Oh, what a week!
Oh, Buddy. Our first fight.
Then I went to investigate how he got out of the yard. [I got dressed first. Did I need to add that little tidbit? I wasn't inspecting the fence in my towel, is what I'm saying.]
Chiro-sis was over for a cup of tea, so we secured the point of escape:
|Beagle proofed: Fire wood, fence post & portable file box. There, that'll fix it.|
So I finally got him down by the lake. Fortunately I nabbed him before he headed into the marsh. I get him on the leash as I'm sucking wind. He's all excited and sniffing around on the trail of something. "Come on, bloodhound. Time to go back home." And then I look at where I'm standing in the middle of the woods and realize something: When I'm scared about my dog and running after him, I'm not thinking about snakes or spiders or poison ivy. But when I looked back from my starting point, all of a sudden I'm aware. Chasing after him I plowed thru several spiderwebs. Why do they build them at face level? Why?! But we made it home.
I went to inspect the fence & found his exit point: he could flatten himself out like a badger and slide under the entire fence by the gate! So I have more fence securing to do. But look:
|I couldn't ever be mad at this little guy.|
|He's too CUTE!|
|Zzzzz . . . .|
|See the door mat to the left? Rita saw that & said, "Aww. Isn't that cute. |
Buddy ate the door mat." Yes, yes he did.
I didn't really like that door mat all that much anyway.
|Yogurt container time.|
And Buddy got yogurt on his nose & he couldn't lick it off:
"Look how CUTE he is with the yogurt on his nose!" I said.
Ruth, with slight Mum-ish eye roll: "It's just yogurt on his nose. Sheesh."
And then she made the first-time mother comment.
Lest you think the blog has gone to Buddy, here's Bingo under the table with hers:
Post yogurt containers:
My sweet Bingo, non-destroyer of the sofa:
In the office:
|Curled up on my computer bag.|
In the living room:
|I'm trying not to neglect Tabby, so we were having some bonding time. |
Buddy, ever fascinated by Bob. *sigh* As much as Tabby doesn't like Reggie....
"Again with the shoes?" you may be thinking. "Haven't you learned your lesson?" Yes. But these were hidden under the side table by the door, so Buddy couldn't get to them. Except that I moved the sofa away from the window after I cleaned off all the doggie nose prints, courtesy of Buddy & Reggie. And so he went behind the sofa & got them from the other end. I didn't realize until:
While we're out in the back, check out the holes:
|Courtesy of Buddy. What a digger!|
This will give you an idea of how deep:
|These are all 6-8 inches at least.|
Here he is during my inspection:
|"Oh, Buddy. What impressive craters you have dug in the back yard!"|
But then this:
|My little snuggle |
In The Back Yard
View out the kitchen window:
|Reggie & Bingo.|
|Bingo makes that "Arr-arr" sound when she's all scritchy-scratchy on her back.|
|Reggie: Hullo. |
Bingo: Zzzzz . . . .
|My sweet Reggie. We're coming up on our one-year anniversary. :-)|
|Bingo rolling some more. Life is good!|
|View out kitchen window.|
I did all the dog bed covers. I put them on the chair & I was putting one on and Buddy jumped up:
|Snuggling into fresh laundry.|
Perhaps Chiro-sis is right.
She would say, "It's just LAUNDRY."
Bingo on her bed. Buddy on this one:
I tried to get a shot of Reggie but he slinked off:
|Such a distinguished profile.|
And that's our week. All is well in the House of Chambers. :-) HAPPY Monday!