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Hey Universe – Barks and Bytes

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Sometimes, no matter how hard I try to be positive and have an upbeat outlook, it seems like the Universe is out to just beat the shit out of me.

Three weeks ago yesterday I was excited. Sampson had had his second ultrasound which indicated the mass on his adrenal hadn’t changed. I picked him up from the vet, brought him home and gave both dogs their walks. I went downstairs to share the news with my mom and discovered she had fallen. She told me she needed to go to the hospital, so I brought her over and it turns out she fractured her foot and some ribs.

She came home in a walking boot.

Hey Universe, I got this.

The hospital had given her dinner, so I got her set for the night and went upstairs.

All was quiet on the home front until just before bedtime. That’s when the wind picked up and we lost power.

Sitting in the dark we heard, “Beep…Beep…Beep”

And then the power came back on.

“What was that beeping?” I asked Hubby.

He didn’t know, so we closed up shop for the night.

I’m a pretty light sleeper, hearing everything that goes bump in the night, so I use a noise fan.

I went to bed, read for a bit and shut off the light. I was just snuggling down and drifting off to sleep when the power went out again.

Which means the house got quiet.

Hey Universe, I got this.

Beep….Beep….Beep. There it was again, coming from the den, right next to my bedroom. I got up and using that handy cell phone flashlight, headed into the den, following the sound.

It was a battery back-up for the computer. I slipped the switch from on to off.

Beep…beep.

Screw you battery back-up! I unplugged it.

And I went back to bed.

Except now it was so quiet, I could hear the wind whipping through the trees and the rain hammering on the windows.

I have a little travel sound machine that runs on batteries. I got up, went out to the kitchen with my cell phone flashlight and went to the battery drawer.

SQUEAK, the damn drawer squeaked. It was very loud in a quiet house. I paused, waiting to see if Hubby would wake up and come charging out thinking I was an intruder.

That’s when I heard it from downstairs.

“JODE.”

“What?” I yelled back. Then stopped, expecting Hubby to answer me.

Nothing.

I abandoned the open drawer and headed downstairs.

“Did you call me?” I called into the blackness of Mom’s apartment.

“Yes, I’m stuck on the toilet.”

(You can’t make this shit up.)

Yup, mom got up to use the bathroom and the power went out. She was afraid to get up because she couldn’t see a thing. (She now has a flashlight on her walker, just in case).

Hey Universe, I got this.

I helped mom get back to bed, went back upstairs, got the batteries for my sound machine, and got it started up.

I’ve heard so many people say they had dogs who had thunder phobias that lessened as they aged (mostly because of hearing loss). I have the opposite problem. Sampson never had an issue with thunder until recently, so when the first clap of thunder rolled over the house, Sampson came trotting into the bedroom.

Panting.

No problem Universe, I got this one too.

What’s a dog mom to do? He didn’t want to climb on the bed, so I grabbed a blanket (Delilah had the comforter) and a pillow, put the sound machine down next to my head and laid down on the floor with Sampson.

I could smell dust. Damn it, I’ll have to talk to that lazy housekeeper and let her know she needs to vacuum.

She lays on the floor one time. ONE TIME, and she complains about dust. She should see her housekeeping from my perspective.

She lays on the floor one time. ONE TIME, and she complains about dust. She should see her housekeeping from my perspective.

Sampson and I lay there, with my hand stroking his head, until he finally calmed down. And then I sneezed.

Which freaked him out all over again.

It’s okay Universe, I got this.

I finally got him calmed down. AGAIN.

This whole sequence of events started about 11:30 PM. Finally, about 2:30 AM, the last clap of thunder shook the house and then it was still.

And then the power came back on.

Sampson was quietly sleeping on the floor, I got up, plugged the battery back-up back in, turned the real noise fan on and squeezed my way onto the bed.

Apparently the Universe has a sense of humor.

 

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It’s Always The Last Place You Look

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I don’t know about you, but for me, this whole Daylight Savings shit is for the birds. Apparently a lot of folks are fed up with it too, over 100,000 people have signed a petition addressed to Congress to end this cruel and inhumane tradition. (Feel free to pop over and add your voice.)

I mean, last week we were walking in DAY light, catching a beautiful sunrise and this week, we need to gear up with lights and drag our sorry asses out of bed in the dark.

The dogs don’t care for it either. Usually both dogs pop up and out of bed when I do, but yesterday Sampson didn’t get up and Delilah DID but she went back to bed.

I’m tired because it takes my body time to adjust to the time difference and I think the dogs are tired too. I mean how else can you explain what happened yesterday morning?

First I have to share this. When I walk on a street, I face on-coming traffic. This is something my parents taught me when I was a child.

Is this NOT a thing anymore?

Because the kids I see today are always walking with traffic and news flash! There are way more distracted drivers in this day and age than there were when I was a kid! I mean what if some dip wad isn’t paying attention because they’re twiddle fucking around with their cell phone? You want to see that crazy mother fucker so you can jump the fuck out of the way, right?

Sorry, I digress.

Around my neighborhood you learn where and when to the cross the street. We don’t walk on the same side as THIS house because the freaking dog likes to charge the e-fence and has made me crap my pants and clutch my heart more times than I care to count, and we don’t walk on the side of the street as THAT house because they don’t clean up after their dog and there are disgusting piles of shit that I don’t want the dogs sniffing, never mind walking through.

So Delilah and I were crossing the street to avoid THAT house and I reached for a treat to reward her for paying attention to me.

Now here’s the thing about Delilah and treats. She LOVES them and she’s a Lab and has never really understood the concept of calmly taking a treat. She sees your hand reach for your pocket and she loses her mind and tries to run over to that hand. At some point, she typically wraps the leash around either herself, or me, (or both) or knocks the treat out of my hand. In this case, it was the latter. She knocked the treat out of my hand, and neither one of us saw where it landed.

So she started sniffing around in the road. When you have a dog like Delilah, you know whether she got the treat or not. In this instance, clearly she hadn’t.

Did I mention it was dark? And the feeble light I had on my hat wasn’t making enough light for me to check the road, so I whipped out my phone to access the flashlight feature and started looking about. Of course Delilah was looking too and guess what? Neither one of us could spot the treat.

I raised my flashlight a little higher so I could expand the search area and it was then that I spied it.

It was on her back.

Yeah, apparently when she went for the treat, it flipped over her head and landed on her back.

Look...no props, no background. You call that photography?

If I had to choose between treats on my back or a monkey, I’ll take the treat. I suspect I wouldn’t like a monkey on my back.

It’s always the last place you look.

How do you feel about this Daylight Savings thing? I hear at least 8 states are considering doing away with it, but with varying degrees. Some want to do away with the fall turn back, while Rhode Island wants to switch to Atlantic time…

Tomorrow we’re guest blogging on the Jones Natural Chews blog to help Miss Flea out while she battles cancer, so pop on over to give her some love and tell her we sent you. 🙂

You Make Me Laugh – March 13, 2016

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You make me laugh (or smile), the sweet, funny, loving things my dogs do on a daily basis that brings a smile to my face or a laugh to my lips.

Sampson, the way you just lie there, with no complaints, while the physical therapist is blowing you dry…

Golden Labrador

you make me laugh.

So Sampson had hydrotherapy last Wednesday and the therapist likes to dry him off. She has this extremely high-powered blow dryer, it’s so powerful you can actually SEE the water flying off Sampson and he just lies there while she moves his leg, or rolls him over.

This dog is so sweet, and so easy-going it’s actually comical.

How are your pets when people are working on them? Are they easy-going and relaxed like Sampson?

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