Category: Pets

Crankypantsing, Pets, Photography

Patina

Shelly

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I’ve taken photos of the front door handle before, but in the rain, when the blue-green patina doesn’t show up very well.

It’s a beautiful day for wandering around and taking photos. I had to work, though. I ended up leaving a couple of hours early, because I had a headache, which means that even though I’m home, I don’t really feel like tromping around outdoors. Hopefully it’ll be gone soon, because I’d really like to stop at the little graveyard on the edge of town, on my way to my cat sitting job. I planned to stop yesterday, but there were a bunch of AT&T trucks in the parking area, so I didn’t have a place to pull in. Besides, I don’t exactly relish the idea of visiting the dead folks with a bunch of guys from the phone company watching me.

Speaking of cats, I can hear Pandora making her usual muffled wailing noises. Whenever she finds a stray sock or wash cloth, she wanders around the house with it stuffed in her mouth, crying. Over and over and over and over and over and over again. She started doing that about 10 years ago. I haven’t any idea why, except that she’s a mutant freak. It’s kind of funny, when it’s not annoying. Today, it’s not exactly helping my headache.

Pets, Photography

Fog

Shelly

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It’s 48F right now with 94% humidity, so obviously, there’s a misty drizzle and fog. It’s supposed to stay this way for awhile, too.

The bunnies are happy about the warm weather. When I took Harriet out this morning, there were at least ten rabbits grazing in the back field. They weren’t inclined to leave, either, which made Harriet’s morning potty trip both exciting and educational. We had a wonderful opportunity to work on our ability to ignore tempting, tasty morsels of rabbity goodness. Harriet’s response was something along the lines of, “Okayfinethen! If I can’t have them, I’m going to pretend they don’t exist.” I had to laugh, because that’s pretty much how I feel about the candy jar at work.

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Groovy Fish

Shelly

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I had to take Harriet’s new fish away from her, at least temporarily. She very deliberately started chewing them his lower fins off. I should try to get a photo of it, because it’s kind of impressive. There’s a straight cut line, as if she’d used scissors.

I think I’m going to have to cut the fins off completely if I want to give the fish back to her. I don’t think she’d actually eat them, but I don’t want to take a chance. For now, Mr. Groovy Fish is sitting on top of one of the bookcases. Harriet is not amused. Every time I go into the living room, she parks herself in front of him and moos, like a lovesick cow.

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Miss Brown

Shelly

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I forgot to buy cat litter the last time I was at the store, so I stopped to get some on my way home from work today. Boy, was that ever a mistake! Not being any kind of sportsballs fan, I didn’t realize that tomorrow is Superbowl Sunday. Target was packed. I figured that, since I was having to fight my way through the barbarian hordes, I may as well make it worth my while. The pet supply section was relatively quiet, so I hunted around for a new toy for Harriet. I also picked up a new collar for her. It’s purple, though you can’t tell in this photo.

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Adventures in Shopping

Shelly

I had a long and varied list of things I needed to shop for, so I had to stop at three places. One of them was Target, where I ended up in line behind a young guy who was buying:

1. Two bottles of toilet bowl cleaner
2. One jumbo bag of beef jerky (teriyaki flavor)
3. One bottle of KY Intimate Lubricant

M’kaythen!

At the grocery store, the man behind me in line bought:

1. Five Michelina’s frozen mac-n-cheese dinners
2. Five single serving jars of Campbell’s chicken noodle soup
3. One box of granola cereal
4. One bag of pre-washed, chopped iceberg lettuce
5. One roll of Scott toilet tissue

All the above were stretched out neatly, in single file, in the dead center of the conveyor belt.

Also seen at the grocery store, a young woman picking through packages of meat with a produce bag over her hand. Part of me thinks that’s very clever, and another part of me thinks it’s overkill.

I also picked up cat food and dog food. Pandora eats a little bit of kibble, but mostly she’s on canned food. When she saw the two flats of cans sitting on the dining table, she immediately jumped up and installed herself atop them. She knew those were for her.

Crankypantsing, Pets

Dog Breading

Shelly

As I was taking Miss Brown out for her evening walk last night, one of the Stompy Girls and her boyfriend were coming in.

BF of SG: Hey, that’s a Boxer!
Me: (Pure jeenyous!) Yes, it is.
BF of SG: Hey, it be a girl or a boy?
Me: (Egad!) Girl.
BF of SG: Hey, is she been spaded?
Me: (Is. She. Been.) Yes. Yes, she has.
BF of SG: Oh. Well, that’s too bad.
Me: (Thank goodness!) Sorry!
BF of SG: Hey, you sure?
Me: (Boggle) Yes, I’m sure. Besides, she’s old and lumpy. (Not to mention the fact that her temperament is Teh Suck.)
BF of SG: Naw, she ain’t too old!
Me: (Yuh-huh!) Um, well, it was nice talking to you.

The funny part was that, even though this guy was clearly interested in setting up my dog for a sexxxy hot date, he was too frightened of her to actually come anywhere near her. When he and SG saw us coming out of the building, they both stepped off the sidewalk. Way, way, way off the sidewalk.