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The World is Ending (Or Maybe Not)

[Guest post by Uschi.]

There are times that I think humans are pathetically obtuse. Last night, for example, we had a tremendous thunderstorm. The rain pounded against the windows. The sky was pitch black, only lit up with great streaks of lightning. And there was, of course, thunder. One monstrous clap sounded that jolted me awake from a cozy nap.

And with it, the power blew.

Clearly, this was not a good sign. What I’ve gathered from my companion’s aversion to horror films is that loud noises and darkness are a recipe for very bad things.

Uschi lying on the sofa, hiding her face from the cameraI expected her to be right on my heels as I bolted off to my safety zone underneath her bed. I’ve burrowed a nice area there behind the various storage containers and dust bunnies. I even have a few bones and toys I’ve left there for emergency purposes. I had a blanket tucked in there but my silly human friend removed it and washed all the smell from it. (Obviously, I’m way better at hiding than I was when that picture to the left was taken.)

No, instead, she stayed firmly outside of my protective area, trying to coax me out like some treacherous viper. Ugh!

The power came back on a few minutes later so I ventured out to check on my stupid human partner. I was still a bit shaken and was obviously trembling a bit from the shock of it all. Cyndy was concerned, but still didn’t quite grasp the danger we were in. Since she seemed reluctant to utilize the hideout I’d created, I joined her on the sofa. snuggling up and then deliberately positioning myself directly across her. This would just have to do, I guess.

While I protectively pinned her to the sofa, the funny box under the TV kept flicking on and off and then the power went out again.

My human companion thought I was stressing out as I lay across her lap, but she just didn’t get that I was trembling and panting because I was in such a high state of alert! Well, okay, maybe I was a little scared and maybe I used the close proximity of my partner to provide just a tiny bit of comfort. But don’t let that diminish my diligence in protecting us from whatever ominous events might have occurred.

Luckily this seems to have just been a test run of sorts for the coming end of days because the storm was pretty much over and the power eventually returned a few hours later.

I’m relieved, but no less wary. I mean, my crazy human partner spent the entirety of our potential doom reading a book!

Cone of Shame

The first time I ever put boots on a dog was also the only time Dolly ever wore them. We made the unfortunate mistake of having her in the kitchen1 where the linoleum floor provided no traction. There she stood in the middle of the kitchen, feet splayed out under her, slowly sinking to the ground with a look of pure hurt and betrayal on her face. It was evident even as we were putting each boot on that Dolly didn’t think we were adding a layer of protection to her feet, but rather methodically removing each paw.

That’s pretty much how Uschi is reacting to having an E-collar. She can’t understand the rest of her body is still around. It’s the most pathetic and hilarious thing ever. She literally can’t comprehend how to do the most basic tasks, like turning around or lying down. And when she isn’t utterly baffled by her missing body parts, she’s desperately trying to outsmart the collar in attempts to rid herself of it. She’s tried backing up through the entire house, rolling over and being adorable, and just looking disgruntled:

Uschi lying on her bed in my bedroom, looking rather disgruntled about the E-collar she's sporting

Lucky for her she’s only forced into the dreaded thing at night.┬áThe hope is that she’ll not only stop licking and chewing and scratching the various places she’s irritated because of her allergic itchiness, but also allow the new ointment I have some ability to settle in on that raw patch by her eye.

  1. Because it was one of the larger open areas in the house

Buds of Spring

I really don’t understand all the griping about today’s dreary weather. Considering just a few short weeks ago there was inches of snow on the ground, a little rain is hardly getting me down.

But just as a reminder of the season, here’s the tree in front of my house starting to show signs of Spring:

Tree in front of my house with new leaves sprouting

For Keith

While at Dad and Keith’s over the holidays, Keith and I took the shepherds up to Caroga Lake to check out the changes made to his father’s old camp. The difference is remarkable! Even though everything was under several feet of snow it was very evident that the new owners have done a lot of work on the main house and the cabins.

As per his request, I brought my camera and took a bunch of photos for Keith. Unfortunately, wrangling three dogs who only want to jump around in the snow is not so great for taking pictures that are in focus. But a promise is a promise, even if it’s three months in the making:

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