Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Happy Thanksgiving 2017



For all our US friends who celebrate Thanksgiving today, we hope you will take time to count your blessings and thank God for them.

Jan loves a Thanksgiving turkey meal, but she won't be having any today, however, she said she has a special treat for all of us furries for breakfast.


This is Jeannie (not Jan).  Jeannie was headed to a nursing home Saturday dressed as a turkey.  She found a young volunteer to model her turkey hat,  We imagine there was a lot of laughter and fun at the nursing home while she was there.

Cyndi:  Hey, let's not forget to join other bloggers in saying what we like about Blogville. 

Merci:  Oh, yes, we can't forget to do that.  We love the way Blogville gets together to wrap their paws around those pets who are ill . 

Micah: And also around those families who have lost a beloved furry.  Oh, and we can't forget the furry with a sick human. 

Taylor:  Thanks Blogville is having their 3rd annual blog hop and we want to thank everyone for the times they have encouraged us.

Percy:  Hey, Marcus, what are you doing here?  I thought Rusty ... I mean, I thought the White House invited you to Thanksgiving dinner.  (A Quiet Thanksgiving)

Marcus:  When I arrived, I was told I was not expected and the door was closed in my face.

Rusty:  But you only left the house three minutes ago.  You can't possibly have traveled to Washington, DC and back already.

Marcus:  Washington?  I thought I was invited to the big white house across the street.

Even though we won't get the quiet day we hoped to have with Marcus at the White House, we are joining the Thankful Thursday blog hop at Brian's Home.

And the Thanks Blogville blog hop can be found at Da DB Boyz blog.

*** We're going to go ahead and post this tonight (Wednesday) since we aren't planning to be online until sometime tomorrow afternoon.  Have a blessed Thanksgiving! ***


Tuesday, November 21, 2017

A Quiet Thanksgiving



Rusty:  Hey, turn off the light.  I'm trying to sleep.

Micah:  I can't turn it off.  That's sunlight. Besides, you don't want to sleep away the day.  We have things to do.

Rusty:  Such as?

Micah:  Well, eat, for one. 

Rusty:  And then?

Micah:  We can think about that.  There's no rush.

Rusty:  I've been thinking a lot about Buddy lately.  Yesterday would have been his 13th birthday.  It still seems strange he's not with us.  Especially when the phone rings.

Micah: Yes, he did love to howl when the phone rang.  He taught the other dogs to do the same, but they stopped when he passed away.

Rusty: It's been pretty quiet around here since.  Or it would be if Marcus would lower his volume.

Micah:  I would have thought his voice would have dropped a few dozen octaves during his four years.  How much longer do you think we'll have to listen to his his hyper screeching?

Rusty:  I don't know.  I've heard a human boy's voice usually changes in his teen years. I fear we'll all go deaf before Marcus reaches thirteen. 

Micah:  We should add that to our list of things to be thankful for - most of us still have our hearing.

Rusty: .Jan said we're having a quiet Thanksgiving.  And I happen to know Marcus won't be here.

Micah:  Why not?

Rusty:  I emailed him an invitation for Thanksgiving dinner at the White House.  He accepted.


   

Tuesday, November 07, 2017

Cricket Goes Home



Merci:  Well, it's about time!

Rusty:  It's about time for what?  We've already had breakfast.

Merci:  It's about time our guest left so I can have my private room back..

Rusty:  That's not your private room.  That was our guest room for the past few days.

Merci:  Well, it's mine now!  I'm going to take a long nap.

Rusty:  I hate to spoil your plans, but you had better make that a short nap.  Jan is planning to break this dog crate down today.

Merci:  Then get out of my bedroom so I can enjoy some privacy.

Rusty:  Privacy?  You really think a room with bars is private?


Some of you have asked about our guest since we mentioned one in yesterday's post.  Here she is.  She was picked up on a country road on October 29th by a young woman who reached out for help to vet her from the local humane society (not a shelter!) because the dog has an injured eye.  She could not keep the dog there too long, so last Friday this old lady came to stay with us while we searched for her owner. 

It has been an interesting few days.  As any regular reader of this blog is aware, Marcus is not a gentle soul.  He is hyper and a bull in the china shop.  We all know to keep out of his way when he's excited but this dog was old and small (6 lbs when she arrived and 8 lbs yesterday).  She would be easily injured. 

So Jan spent the time playing musical dog crates.  When Marcus would go in his crate to nap, Jan would let the guest out.  When she went back in her crate to nap, Jan would open his door.  And then there were all those trips to the dog pen at all hours for pee/poop detail.  Marcus and the guest did meet on a few occasions, with Marcus checking her out doggy style.  The times when Marcus would go hysterical because he was about to go for a walk, or eat, or go outside to play fetch, he would wake her up and she would eventually give one high-pitched yelp that to Jan sounded very much like "SHUT UP"!

Merci slept in her bed against the outside of the guest crate, but she really, really, really wanted to move in!  Jan had to keep shooing her out.

Yesterday Jan and Kay (both with Upson Humane) started a serious Found Dog campaign on Facebook and the pictures/info were shared, shared, shared.  Jan shut down about 10 pm.  At 1:30 am, the owner suddenly saw her dog "all over facebook".  Barbara, the owner, called Jan this morning. 


Jan immediately called Kay and as she was telling her the news, that quickly the daughter-in-law Michelle was at our door, with Barbara on her cell phone.  Our guest responded to her voice.  There was no doubt those two were family!  Kay "flew" here for the reunion, too. 

Cricket the dog is a Reindeer Chihuahua and is older than we thought, about 20 or 21.  She had just wandered off and her family, fearing she was dead, had been frantically looking for her. 


Now you know who was visiting with us and why.  Michelle and Kay (above) are ecstatic Cricket is safely home. We are, too, and so are a whole lot of people on Facebook.

Merci: Will you guys please type quieter!  I'm trying to nap before Jan kicks me out of my room again.




Monday, November 06, 2017

Celebrating Marcus and Taylor



Cyndi:  Oh, Marcus and Taylor, we're so sorry we're late getting your Birthday and Gotcha days post up. 

Micah:  It's all Jan's fault again, isn't it!

Cyndi:  Yes, it is.  She can't remember what she's doing or where she put anything..  That means we get less time on the computer and more time helping her find her glasses so she can read what's on the screen.

Micah:  Well, let's get this party started.  Marcus and Taylor, we're so glad you two were born or gotcha'd ...

Cyndi:  Wait, I don't think you mean born or gotcha'd.  One has to be born first, then gotcha'd.

Micah:  Oh, right.  We're so glad you were born, Marcus, and you, Taylor, were born and gotcha'd. 

Cyndi:  Wouldn't it have been easier to say, Happy 4th Birthday, Marcus, and Happy 1st Gotcha Day, Taylor?

Micah:  Yes, it would have been easier but everybody says that.  I wanted to be different.  

Merci:  Since that has been resolved, you might want to apologize to Jan.  You know she wouldn't misplace her reading glasses as often if you cats didn't keep hiding them on her. 

Cyndi:  Okay, once, maybe twice, I covered them with my tail so she couldn't see them.  But we're late today because she's been spending too much time lately playing a game.

Micah:  What game is that?

Merci:  I think Cyndi means "Musical Dog Crates".

Micah:  That sounds like a dumb game.  There aren't any cats in it?

Merci:  No, we cats don't get to participate.  Just Jan, Marcus and our temporary guest. 

Cyndi:  Should we tell our friends about our weekend guest who will be staying longer?

Merci:  No, that's another post.  

Micah:  Stay tuned and don't change the channel.