's snooze the hours away.
Not the other residents of this place, though. Work, work, work. No wonder they need a walk at the end of the day.
But all that's okay, because we have to be ready to watch Caprica tonight. Very exciting, engaging, clever. Next to Law and Order, it's a personal favourite of mine. Mojo still likes to watch At The End of My Leash, but that's probably because he usually ends up at the end of his when we all go walking. Not me, though. I like to lag behind and sniff ... things.
Moj was a bit hesitant to eat this morning and then again this afternoon. He looks fine, runs around like normal, usual manic energy. Not sure what his deal is, but patience paid off and, with my finishing touches, he clean up his bowl.
Anyway, can't write any more. It's getting close to Caprica, and we have to be up bright and early tomorrow ... because we're going to the park!
Tika xx
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Tricksies
With Jenny and Leon both going to be out of our way this morning, Mojo and I spent last night plotting and planning late into the night. We wanted to play a trick on them ... well, Jenny, at least, since we knew she would be back first. Nothing bad, but then when it went off without a hitch, we were oh so happy with all our cleverness.
You see, Moj and I decided to do our stuff right under the tree. Not out on the track where it was easy to get, but right under all the branches - the ones with the deepest snow under them. We could get in and out because we are little, but Jenny is tall and, as luck would have it, wearing good shoes.
So, when she let us out into the yard for a run around, we stood back and watched her try to pick up our deposits. And ... tee hee! ... she stepped right in the deep snow, got the branches stuck in her hair, and ... giggle giggle ... fell into the bushy bush. Moj and I frolicked and barked in glee. Tricksies are us!
But Jenny's a good sport - and besides, she didn't know that we planned it that way, so she wasn't mad at us.
The rest of the day passed without incident - for her or for us. Interestingly, though, the TV went on the minute she got home. Something about Admin Thursday - I think that's human for "TV while you work"!
And the big surprise at the end was that Leon fed us tonight. Okay, so we felt a little bad for tricking Jenny (not) and decided against tricking Leon the same way. Besides, he kindly took us for yet another big walk, so we expect to sleep well tonight!
Hope you two do, too.
Tika
You see, Moj and I decided to do our stuff right under the tree. Not out on the track where it was easy to get, but right under all the branches - the ones with the deepest snow under them. We could get in and out because we are little, but Jenny is tall and, as luck would have it, wearing good shoes.
So, when she let us out into the yard for a run around, we stood back and watched her try to pick up our deposits. And ... tee hee! ... she stepped right in the deep snow, got the branches stuck in her hair, and ... giggle giggle ... fell into the bushy bush. Moj and I frolicked and barked in glee. Tricksies are us!
But Jenny's a good sport - and besides, she didn't know that we planned it that way, so she wasn't mad at us.
The rest of the day passed without incident - for her or for us. Interestingly, though, the TV went on the minute she got home. Something about Admin Thursday - I think that's human for "TV while you work"!
And the big surprise at the end was that Leon fed us tonight. Okay, so we felt a little bad for tricking Jenny (not) and decided against tricking Leon the same way. Besides, he kindly took us for yet another big walk, so we expect to sleep well tonight!
Hope you two do, too.
Tika
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
It's all a blur!
Hard to believe it's March, morning and Wednesday. Where is the time going?
I gotta tell you, that walk yesterday really knocked us for six. We slept right through the night, and Mojo didn't visit the tree once! We then settled into an extremely lazy day ... until Leon came home and off we trotted for another wander in the wilds of Winnipeg.
We noted with some chagrin that the streets are getting sloshy, but the air is oh, so warm. Okay, so maybe not Afghanistan warm or Cuba warm, but warm nonetheless. When it looked like Moj and I were going to need swimming goggles to see where we were going, we were scooped up and plonked onto solid ground.
I must say, the only good thing about getting soaked on a walk is the towel drying back at home base.
And that's about it for us today. Moj did want me to tell you not to get too excited about the 'sitting for food' thing he's doing now. If he has anything to do with it, he promises it will only be available for viewing at Rover's Retreat! I guess time will tell!
Signing off from here. Hope your there is as much fun as our here.
Tika xx
I gotta tell you, that walk yesterday really knocked us for six. We slept right through the night, and Mojo didn't visit the tree once! We then settled into an extremely lazy day ... until Leon came home and off we trotted for another wander in the wilds of Winnipeg.
We noted with some chagrin that the streets are getting sloshy, but the air is oh, so warm. Okay, so maybe not Afghanistan warm or Cuba warm, but warm nonetheless. When it looked like Moj and I were going to need swimming goggles to see where we were going, we were scooped up and plonked onto solid ground.
I must say, the only good thing about getting soaked on a walk is the towel drying back at home base.
And that's about it for us today. Moj did want me to tell you not to get too excited about the 'sitting for food' thing he's doing now. If he has anything to do with it, he promises it will only be available for viewing at Rover's Retreat! I guess time will tell!
Signing off from here. Hope your there is as much fun as our here.
Tika xx
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
What the hey?!
Woke to a beautiful morning - and an absolute sense of where we are. Hey, I'm getting older, but I'm not senile!
It's certainly low key here. Breakfast and work - that's all these people seem to do on weekdays. But that's fine with us. We are content to sleep the morning away.
In fact, sleeping makes me think and, inspired by Jimmy Fallon, I'd like to share with you a few things that bother me ...
1. Why does Mojo have to go where I go? And I really do mean "go" ... if you get my drift.
2. When did I develop an aversion to walking on ice?
3. Why doesn't Jenny have the television on until lunchtime?
4. What is lunchtime, and why don't I get it?
5. Why, oh why, would Mum go away right when Rrrrrolllll Up The Rrrrrimmm begins???!!!
Speaking of being bothered, I tried and tried and tried to get someone to feed us around 4:00 pm, but it never happened. Why?! Why?! I asked, to no one there, not even a chair ... oops, having a Don McLean moment there. Anyway, next thing we knew, Leon came home and before we could say, "What the hey?!", we were dressed and out the door for a walk. And I mean a walk. A long walk. A very long walk! To places we've never been before. Yahoo!!!!
Then once we were back inside, it was finally chow time. Moj and I could barely contain ourselves, vacuuming up our homemade-with-love beef-veggie extravaganza!
And now, well, now we're exhausted. Can barely stay upright, and in fact [YAWN] I'm not sure I can blog anymore ........ z z z z z z z z
Oh, Tika, you wimp. Can't handle a little exerci ...... z z z z z z z z
It's certainly low key here. Breakfast and work - that's all these people seem to do on weekdays. But that's fine with us. We are content to sleep the morning away.
In fact, sleeping makes me think and, inspired by Jimmy Fallon, I'd like to share with you a few things that bother me ...
1. Why does Mojo have to go where I go? And I really do mean "go" ... if you get my drift.
2. When did I develop an aversion to walking on ice?
3. Why doesn't Jenny have the television on until lunchtime?
4. What is lunchtime, and why don't I get it?
5. Why, oh why, would Mum go away right when Rrrrrolllll Up The Rrrrrimmm begins???!!!
Speaking of being bothered, I tried and tried and tried to get someone to feed us around 4:00 pm, but it never happened. Why?! Why?! I asked, to no one there, not even a chair ... oops, having a Don McLean moment there. Anyway, next thing we knew, Leon came home and before we could say, "What the hey?!", we were dressed and out the door for a walk. And I mean a walk. A long walk. A very long walk! To places we've never been before. Yahoo!!!!
Then once we were back inside, it was finally chow time. Moj and I could barely contain ourselves, vacuuming up our homemade-with-love beef-veggie extravaganza!
And now, well, now we're exhausted. Can barely stay upright, and in fact [YAWN] I'm not sure I can blog anymore ........ z z z z z z z z
Oh, Tika, you wimp. Can't handle a little exerci ...... z z z z z z z z
Monday, March 1, 2010
Return to ... where are we?
What a shocker!
Woke up this morning and we were somewhere else. Okay, so it did look vaguely familiar, but some things had changed. And then Mojo reminded me that the night before, Mum took us for a walk and we never went back. Anyway, obviously by the time we woke up, I had forgotten all about it, but after I shook my head awake, I was happy - Rover's Retreat!!!!!!
Mojo and I took to our return visit like ducks to water, and we slept, well, most of the day. It was really nice, you know? Friendly people, comfy spots to claim as our own - I said 'claim', nothing about tagging - a huge yard to explore, and two square meals a day. What's not to like?!
Oh, and the big news? More a brag for Jenny ... but Mojo SAT for his treat. Twice! I witnessed it the first time, Leon the second. And there is a trick ... which I will share with Mum when she gets back.
Anyway, gotta go. We're watching a new comedy - Hiccups. The critics panned it, but it's not bad.
Later, people!
Woke up this morning and we were somewhere else. Okay, so it did look vaguely familiar, but some things had changed. And then Mojo reminded me that the night before, Mum took us for a walk and we never went back. Anyway, obviously by the time we woke up, I had forgotten all about it, but after I shook my head awake, I was happy - Rover's Retreat!!!!!!
Mojo and I took to our return visit like ducks to water, and we slept, well, most of the day. It was really nice, you know? Friendly people, comfy spots to claim as our own - I said 'claim', nothing about tagging - a huge yard to explore, and two square meals a day. What's not to like?!
Oh, and the big news? More a brag for Jenny ... but Mojo SAT for his treat. Twice! I witnessed it the first time, Leon the second. And there is a trick ... which I will share with Mum when she gets back.
Anyway, gotta go. We're watching a new comedy - Hiccups. The critics panned it, but it's not bad.
Later, people!
Saturday, January 23, 2010
The last day
Wow! Has time flown. Hard to believe that it's our last day here. And, to be honest, we are in two minds about it. Yes, we had a great time, with lots of fun and adventures, and new people to meet, but we are looking forward to seeing Mum again and spending time in our own place.
And as if to say goodbye, the weather moved in and completely blanketed the backyard with snow. Kind of like a fluffy farewell as we prepared to head home. But first things first ... breakfast!!!!!!!!!
There are few things in this world that are better for body and soul that a delicious, hearty, prepared-with-love breakfast. Okay, except perhaps dinner and cookies, and definitely cuddles, but I'll eat breakfast anytime it's served to me.
Afterward, we played outside in the snow for a bit, before heading back inside so we could be comfy warm. For a while, I was in a tight ball on our bed, while Moj lay under the table, snoozing away. Faithful readers would be forgiven for assuming that we are sleepy because we'd been up playing cards all night or reading the paper. However, the fact is that we were catching up on Zzzzs in anticipation of the long journey home.
Right after their breakfast, Jenny went out to a meeting, while Leon spent the morning trying to get the TV working. No joy in that department, so we provided some entertainment for him by rough housing in the living room. Happy to help out!
When Jenny came home, we decided it was time to snooze. But soon after, there was a knock at the door. Of course, we went to investigate, and even before the door opened, Mojo began to act strange ... as if he knew exactly who was on the other side. Slowly, the door opened, and we stared for a few seconds before realising it was her ... I mean, she ... I mean, MUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yeah! Yippee! Yahoo! Fantastic! Brilliant! Jump! Run! Bark! Circles! Go like crazy!
Okay, I think you get the picture. We went berserk, leaping up at her until she came down to our level so we could jump right on top of her. We were very happy because we knew that she had not forgotten us. For the next 20 minutes, we ran between everyone to say thanks - to Mum for coming back and taking us home, and to Jenny and Leon for taking care of us. I fell asleep on Mum's lap, Mojo got extra cuddles from Leon, I showed Mum my new trick - sitting for a treat - and then we packed up everything and went home.
Which was interesting in itself. Mum carried the big bag and Mojo, and Jenny carried me and the bed. But I got a bit nervous and thought I was being left behind again, so I barked all the way home - until Harley and Copper joined in. Then I realised it was all good and barked simply because I was happy!!!!!!
Finally we were in familiar territory, and we did exactly what you'd expect - sniffed around to check everything out and say hi to each piece of furniture, the TV, the fridge, and all our stuff. Yes, we are happy to be home, but Rover's Retreat will always hold fond memories for us.
So, this is Tika and Mojo, signing off, and saying thanks to you for sharing this adventure with us. May you all sleep soundly in your own beds tonight!
Tika and Mojo xxxx
And as if to say goodbye, the weather moved in and completely blanketed the backyard with snow. Kind of like a fluffy farewell as we prepared to head home. But first things first ... breakfast!!!!!!!!!
There are few things in this world that are better for body and soul that a delicious, hearty, prepared-with-love breakfast. Okay, except perhaps dinner and cookies, and definitely cuddles, but I'll eat breakfast anytime it's served to me.
Afterward, we played outside in the snow for a bit, before heading back inside so we could be comfy warm. For a while, I was in a tight ball on our bed, while Moj lay under the table, snoozing away. Faithful readers would be forgiven for assuming that we are sleepy because we'd been up playing cards all night or reading the paper. However, the fact is that we were catching up on Zzzzs in anticipation of the long journey home.
Right after their breakfast, Jenny went out to a meeting, while Leon spent the morning trying to get the TV working. No joy in that department, so we provided some entertainment for him by rough housing in the living room. Happy to help out!
When Jenny came home, we decided it was time to snooze. But soon after, there was a knock at the door. Of course, we went to investigate, and even before the door opened, Mojo began to act strange ... as if he knew exactly who was on the other side. Slowly, the door opened, and we stared for a few seconds before realising it was her ... I mean, she ... I mean, MUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yeah! Yippee! Yahoo! Fantastic! Brilliant! Jump! Run! Bark! Circles! Go like crazy!
Okay, I think you get the picture. We went berserk, leaping up at her until she came down to our level so we could jump right on top of her. We were very happy because we knew that she had not forgotten us. For the next 20 minutes, we ran between everyone to say thanks - to Mum for coming back and taking us home, and to Jenny and Leon for taking care of us. I fell asleep on Mum's lap, Mojo got extra cuddles from Leon, I showed Mum my new trick - sitting for a treat - and then we packed up everything and went home.
Which was interesting in itself. Mum carried the big bag and Mojo, and Jenny carried me and the bed. But I got a bit nervous and thought I was being left behind again, so I barked all the way home - until Harley and Copper joined in. Then I realised it was all good and barked simply because I was happy!!!!!!
Finally we were in familiar territory, and we did exactly what you'd expect - sniffed around to check everything out and say hi to each piece of furniture, the TV, the fridge, and all our stuff. Yes, we are happy to be home, but Rover's Retreat will always hold fond memories for us.
So, this is Tika and Mojo, signing off, and saying thanks to you for sharing this adventure with us. May you all sleep soundly in your own beds tonight!
Tika and Mojo xxxx
Day 12
We awoke on Friday at a more respectable time - 5:10 am - and once outside, were lulled into silence by the balmy temps and the light snow that had fallen overnight. The day promised to be relaxing and quiet, while Jenny battled her cold and we did our best to comfort her.
And it was a lovely way to round out not only the week, but also our stay here at Rover's Retreat. We slept all morning while she worked, and then we all sat on the sofa while she worked. Then we had a snack while she worked, and finally had our tea while she worked. Gosh, she works a lot!
And in between, when we all needed a break, we went outside for a walk and a play and a rumble. Ah, gotta love these balmy days.
Leon came home and cooked a delicious lamb shank, but again, we weren't fortunate enough to sample it. However, Moj and I 'dined' on the yummy smells that wafted down to the floor where we were sitting, hopeful but realistic.
A bit of TV, lots of cuddles, and off to bed for our final sleep at this locale.
See you soon, Mum!
Tika and Mojo
And it was a lovely way to round out not only the week, but also our stay here at Rover's Retreat. We slept all morning while she worked, and then we all sat on the sofa while she worked. Then we had a snack while she worked, and finally had our tea while she worked. Gosh, she works a lot!
And in between, when we all needed a break, we went outside for a walk and a play and a rumble. Ah, gotta love these balmy days.
Leon came home and cooked a delicious lamb shank, but again, we weren't fortunate enough to sample it. However, Moj and I 'dined' on the yummy smells that wafted down to the floor where we were sitting, hopeful but realistic.
A bit of TV, lots of cuddles, and off to bed for our final sleep at this locale.
See you soon, Mum!
Tika and Mojo
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Day 11
D'Oh! Left alone again. They slipped away this morning before we could stop them, and Moj and I had to amuse ourselves by reading the morning paper. Comics are my favourite - Tundra, Pearls Before Swine, and Wizard of Id. Moj prefers the flyers, which is pretty funny for a dog with no money and no pockets to put the money in anyway!
Soon after Jenny came back, a new visitor arrived. He had to sign something and then took a few minutes to admire the bookcase. AND GIVE ME CUDDLES! Moj did his best to defend us all, but the visitor - a very tall bloke - was not to be denied. At one point, he even picked me up. Hey, thanks Mister! And what a view from up here! How's it going down there, little Moj??!!
Back on terra firma, we got a cookie because we were so good - or should I say I was so good. Oh, okay, he wasn't that bad, and Jenny isn't so mean as to give me a cookie and not Moj, so everyone was happy!
By the way, did I sit for cookies before? 'Cause I do now!
Anyway, the afternoon passed without interruption, and everyone stayed put at home. Leon is getting better, but Jenny is now sick. As long as they don't give whatever they've got to us, we should be cleared for "return to destination" on Saturday.
Only two sleeps to go ... and you didn't even know I could count!
Tika
Soon after Jenny came back, a new visitor arrived. He had to sign something and then took a few minutes to admire the bookcase. AND GIVE ME CUDDLES! Moj did his best to defend us all, but the visitor - a very tall bloke - was not to be denied. At one point, he even picked me up. Hey, thanks Mister! And what a view from up here! How's it going down there, little Moj??!!
Back on terra firma, we got a cookie because we were so good - or should I say I was so good. Oh, okay, he wasn't that bad, and Jenny isn't so mean as to give me a cookie and not Moj, so everyone was happy!
By the way, did I sit for cookies before? 'Cause I do now!
Anyway, the afternoon passed without interruption, and everyone stayed put at home. Leon is getting better, but Jenny is now sick. As long as they don't give whatever they've got to us, we should be cleared for "return to destination" on Saturday.
Only two sleeps to go ... and you didn't even know I could count!
Tika
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Day 10
Today got off to a rollicking start when we went outside for our morning break at the usual time. Since we'd been awake for about an hour already, Tika decided to try and wake up EVERYBODY in the neighbourhood so they, too, could get a jump on the day. Needless to say, it didn't go over very well, especially since the people at the Retreat were barely awake themselves.
You should have seen it though. Tika having so much fun, leaping around in the snow, barking at shadows, with me egging her on to victory - again. But just like when she tried to run away, she failed to achieve her objective. Doesn't matter. It was so much fun that I'm going to convince her to commit to a repeat performance tomorrow.
Last night we went to sleep while Jenny was still working. Actually, I'm surprised that Tika slept okay (and still sleeping by the way, in case you're wondering why I'm at the computer again). She was rather restless, walking around a lot and licking the carpet. Jenny and Leon were a bit worried, but managed to distract her with cuddles and cookies.
Basically, I think she misses you, and I have to admit, I do, too. We really like it here, and everyone is so nice to us, but it's not our place. Yes, I know what I said in my other email, but I've concluded that there's nothing sinister going on here, and I have to say that these two have completely won me over. Shocker, right? Surprised me, too! Anyway, as I've always said, there's no place like home, and it will be fun rediscovering all our usual haunts again - and for me to reclaim my place as King of the Kastle. At least until Dad comes home!
How's it going there anyway, Dad?
Okay, enough soppy chit chat. Besides, Tika is awake and trying to push me off the keyboard. Hang on, Tika! What? Yes, I told them about you this morning. Well, everyone thinks I'm the bad guy, so I wanted to set the record straight that you, too, revel in the troublemaking. I wasn't making you do it! Really?! Oh, you're asking for it. Time to rumble!!!!!!
[Dead air while both Tika and Mojo play attack games in the living room until Tika takes back the keyboard. Law and Order, anyone?]
Er, yes, about my barking. A simple matter of being a little too happy and wanting to share it with the neighbours. Unfortunately, the neighbours didn't want to share back. Although later I heard Harley barking - at a much more respectable hour - in solidarity for my early enthusiasm. Not sure if there'll be a repeat performance tomorrow. You'll have to wait and see!
So, with all that commotion a distant memory, today was a bit different. Another visitor. Nice man - Gordon, I think - who came in the afternoon to help Jenny mail some stuff out. Only stayed for a little while, and took all the stuff with him when he went.
Afternoon was lazy ... for us, at any rate. Jenny worked like mad, then we all ate, she went out, and Leon relaxed to try and shake off his cold.
Sleepy now. Later, dudes!
Tika (and Mojo)
You should have seen it though. Tika having so much fun, leaping around in the snow, barking at shadows, with me egging her on to victory - again. But just like when she tried to run away, she failed to achieve her objective. Doesn't matter. It was so much fun that I'm going to convince her to commit to a repeat performance tomorrow.
Last night we went to sleep while Jenny was still working. Actually, I'm surprised that Tika slept okay (and still sleeping by the way, in case you're wondering why I'm at the computer again). She was rather restless, walking around a lot and licking the carpet. Jenny and Leon were a bit worried, but managed to distract her with cuddles and cookies.
Basically, I think she misses you, and I have to admit, I do, too. We really like it here, and everyone is so nice to us, but it's not our place. Yes, I know what I said in my other email, but I've concluded that there's nothing sinister going on here, and I have to say that these two have completely won me over. Shocker, right? Surprised me, too! Anyway, as I've always said, there's no place like home, and it will be fun rediscovering all our usual haunts again - and for me to reclaim my place as King of the Kastle. At least until Dad comes home!
How's it going there anyway, Dad?
Okay, enough soppy chit chat. Besides, Tika is awake and trying to push me off the keyboard. Hang on, Tika! What? Yes, I told them about you this morning. Well, everyone thinks I'm the bad guy, so I wanted to set the record straight that you, too, revel in the troublemaking. I wasn't making you do it! Really?! Oh, you're asking for it. Time to rumble!!!!!!
[Dead air while both Tika and Mojo play attack games in the living room until Tika takes back the keyboard. Law and Order, anyone?]
Er, yes, about my barking. A simple matter of being a little too happy and wanting to share it with the neighbours. Unfortunately, the neighbours didn't want to share back. Although later I heard Harley barking - at a much more respectable hour - in solidarity for my early enthusiasm. Not sure if there'll be a repeat performance tomorrow. You'll have to wait and see!
So, with all that commotion a distant memory, today was a bit different. Another visitor. Nice man - Gordon, I think - who came in the afternoon to help Jenny mail some stuff out. Only stayed for a little while, and took all the stuff with him when he went.
Afternoon was lazy ... for us, at any rate. Jenny worked like mad, then we all ate, she went out, and Leon relaxed to try and shake off his cold.
Sleepy now. Later, dudes!
Tika (and Mojo)
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Day 9
Moj and I decided that 4:10 am was a good time to get up this morning. Unfortunately, no one else did, so we were left to our own devices for another 53 minutes. Okay, so it was a bit mean of us, especially considering that Leon had the sniffles and really needed to sleep. But I don't know what Jenny's excuse was. Oh well, we survived till she came downstairs and the wait made breakfast all the more delicious!
Day progressed pretty much as usual. We went outside. We ate. They ate. Leon left. We slept till 10:30. Jenny went out. Came back. Leon came home. Dinner was served. Is everybody happy? You bet your life we are!
Happy National Popcorn Day!
Tika
Day progressed pretty much as usual. We went outside. We ate. They ate. Leon left. We slept till 10:30. Jenny went out. Came back. Leon came home. Dinner was served. Is everybody happy? You bet your life we are!
Happy National Popcorn Day!
Tika
Monday, January 18, 2010
Day 8
Thank goodness it's Monday. Monday is our friend. Everything back to normal, at least from our perspective. Quiet, peaceful, calm, relaxing.
One thing we've noticed is that we've been here more than a week and we're still finding new things to explore. It's not a big place, and I'm pretty sure we are covering the same ground over and over, but somehow it all seems worthy of reinvestigating. Same carpet, same furniture, same old same old, noses to the grindstone, senses working overtime. All interesting enough for us to check out one more time.
Today, when we weren't sniffing around inside and out, we were sleeping. On the sofa, in our bed, under the desk. Don't you just love routine?! No one came to visit, no one went away, no one disturbed our downtime. By all accounts, a pleasantly bland and benign day.
Just what The Doctor ordered.
Tika
One thing we've noticed is that we've been here more than a week and we're still finding new things to explore. It's not a big place, and I'm pretty sure we are covering the same ground over and over, but somehow it all seems worthy of reinvestigating. Same carpet, same furniture, same old same old, noses to the grindstone, senses working overtime. All interesting enough for us to check out one more time.
Today, when we weren't sniffing around inside and out, we were sleeping. On the sofa, in our bed, under the desk. Don't you just love routine?! No one came to visit, no one went away, no one disturbed our downtime. By all accounts, a pleasantly bland and benign day.
Just what The Doctor ordered.
Tika
Day 7
Never a dull moment around this place. Every time you turn around, something new is happening.
Day started as normal - outside and breakfast, with Leon leading the charge - and then a big noisemaker came out. Scared the pants off us both when it started up, and we raced outside until it was all over. It was big and yellow and picked up dust and stuff. Fortunately it was gone by the time we came back in, but Jenny and Leon seemed to be fizzgigging around, making sure the place was clean and tidy. Then they settled down in the kitchen to cook some delicious crispy bacon ... ah, what a treat, although not for us, as it turned out.
Enter the visitor. Of course, Mojo turned all Protecto and growled, barked, and ran away ... his usual stuff, which, in my mind, completely contradicts everything he said in his blog entry. Why would he go to all that trouble if he wasn't feeling the need to defend his new territory? Think about it, people!
Anyway, Miriam was really nice, and petted me as soon as she got in the door. She tried to make friends with Mojo, but he wasn't having a bar of it - until she stopped looking at him. I kid you not. Whenever Miriam looked at Moj, he ran away; when she wasn't looking, he crept closer. Not sure if he was trying to get a better view, or hoping to lull her into a false sense of security so he could scare her into leaving. Either way, it didn't work ... and I was glad it didn't 'cause I got all the attention!
Miriam stayed, everyone talked, the bacon slowly disappeared - although none dropped on the floor for us as I was hoping it would. Still, there was lots of time for cuddles afterward - Miriam even sat on the floor with me and talked to me for a bit. Once again, Moj missed out. Silly boy, although instead of acting all indifferent, he seemed to be a little bit sad. Could it be he's changing his tone?????!!!!! Smaller miracles have happened.
Oh well. After Miriam left, the others sat down and we all spent the afternoon doing nothing. Nothing, I say. Imagine that. After all the activity of the past two days, they would completely give up and do nothing. Why the heck can't they be like that all the time?
Last thing I remember is learning something about brothers and sisters on the TV. But neither Moj nor I could keep our eyes open for very long, and were fast asleep before you could say ....
Sure hope Monday is quiet. We've got lots of sleeping to catch up on.
Tika
Day started as normal - outside and breakfast, with Leon leading the charge - and then a big noisemaker came out. Scared the pants off us both when it started up, and we raced outside until it was all over. It was big and yellow and picked up dust and stuff. Fortunately it was gone by the time we came back in, but Jenny and Leon seemed to be fizzgigging around, making sure the place was clean and tidy. Then they settled down in the kitchen to cook some delicious crispy bacon ... ah, what a treat, although not for us, as it turned out.
Enter the visitor. Of course, Mojo turned all Protecto and growled, barked, and ran away ... his usual stuff, which, in my mind, completely contradicts everything he said in his blog entry. Why would he go to all that trouble if he wasn't feeling the need to defend his new territory? Think about it, people!
Anyway, Miriam was really nice, and petted me as soon as she got in the door. She tried to make friends with Mojo, but he wasn't having a bar of it - until she stopped looking at him. I kid you not. Whenever Miriam looked at Moj, he ran away; when she wasn't looking, he crept closer. Not sure if he was trying to get a better view, or hoping to lull her into a false sense of security so he could scare her into leaving. Either way, it didn't work ... and I was glad it didn't 'cause I got all the attention!
Miriam stayed, everyone talked, the bacon slowly disappeared - although none dropped on the floor for us as I was hoping it would. Still, there was lots of time for cuddles afterward - Miriam even sat on the floor with me and talked to me for a bit. Once again, Moj missed out. Silly boy, although instead of acting all indifferent, he seemed to be a little bit sad. Could it be he's changing his tone?????!!!!! Smaller miracles have happened.
Oh well. After Miriam left, the others sat down and we all spent the afternoon doing nothing. Nothing, I say. Imagine that. After all the activity of the past two days, they would completely give up and do nothing. Why the heck can't they be like that all the time?
Last thing I remember is learning something about brothers and sisters on the TV. But neither Moj nor I could keep our eyes open for very long, and were fast asleep before you could say ....
Sure hope Monday is quiet. We've got lots of sleeping to catch up on.
Tika
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Day 6
That was different!
Today started off with Leon letting us outside and feeding us. He's funny, you know. He tells jokes, describes what he's doing, asks what we want for breakfast - who does that?! - and even sings from time to time. He got everything cooking and set everything up, and he talked the entire time! We were going to ask where Jenny was, but we couldn't get a word in edgeways. Eventually, she appeared in the kitchen - turning up when the food is on. Clever girl!
And then after they ate, things went crazy!
Cleaning, washing, sorting, throwing stuff out, moving stuff around, putting things in new places, vacuuming, dusting. We tried to stay out of their way, but at the same time, we wanted to watch everything that was going on. Bad idea, because at one point, they tied feather dusters to our tails and put us to work!
We got a break when they carted a whole load of books off to some place called the Winnipeg Humane Society. Jenny was talking about a sale, so we were glad when they left us at home and only took the books!
Anyway, we were all pretty busy from daylight to dark, and before we knew it, we were fed and happy and sleepy. No Law and Order on Saturdays, but Whale Rider was pretty good. The singing whales helped us fall asleep.
All in all, a very different yet extraordinary day! I just hope they take it easy tomorrow. Going at that pace is exhausting.
Tika
Today started off with Leon letting us outside and feeding us. He's funny, you know. He tells jokes, describes what he's doing, asks what we want for breakfast - who does that?! - and even sings from time to time. He got everything cooking and set everything up, and he talked the entire time! We were going to ask where Jenny was, but we couldn't get a word in edgeways. Eventually, she appeared in the kitchen - turning up when the food is on. Clever girl!
And then after they ate, things went crazy!
Cleaning, washing, sorting, throwing stuff out, moving stuff around, putting things in new places, vacuuming, dusting. We tried to stay out of their way, but at the same time, we wanted to watch everything that was going on. Bad idea, because at one point, they tied feather dusters to our tails and put us to work!
We got a break when they carted a whole load of books off to some place called the Winnipeg Humane Society. Jenny was talking about a sale, so we were glad when they left us at home and only took the books!
Anyway, we were all pretty busy from daylight to dark, and before we knew it, we were fed and happy and sleepy. No Law and Order on Saturdays, but Whale Rider was pretty good. The singing whales helped us fall asleep.
All in all, a very different yet extraordinary day! I just hope they take it easy tomorrow. Going at that pace is exhausting.
Tika
Friday, January 15, 2010
Day 5
While the blogger sleeps, the sneak takes over! And I didn't even know Mojo could use a computer, let alone blog to his heart's content.
Oh well, it's been such a beautiful day that we either slept or played outside. Nothing too exciting to report. Other than Mojo making a break for it up the stairs, but he stopped part way up, turned around, and raced back down. Think he's training for the Canine Olympics in September.* Funny - he can barely even see over the steps.
And now we are going to eat, so no time to write, and then we'll be too busy watching Law and Order - man, do I love that show. Am hoping they'll have some hunky police dogs on tonight!
Tomorrow is the weekend. Will catch up with you then.
Tika
* See what happens when Moj gets on the internet? Wild ideas, people. Wild ideas!
Oh well, it's been such a beautiful day that we either slept or played outside. Nothing too exciting to report. Other than Mojo making a break for it up the stairs, but he stopped part way up, turned around, and raced back down. Think he's training for the Canine Olympics in September.* Funny - he can barely even see over the steps.
And now we are going to eat, so no time to write, and then we'll be too busy watching Law and Order - man, do I love that show. Am hoping they'll have some hunky police dogs on tonight!
Tomorrow is the weekend. Will catch up with you then.
Tika
* See what happens when Moj gets on the internet? Wild ideas, people. Wild ideas!
Top Secret!
Tika's asleep, so I decided to commandeer the keyboard and set the record straight here.
These people? They're crazy! Yeah, yeah, they act normal - feed us, walk us, play with us - but there's something more sinister going on. Can't quite put my paw on it, but something's just not right.
Let me start by saying that Tika is completely besotted with them. Follows them around, sleeps under their desk, jumps up on the couch with them, does everything she's told. Even after she tried to run away - which was clear evidence to me that she really wanted out of here ... and lucky girl, she almost made it ... I was cheering her on ... "Run, Tika, Run!" - she went on and on about how nice Jenny was not to scold her. I think she's been brainwashed, indoctrinated, proselytized!
Okay, so Tika's blogs paint a rosy picture, but she wasn't all that fussed about them at first either. Obviously, they did something to her that changed her thinking. I'm pretty sure it's the cuddles she got on Day 1!
Damn those cuddles. They'll alter anyone's perception.
Me, on the other hand, I took my time 'getting to know them' - at least that's what they think. But actually, I was planning my strategy, plotting my course for the time we are stuck here, figuring out the best approach to get what I need without letting them think I trust them. I watch them like a hawk, and it's paying off. Thanks to me, they haven't accidentally - deliberately??? - put us in the washing machine yet. And the big guy? Even let him pat me ... but not for the first 3 days. Good trick, eh?!
I suppose the most suspicious element is the names they call us. Stupid things, like Precious, Cutey Pie, Little One, Skuzzlebutt, Jo-Jo Mo-Mo - I think it's code, but I'm not sure what for. Ah, I'll figure it out, but I'm sure it's not anything good!
Oops, someone is coming. Gotta switch off the lights and send this before I get caught. Hope you're happy you dumped us here ... GRRRRR!
M
PS Don't let anyone else see this. It will blow my cover!
PPS Where the bloody hell are you?????????????????
These people? They're crazy! Yeah, yeah, they act normal - feed us, walk us, play with us - but there's something more sinister going on. Can't quite put my paw on it, but something's just not right.
Let me start by saying that Tika is completely besotted with them. Follows them around, sleeps under their desk, jumps up on the couch with them, does everything she's told. Even after she tried to run away - which was clear evidence to me that she really wanted out of here ... and lucky girl, she almost made it ... I was cheering her on ... "Run, Tika, Run!" - she went on and on about how nice Jenny was not to scold her. I think she's been brainwashed, indoctrinated, proselytized!
Okay, so Tika's blogs paint a rosy picture, but she wasn't all that fussed about them at first either. Obviously, they did something to her that changed her thinking. I'm pretty sure it's the cuddles she got on Day 1!
Damn those cuddles. They'll alter anyone's perception.
Me, on the other hand, I took my time 'getting to know them' - at least that's what they think. But actually, I was planning my strategy, plotting my course for the time we are stuck here, figuring out the best approach to get what I need without letting them think I trust them. I watch them like a hawk, and it's paying off. Thanks to me, they haven't accidentally - deliberately??? - put us in the washing machine yet. And the big guy? Even let him pat me ... but not for the first 3 days. Good trick, eh?!
I suppose the most suspicious element is the names they call us. Stupid things, like Precious, Cutey Pie, Little One, Skuzzlebutt, Jo-Jo Mo-Mo - I think it's code, but I'm not sure what for. Ah, I'll figure it out, but I'm sure it's not anything good!
Oops, someone is coming. Gotta switch off the lights and send this before I get caught. Hope you're happy you dumped us here ... GRRRRR!
M
PS Don't let anyone else see this. It will blow my cover!
PPS Where the bloody hell are you?????????????????
Day 4
So, imagine this. We're rudely awoken from our sleep by some silly talk about running out of time. What are they going on about? It's 5:00 am! There's plenty of time.
Then the usual routine - we are let outside to do our stuff, then we are fed, then they feed themselves, and then ... well, then the lights go out again and we are plunged into some form of solitary confinement. Yep, you got it - they went out! Don't they know it's too early? Nothing will be open ... except perhaps Timmies???!!!
Anyway, Moj and I passed the time by wondering and wandering a bit and then sleeping, although I was tempted to get the cards out again. And around the time we were feeling a bit peckish, Jenny comes back, muttering something about the car, and lets us outside.
Speaking of which, Leon did a great job with the deck - thank goodness, we can still open the back door. And just as well. Looked for a while like we were going to have to go out the front and round the back, but that didn't work out so well when we tried it. I decided to break free of my leash and go sauntering down the front sidewalk. Hey, how was I to know their front yard wasn't fenced in?!
Poor Jenny was almost at the side gate when I took off, so she quickly put Mojo in the back and then come running after me. Not sure why she was so frantic. I was completely fine - just wanted to explore a bit.
Instead of lecturing me, Jenny told me about the great big Rottie that lives down the street - no, not Harley, some other big brute - who likes to eat little dogs for breakfast. That was enough to turn me from my roaming life. Definitely staying closer to home now.
Besides, it's nice here. Quiet, comfy, lots of room to move, food's good, people are friendly. What more could a dog want?! Oh, and that backyard. Fantastic for exploring. Not that there's anything exciting there - no ornaments, no clocks, no garage, and only one tree. But Moj has constructed quite the trail for us to run through, and there's still plenty of unchartered territory to travel.
Anyway, all the adventuring wore us out. All four of us! The lights went out at 9:15 pm, and although Mojo protested a bit, I reminded him that tomorrow was another day full of possibility, and he seemed content with that.
Hope you are sleeping well, wherever you are.
Tika
Then the usual routine - we are let outside to do our stuff, then we are fed, then they feed themselves, and then ... well, then the lights go out again and we are plunged into some form of solitary confinement. Yep, you got it - they went out! Don't they know it's too early? Nothing will be open ... except perhaps Timmies???!!!
Anyway, Moj and I passed the time by wondering and wandering a bit and then sleeping, although I was tempted to get the cards out again. And around the time we were feeling a bit peckish, Jenny comes back, muttering something about the car, and lets us outside.
Speaking of which, Leon did a great job with the deck - thank goodness, we can still open the back door. And just as well. Looked for a while like we were going to have to go out the front and round the back, but that didn't work out so well when we tried it. I decided to break free of my leash and go sauntering down the front sidewalk. Hey, how was I to know their front yard wasn't fenced in?!
Poor Jenny was almost at the side gate when I took off, so she quickly put Mojo in the back and then come running after me. Not sure why she was so frantic. I was completely fine - just wanted to explore a bit.
Instead of lecturing me, Jenny told me about the great big Rottie that lives down the street - no, not Harley, some other big brute - who likes to eat little dogs for breakfast. That was enough to turn me from my roaming life. Definitely staying closer to home now.
Besides, it's nice here. Quiet, comfy, lots of room to move, food's good, people are friendly. What more could a dog want?! Oh, and that backyard. Fantastic for exploring. Not that there's anything exciting there - no ornaments, no clocks, no garage, and only one tree. But Moj has constructed quite the trail for us to run through, and there's still plenty of unchartered territory to travel.
Anyway, all the adventuring wore us out. All four of us! The lights went out at 9:15 pm, and although Mojo protested a bit, I reminded him that tomorrow was another day full of possibility, and he seemed content with that.
Hope you are sleeping well, wherever you are.
Tika
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Day 3
Crazy! All that card playing the night before last made us super hyper and it took a while for us to settle down. Finally we lapsed into a deep sleep, and was again surprised when morning arrived out of nowhere.
Routine seems to be how these people get through their day. Up at 5:00, let us out, fed us, fed themselves, then Leon disappeared again and Jenny sat down at her desk. Moj and I followed suit - little poker joke there - and hit the hay for more rest. Which made sense - the sun wasn't even up, so no point us trying to beat it.
Spent the morning sleeping, spent the afternoon sleeping ... sort of ... and in between, got to watch Law and Order at noon. Love that show! Then spent time outside, visited with a neighbour, and watched as Leon tried to stop the rising deck from blocking the outside door.
Tea time was uneventful, but that was fine. Both Moj and I were exhausted. Won't need to count sheep tonight!
Tika
Routine seems to be how these people get through their day. Up at 5:00, let us out, fed us, fed themselves, then Leon disappeared again and Jenny sat down at her desk. Moj and I followed suit - little poker joke there - and hit the hay for more rest. Which made sense - the sun wasn't even up, so no point us trying to beat it.
Spent the morning sleeping, spent the afternoon sleeping ... sort of ... and in between, got to watch Law and Order at noon. Love that show! Then spent time outside, visited with a neighbour, and watched as Leon tried to stop the rising deck from blocking the outside door.
Tea time was uneventful, but that was fine. Both Moj and I were exhausted. Won't need to count sheep tonight!
Tika
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Day 2
Back on our feet after the big sleep, it took us a few minutes to remember where we were. But hey, ultimately, people are people, and as long as they feed us and pet us, what do we care?!
Turns out, our sleeping quarters are a huge room - in the kitchen! And I gotta say, it was incredible. No snoring people to contend with, no sudden flailing of arms and legs at two in the morning, and no stupid alarms to disturb us. Plus, Mojo and I were lulled to sleep by the smell of food - all around us. Fantastic! We walked around and did what we wanted, but it wasn't until midnight that I found the cards, at which point Moj and I pulled out the chairs and played Texas Hold 'Em until the wee hours.
Literally ... which was 5:00 am, when Jenny came downstairs and let us outside. My, how the time had flown!
Breakfast was brilliant - those two really know how to serve up a storm - and then Leon disappeared, Jenny sat down to work, and we headed off to snoozeville.
Mojo seems to have really settled down, although still a bit wary of Leon, but I am a bit sad. I like to sit under Jenny's chair every now and then - makes me feel better. For the most part, Moj and I are getting on okay ... well, except for one little fight. Hey, it wasn't my fault! He was lying in MY bed!!!!!!!!!!
The day progressed sleepily, we played outside for a while because it warmed up to 0C or something, and Jenny shovelled out a path so we didn't have to trek through the snow anymore. Leon came home, we ate - actually, he fed us! - and then they ate, and before long it was bedtime.
What can I say. Time flies when you're having fun!
Tika
PS Leon has started calling Moj "Momo" - what's up with that??!!
Turns out, our sleeping quarters are a huge room - in the kitchen! And I gotta say, it was incredible. No snoring people to contend with, no sudden flailing of arms and legs at two in the morning, and no stupid alarms to disturb us. Plus, Mojo and I were lulled to sleep by the smell of food - all around us. Fantastic! We walked around and did what we wanted, but it wasn't until midnight that I found the cards, at which point Moj and I pulled out the chairs and played Texas Hold 'Em until the wee hours.
Literally ... which was 5:00 am, when Jenny came downstairs and let us outside. My, how the time had flown!
Breakfast was brilliant - those two really know how to serve up a storm - and then Leon disappeared, Jenny sat down to work, and we headed off to snoozeville.
Mojo seems to have really settled down, although still a bit wary of Leon, but I am a bit sad. I like to sit under Jenny's chair every now and then - makes me feel better. For the most part, Moj and I are getting on okay ... well, except for one little fight. Hey, it wasn't my fault! He was lying in MY bed!!!!!!!!!!
The day progressed sleepily, we played outside for a while because it warmed up to 0C or something, and Jenny shovelled out a path so we didn't have to trek through the snow anymore. Leon came home, we ate - actually, he fed us! - and then they ate, and before long it was bedtime.
What can I say. Time flies when you're having fun!
Tika
PS Leon has started calling Moj "Momo" - what's up with that??!!
Monday, January 11, 2010
Day 1
G’day Mum and Dad,
Well, we made it through the first day. And it sure was fun! All the new smells and noises and places to check out kept us busy for hours. After Mum left, Mojo and I ran right upstairs to see what has happening up there, and then Mojo ran right back down again. I was a little unsure of the big steps, so Jenny carried me back down. She blocked it off to keep us safe, because there’s no backing on the steps and she’s worried we’ll fall through. But that’s okay – plenty of room in the house to run and play and relax.
I eventually fell asleep for a while in my bed around 10:30 am, but Moj took up position on the top of the couch fairly early on where he kept watch for a bit. When he came back down to earth, there was no sleep for him – probably because I hogged the entire bed and he couldn't figure out where to lie down!
He told me later that he almost licked Jenny’s hand, but then headed off looking for somewhere to lay his tired, panting little head. Funny little guy!!!!!
Actually, Moj isn’t acting the way I thought he would. Whenever he goes outside, he forages through all the deep snow, leaving trails for me to follow and almost losing himself in the process. Fortunately, they have shovels to dig him out if necessary, so I guess it’s all okay.
All that trailblazing finally caught up with him and he dropped, plum tuckered out, in the space behind Jenny's desk. Sleeping like a baby!
At 2:55 pm, Mojo wagged his tail for the first time and at 5:05, he finally let Jenny pat him. Hurrah! Happy he was!
We weren't sure how or when we were going to be fed, but all of a sudden, shortly after 4:00 pm, there it was, all ready for us in the kitchen! Joy, oh joy!!!!! Both of us ate everything and as our reward, we got to go outside and play in the snow again. There is so much snow for us, and with Moj leading the way, I don't have to do any work at all to get around the yard!
The next thing we knew, Leon came home. Of course, neither of us really remembered him, but I didn't care ... much. What was more surprising is that Moj didn't seem to mind hardly at all. No barking, no growling ... and no going anywhere near him, but hey, that's okay. Anyway, it was his loss because Leon taught me how to make oven french fries. Delish!
Gotta go now. Will pick up where I left off tomorrow. Hope you are having fun, 'cause we are!
Tika
Well, we made it through the first day. And it sure was fun! All the new smells and noises and places to check out kept us busy for hours. After Mum left, Mojo and I ran right upstairs to see what has happening up there, and then Mojo ran right back down again. I was a little unsure of the big steps, so Jenny carried me back down. She blocked it off to keep us safe, because there’s no backing on the steps and she’s worried we’ll fall through. But that’s okay – plenty of room in the house to run and play and relax.
I eventually fell asleep for a while in my bed around 10:30 am, but Moj took up position on the top of the couch fairly early on where he kept watch for a bit. When he came back down to earth, there was no sleep for him – probably because I hogged the entire bed and he couldn't figure out where to lie down!
He told me later that he almost licked Jenny’s hand, but then headed off looking for somewhere to lay his tired, panting little head. Funny little guy!!!!!
Actually, Moj isn’t acting the way I thought he would. Whenever he goes outside, he forages through all the deep snow, leaving trails for me to follow and almost losing himself in the process. Fortunately, they have shovels to dig him out if necessary, so I guess it’s all okay.
All that trailblazing finally caught up with him and he dropped, plum tuckered out, in the space behind Jenny's desk. Sleeping like a baby!
At 2:55 pm, Mojo wagged his tail for the first time and at 5:05, he finally let Jenny pat him. Hurrah! Happy he was!
We weren't sure how or when we were going to be fed, but all of a sudden, shortly after 4:00 pm, there it was, all ready for us in the kitchen! Joy, oh joy!!!!! Both of us ate everything and as our reward, we got to go outside and play in the snow again. There is so much snow for us, and with Moj leading the way, I don't have to do any work at all to get around the yard!
The next thing we knew, Leon came home. Of course, neither of us really remembered him, but I didn't care ... much. What was more surprising is that Moj didn't seem to mind hardly at all. No barking, no growling ... and no going anywhere near him, but hey, that's okay. Anyway, it was his loss because Leon taught me how to make oven french fries. Delish!
Gotta go now. Will pick up where I left off tomorrow. Hope you are having fun, 'cause we are!
Tika
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