Tag: Humor

It Was Me. I Let the Dog In!

~ JodiLea

Oh Dear.
I thought the rusty colored soil and pine tree sap were bad enough. Then, puppy began shedding.  My mostly BLACK puppy. Every tail wag or movement leaves clumps of fur. When she scratches herself, tufts of fine hair float away from her. I now get what they mean by the term “the fur’s flying”.

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It is not the fur itself that bothers me. Y’all know I’m a dog-lover, right? I’ve had a BMD before, so I know about fur. However, we had wooden floors with some rugs when we had BMD #1.  With BMD #2 we have light beige carpeting.

As you can see, the non-vacuumed carpet is covered with tufts of fur. The fact that I brush her everyday, getting fist sized fur-balls off of her, matters not.  Two days after vacuuming, the lower half of the photo matches the top part. TWO DAYS!  Add the fur-bunnies that move around in the kitchen when you walk and you have the “Worst Housekeeper Award” all sewed up. I don’t believe our town gives out that award because I would already have one if they did.

Hubby reminds me that she is my puppy and I promised to clean up after her. I understand completely and I comply.  The only problem is the issue about the vacuum cleaner itself.  If you are a fairly new reader, you may not know about “Big Yellow“. I urge you to follow the link and find out about this aggravation I did not need, and is still a source of bitterness that Ben could be proud of, 3-years later!

TTFN,
Jodi Lea

Is Your Puppy Taller Than You Thought?

~ JodiLea ~ 4 Comments

I’m sorry if I have disappointed these past few weeks. No posts because other things keep popping up and there are only 24-hours a day. I have no new photos either, because, well…

My puppy is taller than I thought.

It’s like Ziva’s legs grow a 1/2 inch a day.  Last week only her nose came up to the patio table. This week she can see what is on the table, and pluck it right off.

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Unfortunately, my new camera, was too close to the edge of our patio table. And when Ziva got to be uncontrollable (every evening around 5:00pm) she was sent outside. To her delight, there was a shiny silver box to snatch off the table to gnaw on and toss about.  And since it was dark out there I failed to notice anything amiss.

Hubby found it the next morning. He was not happy with either Ziva or myself. The limited warranty did not include puppy destruction, much to my dismay.

Being his sweet, forgiving (and handsome) self – he bought me a new camera, again. It is sitting under my computer monitor, right in front of my face.  When I have read the user manual – I have to download the PDF of course, manufacturers are too cheap to send you a real one – I can then set up the multitude of settings. Then, maybe I will be able to take some photos.  Sheesh!

I will tuck my nifty new camera inside a drawer where we keep cameras. It will be safe there.

Until puppy learns how to pull open drawers.  😉