Last Monday I woke to a bit of excitement--or I should say, inconvenience. I turned the tap on, and . . . no water. So an electrician came to inspect the well and found that lightning had struck the well cap & blown out the well pump. He was scheduled to come back on Tuesday, but it RAINED, so we had to wait til a sunnier day on Wednesday. So yes, for those doing no-water-math, that was three days! But having gone without water AND electricity for FIVE days last year
during a blizzard, this wasn't that bad. And
Fisherman Willie brought over a 5-gallon jug of water with a hand pump, so we had drinking water. The only thing was that I wash my hands a lot during the course of the day, especially after petting the dogs, so that was a bit of a challenge. Glad I didn't have any out-of-the-ordinary clean-ups!
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Maggie hanging out at the electrician's truck. |
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Maggie looks up at the electricians on the hill. |
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Awwww. Big points for being dog-friendly. :-) |
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Back up the ramp. |
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Watching the guys from her domain. |
Another day, another hanging out by the forsythia:
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Sweet Maggie. |
And here's Millie on the porch:
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with Tabby Bobcat. |
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Yoohoo, Mil! |
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Hullo. |
Here's Millie by the forsythia:
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*sniff* |
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Up the ramp. |
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*sniff* |
And this is what happens, whoever comes in the house first:
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Maggie plants herself in the entrance. By Millie's food bowl. |
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Millie sits and bides her time. Eventually she advances forward with a Grrrr. Then I take the food bowl away, and she wags her tail and walks by Maggie. Or vice-versa, if it's Millie sitting there and Maggie comes in last. It's the game they play. Silly girls. :-) |