I just hope I don’t get fired before I even start for eating too many treats! 😏
I arrived at Mr. N’s all prepared to nurse him back to health–he had a nasty cut on his foot, you know. But, when I got there, Mr. N said “join me for a bite to eat“. What happened to the foot??? Oh, it’s better, Mr. N said.
I guess that’s what Nouvelle Cuisine means–some kind of fancy stuff on a plate.We waited for a bit–chit chatting about this and that. Then I heard the word (‘OK’) and we dug in.In a flash, it was gone!A walk was next on the agenda. After all, we had to work off all that food!!
And Mr. N didn’t have to experience my extraordinary nursing skills ;).
The weather was yucky last week and I’ve done my very best to drive Mom, Dad and the kitties NUTS. And Mom was downstairs sewing and not paying attention to me (or you). The nerve…right?
Chasing SQs was some of the best entertainment to be had…
pretty boring, huh?
In between harassing Mystic
and looking all googly-eyed at Mom (walk? I need a walk NOW), I reflected on some recent beach trips and all the critters (or what’s left of them) I find on the beach. You know a Renaissance Dog is well-versed in various sciences, so today I wanted to introduce you to Invertebratology (or whatever it’s called). Invertebrates are all pretty spineless critters, at least that’s what I think.And we’ve seen all of these just lying around waiting for me to sniff (or have a little game of sand dollar frisbee). But spineless or not, I think the best are the crab pieces. They smell…well…just plain good. And easy to roll on or chew. Whatever tickles your fancy.
See? Being a Renaissance Dog isn’t hard at all! We all know those spineless critters–worms and slugs count, you know.
Stay tuned for the next chapter….
I was lounging around reading blogs and stuff, when I tried on some glasses that were next to the bed. I noticed they were a bit off.
These glasses are all wonky.
So, off we went to the eyeglass store. It was within walking distance so I chalked up another walk for the day. 🙂When we got to the store, I took one look. What to do…what to do. There were so many styles.
Then we had a word or two with the eye doctor and he said dogs don’t need glasses. Um, Mom, I TOLD you it was YOU that needed to get those glasses fixed.
I’m sooooo glad Mom took that huge bag of green papers with her. She now has new glasses and I don’t have to lead her home!
Looking out the window, I knew I was going to have a problem–no sunshine. What to do? What to do? You know how prim and proper I am. 🙂 How can one wear sunglasses when there’s no sun?
I went outside and thought and thought. And finally decided:
What the heck? Do it anyway.
And, I did.
As I sit in my Condo,
staring out at the rain,
Thoughts started running through my head.
What would that be?
No, not the ubiquitous squirrel, but that would be a good guess!
My thoughts were much deeper than that.
Or: Do you have to have a bath if you dream about digging in the mud?
With the pitter-patter of rain on the window,
I hope your dreams are as good!!
Pee Ess: I’m now on Facebook! I hope you ‘like’ me 🙂
Mom! Quick! Come look. Mr. Snowman fell over on his tummy. I think he’s laughing at me.
Why ever would you think that, Sage?
Well, he did trick me into opening a pressie the other day.
Maybe you’re just feeling bad because you listened to him. I think the wind blew him down. So, let’s show him how good you are and we’ll help him up.
Good idea, Mom. I like being good to others.
Ohhhhhhhh! Look what Mr. Snowman did now! He’s turning white.Mr. Snowman brought you a little snow, Sage!
SNOW? I’ve only heard about it before. Thank you, Mr. Snowman!
See what a little act of kindness does?
Um, Mom? Is that the kitteh that teases me over there?
Mr. Snowman put in an appearance in my backyard, so I decided a proper doggie meet-and-greet was in order.
After introductions, Mr. Snowman said I should go check under the Christmas tree. That’s where pressies are.
Hmmmm. Is this a pressie for me? I think I should open it and see.Sage! What are you doing?
Well, Mom, Mr. Snowman said I might have a pressie under the tree.
My sweet girl…you have to wait ’til Christmas. Santa is watching you and you have to be good.
And, besides, that’s not yours.
Uh. But Mr. Snowman said I had a pressie.
You do have a pressie under the tree that you can open now–from our good friends across the street.So Mr. Snowman was right. There was a pressie!
That’s right, Sagie. And there might be more. You just have to wait. Santa is watching!
But do you remember getting an envelope a while back, Sage?
Yes! Yes! Sweet Savannah sent us something and then you left and then and then…It was a little bitty Kong. Can I have it?No, sweet Sage. It’s too little for you, but Savannah passed on this neat award.That’s like a pressie too, right?
Sure it is…it means you’re special. Just like Savannah.
I hope everyone gets a pressie under their tree! If you need help opening it, let me know. I’ve developed a proper pressie-opening technique that I can teach you. It’s quite easy….
Mystic and I really love each other, but you wouldn’t know it by the way she yells at me. The other day, I thought maybe I’d join her in a sun spot. We often share one…
Mystic: Excuse me, dog. I was here first.
Me: You know you love me.
Me: I’ll share….honest! How about another kiss?
Me: I guess she told me.
But look who got the spot! 🙂