Bud is fussy about his budget. He does a computer check on the bank account every morning. Our big dog, Croc eats a lot. That goes in the budget. What goes in must come out, so he poops a lot. Bud also likes to work that not the budget. “Croc pooped about a dollar’s worth.”
I’m glad I’m not in charge of accounting!”
We had a pet rat once. Doesn’t everybody? Well, as often happened, A young man came calling upon my daughter. As David was a pompous young man, full of himself, I was surprised my daughter had allowed him to visit. Continue reading
Squeaky was a rescue kitty who lived with us about three years, more or less. I considered him a delight. Bud, not so much. They had dominance issues they never completely worked out, but Squeaky gave it his best shot, taking swats at Bud till the last. Here you see Squeaky on his sunning shelf in the window. I put a bird feeder right outside to keep it interesting. Of course, the squirrel had to get in the act. They had a fine time together, playing through the window. Buzzy, my American Esky dog was always jealous of the quality time Squeaky spent on his perch in the window, backing up far enough to see them playing together, alternately crying and bringing toys to attempt to lure Squeaky away. Naturally, Squeaky ignored all that. Sadly, we recently lost Squeaky to kidney failure.
Buzzy, our four-year-old American Eskimo Dog is currently an only child. He came to a home already run by Sissy, an Esky. She was puppyish till Buzzy arrived, then immediately turned into a bipolar fun-police/grumpy old granny, alternately romping and bossing Buzzy. He was only supposed to have fun at her discretion. He enjoyed her Continue reading