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Friday, March 07, 2014
Have You Ever Wondered?
Have You Ever Wondered Why?
This past week we finally broke a 70 day dry streak here in
the middle of our desert. I
know-disgusting to everyone around the country who has been living under way
too much snow, sleet and cold, yet here we were wondering about the rain.
But have no fear-we’re okay.
No one was hurt during this downpour and we only lost a couple of
saguaros’ out in the wash.
One of the things I wonder about is this: (Applies to those of us with 4-footed
children who can’t use a litter box)
Why do dogs have to find the most perfect spot in the yard
before relieving themselves?
I’ve been the proud parent of 4 dogs throughout my life and
they all seem to look at the rain and still take forever to find the right plot
of ground!
Our little terrier growing up, our first Lucky, Sunshine and
now our teeny tiny Lucky all hate to just go!
Now if it were me-I’d look at the patio cover, feel the rain
being blown all over me and just squat.
Lucky? First off-she sits at the
door. She won’t dream of going out
without me. Then she feels the wind and
water and runs behind the patio furniture.
Now really-I see her and she sees me, what good is lying there on the
cold pavers in the “give up” position?
This is followed by endless moaning and sniffing of the ground. Maybe it feels longer because we ARE out in
the wet and cold, but either way-I swear I could do a day’s worth of laundry
before she makes up her mind as to exactly the right paver or bit of rocks she
thinks are worthy of her waste.
And if I go near the door-it’s as if she’s been shot out of
a cannon as she hightails it into the house, leaving me in the cold!
I’m also sure that while I’m doing my best to convince her
to make herself more comfortable that Pepper’s staring at her from behind the
couch and laughing at being able to do his business in the comfort and privacy
of the master walk-in closet.
While I’m on the subject of the weather and wondering-I have
to let you all in on a bit of news: I’m
going to be in the Big Apple for a week.
For one week I will leave the comfort of what the weather channel says
should be 80 degree temps here in AZ for the highs of 45 back east.
Yes, I’m going with our daughter Sarah and my older
grandsons Dylan and Aidan. It was a
planned trip for them-I’m a last minute replacement. We’ll be celebrating St. Patrick’s Day
there. Sarah wants to take them to
Central Park Zoo and a ferry ride around the Statue of Liberty. I’m not sure if she’s actually read the same
weather channel reports I have-but not being fond of cold weather in any form,
she’s going to have a hard time convincing me that these are places that sound
like a plan this time of the year.
It’s another part of my “Did you ever wonder?” list.
I’m not at all sure I’ll post another blog until the 28th-as
I said, I’m in for this last minute and outside of my leather coat and a pair
of ear muffs, I never take a vacation in a location that deliberately has temps
of under 75 degrees.
Wish us luck. We
should have a blast, except for the temps that will have me looking like
Gumby. Brrrrr.
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Wow, St. Patrick's Day in the "Big Apple." I sure hope for a recap. I'm a big fan of traveling. We just booked a flight to Ireland for a vacation in June.
What's bad is when the next door neighbor's dog think your yard is his "potty." Big dog he was too. But our chinpoo liked going next door too. We had to fence him in.
What's bad is when the next door neighbor's dog think your yard is his "potty." Big dog he was too. But our chinpoo liked going next door too. We had to fence him in.
We all have dogs here Dave-and we're all pretty respectful of each other! thank goodness.
just had another fun epidural and toradol shot-so I'm signing off now as I'm shaky and can't see too straight at the moment.
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just had another fun epidural and toradol shot-so I'm signing off now as I'm shaky and can't see too straight at the moment.
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