Bluegirl and April dog Adventures

The day before yesterday, it rained pretty good. We went for a walk anyway, but it was quick. Bluegirl led the way. She seemed to know the driest route. She even turned around to show me which way to go. It was almost like she was checking on me. I think she knows I don’t love getting my feet wet. Once we passed the worst puddles, I was ok. I relaxed and started sniffing around. I had to find a good spot to take care of business. After that, no drilling around to get wet, just a dash for indoors.

Yesterday was sunny but cold. Today? Colder. One day we had the air conditioning on, the next she’s talking about turning the heat back on. Nothing has happened yet—I’m just trying to keep up with the weather shifts. My fur handles it better than her layers, I think.

Laundry got done, but painting, not yet. She cleared and rearranged  the work area in her studio and managed to order 5”x7” shadow box frames from Michel’s. They were having unbelievable sale and a good deal on them. In her studio under the desk where she does the painting I have my own spot. Before I settle into it, I always scratch like I’m digging a garden bed. Maybe I scratch to make sure nothing is hiding under to get me. Or maybe I just want to have a cozy hole that has no draft. Sometimes it drives her nuts: “Enough already”, she’d yell. “It’s good enough!”

In the afternoon she took Ford to get the rear hatch striker replaced. It takes a very large, star-shaped bit—one of those odd tools. Also, the rear glass window lift supports needed installation. The old ones let the window fall down on her a few times. She was very frustrated when camping last year and that happened. Around 4 she drove to nearest town, leaving me at home alone. I was ok no reason to fret. But when she returned two hours later, oh my joy! I was wiggling my tail uncontrollably. I was jumping to get her to pet me and reassure me it was her. I needed to know that all is well. I couldn’t decide whether to run in circles or to keep jumping up and up at her. My ears kept going back and sticking to my head. I wanted to drag myself low. I wanted to jump again. She did pet me and hug me and tried to calm me down. It was just too much I was just so excited. 

Today we had a little fun with one of my food toys. It is the kind that squeals and dispenses treats when rolled around. When I move it with my foot it rolls and sometimes treat comes out and sometimes not. I’m impatient and whine at it. Mom laughs at me. Sometimes she puts plain food in the toy. Other times, she adds chunks of freeze dried liver bites. I love those. They are so yummy, I can’t get enough. This toy was a good buy from Chewy. Or maybe it came with the bag of toys she ordered from Amazon when I was a puppy. She buys a lot of stuff cheap from Amazon. It comes right to our door. I get to warn her by barking up a storm. A stranger is out there, oh boy.

Again she is blogging instead of painting. I’m napping nearby, that much is old news. Tomorrow is a brand new everything 🙂 (what did you think I’d bark?)