A Few Fallish Pix

Down my driveway . . . 

to the left of the house . . . 

. . . to my GORGEOUS back yard with some show-offy trees:

And down to the lake:

View of the lake from my back yard.

And to the lake in the morning, down my street:

BEAUTIFUL!

For Hosannah

Hurricane Sandy

To quote chiro-sis, "If I didn't know it was a hurricane, I would think it was just raining." A lot. Other than that, I didn't lose power. I didn't have to use the water I had in jugs. I'm v. grateful! In fact, this is the extent of the damage:

See the branch across the driveway? Yeah. That was it. 

Bingo-Mango-Tango-Dingo

Nephew Ro LOVES Bingo. He calls her Mango.
Mum: I quite like Mango!
Brother Atlasta: It's Dingo.
Me:

Anyway, Ro likes to walk her "by mysep." She's so good with him!

Heading up the driveway.

She doesn't pull.

Saying hullo to Tabby. "Watch your phalanges, Rowan!" I say when he's around the cat.

Heading back toward the house.

Ro runs everywhere!

Trying to get Bingo to go up Maggie's ramp.

Bingo set Rowan straight: we always go to the back yard after we're in the front. 

They're BOTH looking down: "What's this?"

Ro says, "Tum on, Mango!" 

Tabby comes to join them. 

Hullo.

Back up to the house. Tabby leads the way.

And sits on the porch . . . 

Ro waits behind Tabby for Bingo to come up the stairs.

 A coupla days later, we popped over to chiro-sister's & Ro wanted to walk Bingo, of course:

Running down the hill together.

 Mum is at Ruth's doing some construction in the basement; drywall & whatnot:

Bingo says hello to Mum as she's working.

In the back yard. Hullo.

Bingo!  Hullo.  :-)

 In preparation of Hurricane Sandy, I gave Bingo a bath. If my power goes out, I want her to be clean & fluffy so I don't have to hear the she-smells-like-a-dog comments. As I've mentioned before, she's not a fan of the bath. I got a new hand held shower because I thought it might make it easier for her baths. Meh. She doesn't have to stand in water, but it's still not so easy. She wouldn't come down the hallway even with the promise of cheese in my hand beckoning her. So I pulled out the big guns & unscrewed the lid off her peanut butter jar. Well. That did it! She clicky-clacked down the hallway to the bathroom. It seems she will do anything for peanut butter. Good to know! Once in the tub, I smeared the peanut butter all along the top of the bathtub so she could happily lick while I got her all soapy & wet. [Insert eye-roll from Mum & an Eeewwww!] The actual bathing part doesn't take too long; it's all the preparation and then coaxing into the tub, keeping in the tub, and then letting her shake water all over the bathroom once out of the tub/drying off, and then the cleaning of the bathroom post Bingo-bath. Phew! Done.

Will have more autumny-pix in the next post. Even with the impending doom of a hurricane, we've had some really BEAUTIFUL days!

Bingo Monday

Mum: I thought you weren't eating ice cream.
Me: I'm not. Except when I am.

And lucky Bingo . . .

. . . gets to lick out the container.

Slurp. (Photo doctored by John Morgan--no link).

YUM. And somebody needs a pedicure!

Last week, Tuesday to be precise, fall officially began. Something shifted, and all of a sudden, the trees were showing off their fall foilage. Here's Bingo heading into the woods in the back yard:

GLORIOUS tulip poplar trees.

Red bud leaf.  :-)

 Heading up the driveway:

 More leaves:

Another jaunt to the back yard:

Tabby Bobcat leading the way.

See that brilliant red leaf that is hanging over Tabby? It's poison ivy.

I was trying to get him out of it, but of course he was having none of it. Plus I'm wrangling Bingo on her leash while simultaneously trying to get a good photo! This must be my lame super power. Anyway, the thing about animals going thru poison ivy is that the oil from the leaves gets on their fur, so even if they don't get poison ivy, if you pet them, you can get it.

And back to Bingo. I just got a 25 lb. bag of Pamela's GF bread flour mix. I was transferring it to containers and I spilled some on Bingo:

She didn't mind, and perhaps you can't see it--but the flour is on her ear & sprinkled onto her back. It reminded me of a time I had a similar mishap with my dog Barkley when I was making bread, only she was COVERED, poor thing!

On another walk in the back:

See Tabby eyeing the leash?

 This is what he does:

The purpose of the leash is for his amusement. 

Bingo got her first adjustment from chiro-sis Ruth yesterday:

Ruth palpating.

Click-click with the activator.

More palpating.

How ya doin', Bingo?

Ruth muscle-checking that Bingo doesn't need any more treatment.

My dear friend from Luray, Lena, came for a vizzie this weekend. Sorry--no pix of her with Bingo. She has known all my dogs: Barkley & Remi, Maggie & Millie, and now Bingo--whom she adores! We went to Petco together and she helped me pick out some nail clippers so I can clip Bingo's nails. Lena showed me how--no pictures, tho because I had to hold Bingo. Poor thing! She was not a fan! I was giving her treats as Lena was doing it, and she was getting my hand all spitty while I was trying to hold her still. I'll have to get a close-up photo of Bingo's back legs, because she has dew claws on all her legs, including her hind legs. It almost looks like she has opposable thumbs back there. Anyway, Lena said I need to clip every week. We'll see how that goes! And that was our week; enjoying walks and the beautiful fall colours. I have scads more pix, but I'm going to save them for another post so that I can get this blog post posted!