Driving Through the City.....

Well, as I was stopped at a light, a kid came over to me with a sign on a piece of cardboard that read:

Homeless, Need Money For Food

I, in turn and well-prepared, showed him my cardboard sign that read:

Mother of 3, Need Money for Gas, Food, and More

He got really mad.  What? I thought we were sharing stuff about ourselves.

Seriously, now, it may seem callous of me, but I had seen this guy several times before and he was wearing a decent outfit with nice sneakers and had a backpack.  Between lights, I had even seen him smoking a cigarette and laughing with two of his friends.  When the light changed, he turned with a sad look and pulled out his infamous sign, so NO, I was not buying the act, at least not from this guy!

Granny Puppy

In this first photo, our pup is looking at my daughter like, "I can not believe you are doing this to me," as she is wearing her coat backwards and on her head.

Now in this photo, she is also sporting glasses to make her look like a granny.  What a sport!

Singing Fish

My daughter made herself into a singing fish via this video. Take a look!

Dogged Days of Summer

One day I was home alone with our two puppies for the day.  Oh what a day it was!  When I woke up and went to take them out for the first time, I was just in my nightshirt, and after about 15 minutes or so, two police men came into the backyard.  I had forgotten to turn off the house alarm!  Oh great! You can not hear the alarm on the outside of the house either.  Boy is that not a deterrent for burglars BEFORE they enter your house.

The next time they had to go out to the bathroom, I was still in my nightshirt and I took them to get the mail.  Halfway back, I heard my neighbor yell, "he's out! he's out!" I took that to mean that one of her dogs was out.  Yep! Her new, male puppy, twice the size of my dogs was right at us and he was in a biting match with my male dog.  I was quickly figuring out my loyalty to the mail and my phone.  The mail was quickly thrown down and the phone followed shortly thereafter.  With a quick one scoop, I grabbed my dogs and had both of them in one hand, and was holding them above my head.  My dogs were barking their heads off above my head as if to say, "If she didn't have us up here, we'd be kicking your a$$," as they did running starts followed by push-offs off the top of my head. (Really guys?)  I finally made it to the top of our deck stairs and to the sliding glass door where I opened it a sliver and tossed the dogs in.  With only the glass between them and the neighbor's dog, they were barking, as if to say, "If this glass weren't here, we would be all up in your face, and ...another thing....get off of our property or else!" Just then,  my neighbor made it up the deck stairs out of breath.  Are you kidding me?  You are out of breath?  I was SO out of breath, I could not even speak.  I put one finger up to let her know to give me a minute to catch my breath before I could introduce myself (as we had never met). Once we could both breathe again, we had some laughs and they fixed their fence.

One would have thought that this would have been enough for one day, but oh no, those dogs' bladders still filled meaning that they needed to go out yet again.  I took our female dog out just before dusk and ran her by throwing the ball back and forth.  Obviously, this is off leash. Well, she saw a bunny. Need I say more? Yes, she chased the bunny right into the wood and got herself caught in a little pricker cage.  I had to go back to the house to get a flashlight and some clippers, which upset her and she barked and cried the whole time.  (She is a very verbal dog.)  Still in my nightshirt, I went back down in what can only be described now as the dark and found her about 7 feet deep in the woods, in an all pricker bush type area, of course. My legs were getting all scratched up and I freed her and kind of tossed her over to an area where she could walk out from there, but noooo, she won't do a thing unless I carried the little pain out like a princess!

...and that was my day, dear. How was yours?