Auguste Rodin said it well: “Love your calling with passion, it is the meaning of your life.”
Well, maybe with a little mud thrown in for good measure….
See? It does happen!
I do my best to maintain my herding skills with all the neighborhood critters. There’s a house in the ‘hood that always has cats, cats, cats all over the place. Mom says they’re feral, whatever that means. The other day, we saw 5 (one was under the car)!
I think they were waiting for breakfast.
Then, there’s the elusive squirrel. They try their best to aggravate me to death with their chatter, chatter, chatter. One of these days, I’m gonna figure out how to climb a tree! Does anyone have a tree-climbing class for dogs that I could take?
Then, there’s my kitties…Thailing and Mystic. They always stay indoors so they don’t know anything about ferals or squirrels or such. But, Thailing went missing the other day (this is her when she’s not missing)
….except no one knew it but Mystic.
Mystic (at midnight): Mom, Thailing went out.
Mom (at midnight): We’re in here, Mystic. What’s wrong?
Mystic (2am): MOM, Thailing is out!
Mom (2am): What’s the matter, Mystic? Come get on the bed with us.
Mystic (5:30am): MOM, You’ve got to let her in! She’s scared.
Mom (5:30am): Awww, Mystic. You’ve been really fussy. What’s the matter? Do you want some lovin’? Here, let me hold you a minute.
You’re wondering about now why Mom didn’t understand what Mystic was saying. Well, let me tell you, I did! And, when they let me out to go potty a few hours later, guess who I found? Thailing!! I brought her back to the door; we both came in and Mystic stopped fussing.
All that work with ferals and squirrels has paid off. I can definitely say: Case solved!
(Pee Ess: No kitties were harmed in this adventure and Mom is looking for cat-speak lessons.)
The weather has been absolutely gorgemous here lately, so I’ve been helping Mom get the garden planted. We’ve been to several local garden nurseries–I go along to ensure Mom gets the safest plants (for me) and prettiest posies possible.
We’re hoping for a bumper crop of tomatoes this year…well, she is. (My thoughts on that subject are not really printable. )
All the more for me, Sage!
Not to say we haven’t had FUN. I haven’t been out to 1000 acres much lately, but the last time I was there, I had to ensure the mud puddles were still good.
These may be the last mud puddles for a while. The weather person says we are going to have a drier and hotter next 3 months, so I’m going to be spending a lot more time at the river!
And Mom was VERY glad I’ve been digging there rather than in her garden. OR the new grass….
I bet you’re wondering what that’s all about? No, it’s not because there’ve been men swarming all over the outside of my house making the loudest of rackets…how’s a girl supposed to sleep? Or big ol’ cement trucks dumping all this stuff all over my driveway. Or nothing but a lousy couple of walks per day for a few days.
It’s because we went to the beach and it was littered…I mean LITTERED…with crab parts. Shells, legs and other unmentionables.
Mom said they were Dungeness parts, whatever that means. All I know is my buddy Macy was chomping on some of those parts, so I thought I’d give it a try.
Personally, I thought rolling on them was better than chomping….
I don’t know what all that stuff was on the beach. I thought it looked like maggots, but Mom stepped on some and it dissolved. Maybe you know what it is?
And, guess what? I frolicked in the surf again and didn’t drink the salt water. Whoohoo!!
I do have to get serious for a few minutes and let you know my kitty pal, Savannah sent me a very special award! I feel so honored that Savvy is my furriend. I keep hoping she’ll come play in the mud with me, but my kittehs say that’s not a cat thing.
AND, the Nighthawk Project sent me a couple of awards a while back (sorry I’m so slow, but mud calls…)
Thanks to all of you for your support and comments. You all deserve these awards, so please feel as honored as I do! Maybe we could have a big ol’ mud pawty!!
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