M&M Monday

What is Millie looking at?

Lawnmower Mel paying a vizzie.

Every once in a while, the dogs do something new:

Millie, all nestled in the honeysuckle.

Where's Maggie?

*yawn*  Under the porch.

The other day I was out walking my labyrinth & I saw Fisherman Willie coming up the drive:

I met him at the back porch to return a water bottle, & of course the girls had to say hello:

Hullo.

Then Millie planted herself near the Gator.

Fisherman Willie inched back & Millie didn't budge!

Away he goes!

Aaaaand . . . 

Back in the honeysuckle.  :-)

Maggie has been exceptionally woofy lately.

Maggie: WOOF WOOF WOOF!
Me: What is it, Maggie?
Maggie: WOOF WOOF WOOF!
Me: Trouble at the old mill?!
Maggie: WOOF WOOF WOOF!
 Me: Timmy needs help?!

But seriously, I kid. We've been having rain on & off & I finally realized that she's hearing thunder way off in the distance before it gets here. Another thing is that there's road construction going on across the river in Rileyville, a few miles up the road. Except that it's magor-move-a-mountain-with-dynamite road construction. So I think she must be hearing the dynamite going off. So I'm being extra patient and giving her Whole System EEP along with having her wear her thunder shirt. Saturday night I was having a Drop Dead Diva marathon and I'm lying on the sofa and she's 4 feet away barking up a storm. Also 4 feat away from her food dish.

Maggie: WOOF WOOF WOOF!
Me: What is it?
Maggie: WOOF WOOF WOOF!
Me: Do you need to go out?
Maggie: WOOF WOOF WOOF!
Me: Out?
[Enter Tabby Bobcat thru the living room to the door. No dog budges].
Me: What do you need, Maggie? [Open door & let cat out]
Maggie: WOOF WOOF WOOF!
Me: Food? Water? 
[Move water bowl to Maggie]
Maggie: Slurp-slurp-slurp! WOOF WOOF WOOF!
[Put food bowl in front of her]
Maggie: Nom nom nom.
Me: *sigh*  You've got me trained.

At least I don't have to hand feed her like Gareth at Mystic Pet does!