Sunday, June 7, 2015

Cow dogs

 Grazing on blossoms.
Grazing on grass.


Thursday, June 4, 2015

Drowned rat

I speak literally. One sunny day, I saw Emily sniffing persistently around the pool, which is more like a three-foot deep square bucket with a stick in the middle out of which the water is supposed to fountain if the motor worked. I keep a board over it during the rainy season from October through June. This year we had almost no rain during May, the drought having crept up from California.
with board part-way over
 Thinking I'd got lucky and some frogs had moved in, I lifted the board. The rainwater was within a few inches of the top. No frogs. Just a long, dark thing paddling barely above the water. Emily extended her nose. I pulled her head back and let the board fall.
Without board after I bailed it out. Yes the person who built this was stupid enough to put it right up against the base of a tree, forgetting that trees, like children, grow.
What to do? The rat was clearly exhausted and suffering. I feel guilty when killing slugs--though I do kill them. Once in the past I killed a rat by smashing its head with a brick, the only weapon to hand. Never want to do that again.

Terrier= vermin weapon! Clearly Emily is more interested in hunting than Miro. Maybe she's like Keeper who cheerfully and quickly killed any varmint she could catch.

I lifted the rat out of the water with the pooper-scooper. It lay on the concrete looking pathetic, too exhausted to move. A person with sense would have left it in the water until fate and bad luck did their thing.

But no quick neck-break here. Emily wanted to play. She sniffed. She poked. She lifted it and dropped it. I dithered. I swore at the dog and the rat.

And then I cursed myself for the worst idiot of all three as I picked the rat up again in the scooper and carried it out to the forested area at the front right side of my property and flung it into the bushes where it landed softly amid the salmon berries and evergreen needles. I imagined all the happy little rats whose futures I had now enabled.
Where'd it go?

Guess I'll just graze on blossoms instead.

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

New dogs

You start out looking like this
Go 'way; I'm sleepin'.




and by the end of the day you look like this








 What'd ya think of my Noble Beast pose?

       Yrs truly,
                     MirĂ³






Hey, I can do noble, too.


Sunday, May 17, 2015

Sunday in the park



Emily, I am not going in that water, so quit pulling.
This is more like it.



Saturday, May 9, 2015

Stuck pup

 When I was on the phone upstairs yesterday, I heard whining from outside. Thinking Emily was simply asking to come in, I finished my call before going to the back door. No Emily there. Following the whine, I found her on the deck, stuck in the greenery. Although thick ropes of the vine were around her neck, she wasn't strangling.

 Evil and unfeeling mom took photos before releasing her.

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Why would a mattress be named Airedale?

A friend went mattress hunting the other day and found this.

"Airedale Luxury Firm

SKU# 571719

The Airedale Luxury Firm is a Stearns and Foster mattress known for its cushy-yet-firm feeling. This comfortable mattress includes temperature regulation, thanks to its silk-infused, luxurious cover. It features PrimaSense Gel-Memory foam support with added high density foams. With a firm feel and plenty of support, this Stearns and Foster mattress is a great choice for sleepers looking for a nice blend of soft and firm support."


We'd like to have our own mattresses.

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Emily ate a purple pen

 
If Emily could take selfies, they'd look a little
 like these photos my son took after she chewed up a purple Sharpie.
I'm glad I wasn't home at the time; he had to clean up the carpet.
 You've heard the term "purple prose"? Good thing Emily sticks with poetry.

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Emily is inspired by William Woodsworth





 --for Ruby

I wandered, lonely as a cat
That stalks the fence o’er yards with ‘Dales
When, all at once, I saw a crowd
Of fluff-tailed squirrels and plumpy quails.
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Jumping and dancing in the breeze.
I strained and strained against the leash
To catch that wealth of critter-meat—
I almost caught; my teeth snapped shut—
And now, when on the couch I sprawl,
In drooling or in pensive mood,
They flash upon my inward eye
And scamper to my twitching paws.





"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" by William Wordsworth

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Green day

We plant green things to eat.


We swipe eat food from green plates


while wearing green collars.


People scrub our dishes with green brushes.
 


We get our cookies from jars with green trees.



The one chair where we are not allowed to sit is green.



 
We destroy play with green toys.