In a dogs world sunshine or rain makes no difference. If you throw ball into a torrential down pour we will go and get it. If it is 110 degrees outside, we will still lay on the concrete to catch some rays. This is in dog world of course where life is a little more, simple. Things in Omarland are a bit different.
Let me explain. I, Omar the Dapper, refuse to go out when there is a slight mist. I do not see the need to get my beautiful coat dirty and smelly by indulging my needs in times of wet weather. This means that if I need to go while it is raining, I will go from the safety of the porch. Since I learned many years ago that it does not please my Beth in the slightest to clean Wee and Doo off her covered porch, I will do all I can to keep as much of me covered as possible; while leaning over the porch to relieve myself. When it is raining sideways and there is no were safe to go, I just don’t. This also drives my Beth crazy. She is constantly telling me that I will end up at the vet if I don’t just do my business, but this does not pervert my ways.
Mud and I are not friends in the slightest. My sister Bailey (the Lab) loves mud. She gets no greater pleasure in life than splashing and playing in the mud. However, my huge webbed feet tend to collected things, in between my toes. Therefore, I do all I can to move swiftly and strategically through such things. And the time Beth spends cleaning in between every toe is no joy either.
Of all the nature available to me in this world, it is grass I love. So soft between my toes, there is nothing like it. I love to roll in it. Rub my face on it. And most of all, I love to stretch out and a cool autumn day and soak in the sun on the soft refreshing grass. There should be a poem about grass. Humans have poems about everything else.
“I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.” - Walt Whitman
Friday, September 18, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
"Sewing"
“Caution: Enter this Sewing Room at your own Risk” – Quiltbug.com
I can’t help it; there is just something about the batting in Beth’s quilts that is irresistible to me. Grandma use to tell me “sewing” and wave her hand over her quilts. That always told me to keep my paws off. Beth however has either forgotten this technique or thinks that I should be able to control myself. If the first is true, shame on her. If the later is true, shame on her!
Anyways, our friends are having a baby, and Beth has been working very hard to get this little blanket hand quilted for when the tike arrives. As she is very focused when she is sewing and both her hands are busy I thought I would just curl up at the foot of the chair. In the process I strategically placed myself on the edge of the blanket, just for a little extra cushion. Before I knew it I was nuzzling my nose in the soft batting. I love batting. Most of my toys are tore apart just so I can play with the stuffing.
Now I love my Beth, and I would never do anything to hurt her feelings on purpose. I just couldn’t help myself. While she was quilting away I tore off a small piece for myself to play with. She didn’t notice. When that piece was wet with drool it wasn’t any fun any more so I took just one more piece. She still didn’t notice. After what I think may have been about an hour she got up to get a drink. When she came back she caught me red pawed! Not only did I have a look of guilt plastered all over my face, I had a piece of batting stuck to my nose.
Disappointment has to be the worst thing a human can be in their dog. Not only can you see it on their face but you can feel it. It is like a hot wind blowing into your already dry eyes. And it takes quite awhile to make that feeling go away. In the end all she said was, “All that time, what a waste, how am I ever going to fix this.” Over all I would have to say I probably stole two whole mouths full of the lovely cottony goodness.
What could I do though, I mean, really, she should have said “sewing” and waved her hand over the quilt. Or told me to “Leave it” I always listen when I am told, but what is a dog to do without a reminder.
I can’t help it; there is just something about the batting in Beth’s quilts that is irresistible to me. Grandma use to tell me “sewing” and wave her hand over her quilts. That always told me to keep my paws off. Beth however has either forgotten this technique or thinks that I should be able to control myself. If the first is true, shame on her. If the later is true, shame on her!
Anyways, our friends are having a baby, and Beth has been working very hard to get this little blanket hand quilted for when the tike arrives. As she is very focused when she is sewing and both her hands are busy I thought I would just curl up at the foot of the chair. In the process I strategically placed myself on the edge of the blanket, just for a little extra cushion. Before I knew it I was nuzzling my nose in the soft batting. I love batting. Most of my toys are tore apart just so I can play with the stuffing.
Now I love my Beth, and I would never do anything to hurt her feelings on purpose. I just couldn’t help myself. While she was quilting away I tore off a small piece for myself to play with. She didn’t notice. When that piece was wet with drool it wasn’t any fun any more so I took just one more piece. She still didn’t notice. After what I think may have been about an hour she got up to get a drink. When she came back she caught me red pawed! Not only did I have a look of guilt plastered all over my face, I had a piece of batting stuck to my nose.
Disappointment has to be the worst thing a human can be in their dog. Not only can you see it on their face but you can feel it. It is like a hot wind blowing into your already dry eyes. And it takes quite awhile to make that feeling go away. In the end all she said was, “All that time, what a waste, how am I ever going to fix this.” Over all I would have to say I probably stole two whole mouths full of the lovely cottony goodness.
What could I do though, I mean, really, she should have said “sewing” and waved her hand over the quilt. Or told me to “Leave it” I always listen when I am told, but what is a dog to do without a reminder.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Homeward Bound
“Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to”- John Ed Pearce
It is true; I did want to go on a bold new adventure with Beth. When she told me we were moving to big sky country I was so excited. Being from a shelter I didn’t think you could get sky any bigger than the open fields in the Snake River valley. Boy was I wrong. Montana is filled with wide open spaces and the biggest sky a dog could ever even dream of. At night it gets even bigger too, if you can believe that. There are so many stars in the sky it is amazing.
However, I am becoming an old man (as Beth likes to say). I am really starting to miss the days spent by the lazy river, and the wonderful people at Auction West. I mean think of all the extra hotdogs that have probably went to waste because I was not there to save them from the garbage can. And who has been on security duty? When I say security I mean making sure that the patrons a securely entertained by petting me!
Well, all of this is about to change. Beth told me just the other day that we are moving home. She also informed me of some boring human things about a job transfer but by then I had stopped listening and started daydreaming about geo-caching with grandma and grandpa; and my Ebony, the most beautiful black lab on the face of this planet. It was love at first site when I saw my Ebby for the first time, and how I have missed her.
Beth said things are going to be very busy for awhile and the Ryan and Bailey (little sister) will be moving back first. It is mine and Beth’s job to stay behind and sell the house. This sounds like a big job and I am glad we will be a team on it. I guess we will just have to see how things go. I will keep you updated.
It is true; I did want to go on a bold new adventure with Beth. When she told me we were moving to big sky country I was so excited. Being from a shelter I didn’t think you could get sky any bigger than the open fields in the Snake River valley. Boy was I wrong. Montana is filled with wide open spaces and the biggest sky a dog could ever even dream of. At night it gets even bigger too, if you can believe that. There are so many stars in the sky it is amazing.
However, I am becoming an old man (as Beth likes to say). I am really starting to miss the days spent by the lazy river, and the wonderful people at Auction West. I mean think of all the extra hotdogs that have probably went to waste because I was not there to save them from the garbage can. And who has been on security duty? When I say security I mean making sure that the patrons a securely entertained by petting me!
Well, all of this is about to change. Beth told me just the other day that we are moving home. She also informed me of some boring human things about a job transfer but by then I had stopped listening and started daydreaming about geo-caching with grandma and grandpa; and my Ebony, the most beautiful black lab on the face of this planet. It was love at first site when I saw my Ebby for the first time, and how I have missed her.
Beth said things are going to be very busy for awhile and the Ryan and Bailey (little sister) will be moving back first. It is mine and Beth’s job to stay behind and sell the house. This sounds like a big job and I am glad we will be a team on it. I guess we will just have to see how things go. I will keep you updated.
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