Monday, July 21, 2014

Doggie Monday

Well, some excitement at the little lake house, but first:

RoRo Vizzie
Hey, Bingo! Wet's go down to the wake!
Translation: Hey Bingo! LET'S go down to the LAKE!

Rowan unlocking the gate.




Tabby














See Tabby thru the gate? 
 This was Bailey's squirrel that Reggie sneaked out to the yard & left in the RAIN:

Saturday, Chiro-sis came over to help me move furniture around. She let Rowan water the plants out front. Of course he got all wet!

Sunday after church:
Belly rubs!

Bingo modeling the new rug in the living room, which used to be in my bedroom.


More belly rubs!




Reggie watching all the action thru the cat door.
So, funny story. See this Teddy bear?

I found it out in the back yard, very dirty. I thought it was Bailey's, so I put it with her stuff. Bailey's dad said, "What's this?"  
Me: It's Bailey's toy. It was in the yard.
He: That's not hers. I thought it was yours.
Me: No, I thought it was hers. Who's is it?  

It's a mystery. Well. I had it on the cedar chest and when Rowan came over, he saw it and said with horror and a slight ring to his voice, "IS THAT MY TEDDY BEAR? WHAT HAPPENED TO IT? WHY IS IT ALL DIRTY?!!!" 

Mystery solved. 

So I put it in the washing machine and it is mostly-clean(er) now.

My New Buddy
This is the best wrong number call ever! A couple other people had my phone number before I got it &I get calls for them every once in a while. So I got a call on Saturday morning from a gal named Caroline looking for Julie to see if she'd be interested in taking in a rescued beagle. She told me that she had picked the dog up on a back road in the rain. He had no collar, and was very timid. She said that his behaviour led her to think he may have been mistreated, since he would cower or flinch with sudden movements. She named him Gus and was working on finding a home for him since she lived in an apartment. 

I said I wasn't Julie, but my friend Mari was in rescue with AARF. Well, one thing led to another, and this:

Bingo says hullo to Gus. He's SO CUTE I can barely stand it!

And then Reggie says hullo.

When Chiro-sis saw him she said, "Oh. I see he's intact."
Rowan: "What's intact?"
Us: "Nothing."
Really, that would've been a great conversation; but I wanna get it on video. Ha.

When Bingo & Reggie headed into the living room, Gus followed after them!

From there on out it was waggy tails all around.



Reggie is so small  to me, but this little guy is LITTLE.
Play bow to Reggie. 

At the watering hole with Bingo. 
Getting sleeeeeeepy.

Hullo. 
Based on his colouring, I'm thinking he's a beagle mixed with coonhound?

I popped over to Chiro-sis for an adjustment. I had joked with her that I would call him Sniffy, so he could be Snuffy's cousin. Snuffy is John Morgan's beagle. 

Here's Ro meeting the little guy:


Chillaxin'.
He jumped right up there with Ro.
Zzzzzz . . . .
As I was at my computer Sunday afternoon, here comes my little Buddy:
Zzzzzz . . . . 
So I'm fostering him until I can find a home for him. Allegedly. Reggie is already excited to have a new friend.  Rita came over last night and fell in love. Of course. She said I can't give him up. He is a cutie pie. I guess that wasn't a wrong number after all!  

Monday, July 14, 2014

Doggie Monday


Bailey

Bailey is a sweet, senior Golden Retriever. She stayed with me last week while my friend went to the beach.


I love this dog. 

Hullo.


Settling in.

Bingo in her spot, overseeing her domain.


Hullo.


"What's that?"

"I better be on the lookout."
 It was such a gorgeous day:
Blue skies.




We went for a walk to the lake, without the dogs:


Coming back, the greeting committee:

Reggie: "Weeeee!" 


Back in the house, Tabby sits up on his perch:

After my friend left, Bailey sat by the door:
Not too long, tho. I gave her treats.

*sniff*

Bailey: "Do you mind? I'm trying to attend to BUSINESS."
Reggie: "Come on! Let's play!"                                                  
*sniff*
*sniff*  



Front gate.

Tabby, happy to be on the front porch away from all the action.

Hullo.

See the post under the gate? That keeps Bingo IN the yard.

Such a distinguished profile.



Here's Bailey with her squirrel.
 But then:
Reggie likes toys, too & he took the squirrel outside, as pictured in the foreground.
Bingo is not the only fan of hanging out under the kitchen table: 


Bailey is afraid of thunderstorms, like Bingo. We were having a particularly boisterous storm, so I crushed some Benedryl into peanut butter. I added a doggie herbal tincture along with homeopathy. Then I put on their thundershirts.
Bailey liked Bingo's feeder!
Bingo's on a plate.
Of course, I couldn't leave Reggie out:


Bailey sporting the Thundershirt.

Bingo ready for belly rubs!

In the Office


Morning on The Back Porch





Reggie wants to play:

Look at him molting! He's like a llama.





Hello, sweet girl.




Reggie trying to play again.






Tabby looks on with typical cat disinterest.







I was all clicky-clicky with the camera, so she got up to say hi.


And then sat down.





Another feeding time:
The green feeder slowed Bailey down a bit, but not much!
 They saw a deer:

Bingo settles in.

Hullo, Reggie.
 I was babysitting Rowan & took Bailey with me to his house:
It was thundering.

No pix of my cute nephew, tho.


Reggie Gets the Green Feeder
I had originally gotten it for him, but it scared him, so I gave it to Bingo.

Hullo.
 In the meantime:
Bingo got her Wobbler again.

Bailey waits for a stray bit of kibble.




Bingo escaped yesterday. Again.  *le sigh*  Sneaky girl.  She just wants to go and chase deer and wallow in the swampy part of the lake.  I was trying not to panic, because that doesn't help. I heard, "Go to Rita's." So I got in the car & drove down to Rita's. She said she thought it was too far for Bingo to walk up, but she suggested we get in our cars and go around the neighborhood. On the way back, there was Bingo in a neighbor's driveway, a coupla doors down from mine. All muddy and happy.

Here she is, in her favourite dirt patch, after her safe return.