Monday, September 12, 2005
Catching up
We had a typical weekend, with me either keeping busy and cheerful, or pouting about something. Saturday started off okay, in that no one was bleeding when I got up, but Mike HAD puttered around disassembling things I would have rather he did not (the remains of the window he broke the week before) and committing other crimes against the household at large. Then, since he was in the wrong and in trouble, HE was snarly and contentious (a pattern we have noticed but not yet figured out how to nullify).
Good times, good times. Except for in the way it SO wasn't.
Sunday was better (boring to others, but better) and today has been pretty good. I was awakened by my pupgirl Climber, who jumped up next to me in bed, but not to snuggle or play. She sat down by my shoulder and LOOKED at me with a Worried Dog Look, then LOOKED up at the window, and then back at me, running through this until I gave in and got up.
I hadn't been able to hear the problem because the window fan was going in the bedroom, but from the hall by the back door I could now hear a loud grinding, clanking rumbling mechanical sound. What Climber had been alerting me to was The Invasion of the Roadside Mower.
As a Border Collie/Blue Heeler mix, she is dedicated to protecting her territory, and anytime she's outside, she runs briskly about, chasing birds off our phone lines and terminating grasshoppers (which are delicious!) with extreme prejudice. But the clanky thing was out of her league and she knew it, so she very wisely came quietly to me for help.
And of course once I looked out the door at it, it went away, so I am basking in the undeserved glow of being the BIG Rouster!
Good times, good times. Except for in the way it SO wasn't.
Sunday was better (boring to others, but better) and today has been pretty good. I was awakened by my pupgirl Climber, who jumped up next to me in bed, but not to snuggle or play. She sat down by my shoulder and LOOKED at me with a Worried Dog Look, then LOOKED up at the window, and then back at me, running through this until I gave in and got up.
I hadn't been able to hear the problem because the window fan was going in the bedroom, but from the hall by the back door I could now hear a loud grinding, clanking rumbling mechanical sound. What Climber had been alerting me to was The Invasion of the Roadside Mower.
As a Border Collie/Blue Heeler mix, she is dedicated to protecting her territory, and anytime she's outside, she runs briskly about, chasing birds off our phone lines and terminating grasshoppers (which are delicious!) with extreme prejudice. But the clanky thing was out of her league and she knew it, so she very wisely came quietly to me for help.
And of course once I looked out the door at it, it went away, so I am basking in the undeserved glow of being the BIG Rouster!
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