I’ve been rained out of work pretty much since Monday. All I have to show for the week is 3 completed properties and the start of a very nasty head cold.
I have absolutely nothing to do except eat, watch TV and give extra attention to the kids.
Apparently I’ve spent way too much time on activity #3 because at this point, some of the dogs WANT to be outside in the rain. Those who don’t choose Satan’s Tears over Mom’s Attention have burrowed themselves into the furthest recesses of any pocket or hidey hole they can find and are remaining freakishly quiet.
Franky and DASH! are hiding under the bed, so I can’t get a photo.
Morty, Willy, Emmi, Kodi (visiting dog), Marcy, Gertie, Angus and Gracie chose the downpour over sitting with me. Best I can figure they are huddled in the farthest reaches of a horse stall, out of view from the back door. I’ve called them a few times, and each time a nose pokes around the stall door, but that same nose also disappears moments later. That it has been a different nose each time tells me more than 1 are hiding in that particular stall.
That leaves us with Pablo. He may be out in the open, but when I tried to cuddle up to him, he snarled me away.
As I’ve been shuffling about the house, vacuming and laundering away a few of the mud layers, depressed that after all I’ve done for these Nimwits none will step up to keep me amused in my time of need, I had an epiphany:
Every single dog who calls Run A Muck Ranch home, despite their background, is confident and comfortable. They don’t need constant human interaction to feel self worth. Every time they jump in my lap, ask for a hug, or invite me to play, it’s a choice and not a need for comfort or to please, and in the end, they choose me with no ulterior motives. They also don’t feel the need to suck up, knowing that their current avoidance in no way influences our relationship over all.
So I sit here on now my 3rd day of rain induced inactivity, during what has been the longest continuous time at home ever experienced by me (or The Horde) being totally ignored. (I could even close the bathroom door if I remembered how to do it!). And with all this going on, only one thought comes to mind:
We did good by these Nimwits!
That said, I look forward to the rain stopping so I can go back to work so the kids will go back to irritating me.
It wasn’t her neurological issues that took her. It was her lungs.
As is always the case, my condolences go out to all of you who never had the honor of meeting our Sarah. You missed out on one of the most special experiences you ever could have had. Though she never met you, Sarah loved you.
Losing Sarah is particularly hard on us in so many ways and for so many reasons. That is why I can’t write the long tribute I always do when Heaven decides it needs one of our kids for its own selfish needs.
I’m sorry I can’t write something pretty for you Sare Bear. As it turns out, we needed you a lot more than you needed us. We’re both really mad that you left us. Even though this is the only thing you have ever done wrong, it’s a big one and it will take some time to forgive you.
Until we can forgive, everything we did to make the house more accessible for you, every gadget we improvised to help you move better, your blankets and your pillows, everything, stays where it is as a reminder of the significant pieces of our hearts you took with you. We may never put things back the way they were before you moved in.
Just know Sare Bear, as angry as we are at you right now, we miss you more. We would have carried you forever if that’s what it took. We would have done anything.
We loved you before we even met and we will love you forever.
We decided to try Run A Muck Ranch Special Guest Kodi with the Little Dog Group on today’s Sunday Family Desert Walk today.
Perhaps it wasn’t such a good idea.
I had the crappy camera so I couldn’t get it all, most shots being too blurry to make out the carnage as it unfolded. But I was able to get the first frame of Kodi, without provocation, attacking Crabby.
By the time the attack was over, both Crabby and Kodi were covered…. in mud.
Rather than enjoying a relaxing Sunday, I now have to launder Crabby’s clothes, bathe Kodi and wipe the muddy floors. Crabby is responsible for hosing out the Waggin’ Wagon!
Geminis are a mix of the yin and the yang, they are represented perfectly by the Twins. The Gemini-born can easily see both sides of an issue, a wonderfully practical quality. Less practical is the fact that you're not sure which Twin will show up half the time. Geminis may not know who's showing up either, which can prompt others to consider them fickle and restless.