Eternal Optimism

Ah, to have the simple life of a pampered pooch.

Puppy Cody so loves treats of any kind.  She’ll lie under the dining room table for hours in hopes that a tiny crumb might fall down for her to savor – even if it’s the middle of the  day and no human has been sitting at that table since breakfast.

Unfortunately, poor Cody is getting older and her already delicate digestive system can no longer handle any treats containing meat, chicken, bacon or peanut butter, nor cinnamon, molasses or pretty much any kind of spice.  Well, maybe she’d enjoy that, but we don’t enjoy it when those treats make her gassy.  Even allowing her to lick egg yolk off a plate makes her smelly.  If you’ve ever been in a house with a farting dog, you know what I mean.

So Cody’s now pretty much limited to her prescription dog kibble, Milkbone biscuits, and occasionally a No Hide chew treat (yes, that can make her a wee bit gassy even though it’s vegetable based, but it’s good for her teeth and she only gets one every couple of weeks – I can tolerate that).  We did manage to find an organic treat containing only blueberries, flour, oil, sugar, and vanilla (plus a couple of minor non-spice ingredients), which she seemed to tolerate just fine the one time we gave them to her.  Heck, they looked and smelled just like human cookies – I was sorely tempted to eat one myself!

All of the non-Cody-digestable treats were given to the other dogs in the family: Maya, the traditional German Shepherd; Gunnar, the black German Shepherd; Rocket, the fluffly little white terrier mix; and Astro, the tiny guy who looks like a miniature pinscher/chihuahua mix.

Cody’s “cousins” were thrilled to get all those treats.  Cody was not so happy to see Dad put those treats in a bag and take them out of the house.

Possibly Cody’s little doggy brain has decided the only way she’ll get anything special is if she’s lucky enough to catch something falling off the dining room table.  She can lie under there all day for all I care – at least she’s not pestering me to go out to play with the bunnies and squirrels.  Right now anyway.  Later, I’m sure that will change – I swear those little critters wait for her to come out so they can tease her into a good chase.  They know there’s no way she can catch them.

For now I intend to take advantage of the quiet and work on my latest crochet project. With my feet up and binge-watching one of my favorite shows on  DVD.

Hope your day is as uneventful.

Hugs, all!

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Jessica’s Oopsie (an Open-Ended Very Short Story)

It was an accident.  Sort of.

Jessica was a huge fan of detective novels and had just finished one in which the victim was found hanging with his hands tied behind his back.  There was some speculation as to whether it was suicide or murder.

But how could someone tie his or her own hands behind his or her back?

In the novel, the medical examiner explained that it could be done using a form of double knot or slip knot. When properly tied, the knot would tighten once the hands were placed behind the back and then stretched by extending the arms.  Much like those Chinese finger-thingies Jessica played with as a kid, except that presumably the rope could not then be loosened by bringing the arms back together.

Jessica still wondered if it was possible.  She didn’t have rope in the house but she did have clothesline.  She decided to do an experiment.

Having never been a  sailor nor ever in any circumstance where she would have gained experience with knots, Jessica tried various configurations with the rope.  She finally discovered that she could loosely tie the rope around one wrist and then form a slip knot into which she could wriggle her other wrist after putting both arms behind her back.  Then she pulled her arms apart.

It worked!  She was now tightly shackled.  She pushed her arms together and the knots did not loosen.  Excellent!

( ….. )

Well, crap.  Now she had to figure out a way to get herself out of this predicament without having to call 911.  How embarrassing would that be?  And even if she opted to go that route, how would she make that call with her hands tied behind her back?

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The ball is now in your court, folks.  How did Jessica extricate herself?  Write your solutions in the comments section below – the more outlandish, the better.  This will be fun for all of us – but please, don’t anyone be as silly as Jessica and decide to recreate her experiment.  I surely don’t wish to be responsible for starting some new stunt trend.

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Spring Cometh Slowly

Welcome to Buffalo, NY, where it can be 86 degrees Fahrenheit one day and 36 degrees Fahrenheit the next.

But I know spring is coming.  The dandelions have popped up everywhere and the robins have returned.  The bush behind the house is still bare of leaves, but I discovered a newly built robin’s nest:

How can birds created something in such a perfect circle?  I can’t even crochet perfectly, and I have hands and fingers!  Nature is awesome, isn’t it?  Hopefully, there will soon be eggs in that nest and I’ll be able to get some new photos.  I can hardly wait.

While I wait for spring, I’ve been working on my finances in anticipation of the termination of my job at the end of the year.  I’ve paid off my last two home improvement loans and am stocking up on non-perishable essential items like shampoo and soap – and yarn for crocheting.  I know that once my income drops, I will have to stop buying books and start going to the library again, but now that the COVID pandemic is over, I can deal with that.

Fortunatley, I refinanced the house a couple of years ago, thus reducing my monthly mortgage payment at that time by $120.  Unfortunately, the town then reassessed all properties and raised my  taxes by 55%, thus increasing my monthly payment by $100.  But the good thing is that when the house was purchased 5 years ago, I made sure the mortgage payment would still be affordable once I was fully retired and relying solely on Social Security – and I’m not dead in the water yet, even though I know those taxes will go up again this year and probably every year for as long as I own this house.

Today’s thorough review indicates that I could, in fact, manage without working when my job ends.  Social Security will cover all except about $40 a month of my expenses, and if I diligently save all my pennies for the next 7 months and add that to what I currently have in savings, I should be able to slide by for quite awhile.  So long as hubby is able to continue to work at least part-time – he’s carrying  the health insurance and paying for most of the groceries and Puppy Cody’s veterinary bills.

One can only hope and plan.  It’s going to be interesting to see what happens, financially speaking – but hey, if there’s suddenly no money for food, at least I have plenty of fat I can live off of.  It’s not they way I’d like to diet, but it wouldn’t be the first  time I had to decide between feeding myself or feeding the dog (the dog won).

Welcome to the world of old people struggling to survive on Social Security in the United States.  To all you younger readers – if you can invest in a 401-K, IRA, or retirement plan, do so.  Those options were never available to me.

Wish me luck, folks.  It’s going to be a wild ride.

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Country Birthday with Dog

Look at those eyes!

On Sunday, it was 86 degrees F in Buffalo, NY – a record.

(On Monday morning, it was 36 degrees F, but hey, that’s Buffalo.  Here you can experience all four seasons in a span of 24 hours.)

Now that the COVID pandemic has mostly passed, we feel more comfortable going out generally, and getting a chance to visit my daughter’s 12-acre “estate” and to meet the new granddog was something that simply couldn’t be passed up.

Meet Gunnar – a rescue dog whose DNA test revealed him to be 100% German Shepherd.  (I kind of dispute those results, but he is the spitting image of my Riggsie, who was purchased from a reputable local breeder, so who knows?  If Gunnar isn’t purebred, he’s at least 98%.)

Upon our arriving at the “estate”, Gunnar definitely showed that he will do his job to protect his family.  Good thing he was on leash as we we got out of the car, ’cause I gotta tell you, I would not mess with that dog!

However, he calmed down once he realized we were family and not there to harm anyone.

And then he became a very lovable [big] puppy.  If some of my photos are a little blurry, it’s because Gunnar slobbered on my camera lens.

Daughter and her husband recently put in a backyard pond:

Gunnar seems to enjoy the water (unlike most German Shepherds, which is why I think there may be just a teeny bit of lab in that mix), and is learning to swim:

Afterwards, it took two people to dry him off:

Then it was time to go inside for my wine-and-snack birthday.  I was so busy enjoying the spread that I forgot to take pictures of it.  But trust me, it was awesome and yummy.  There were even venizon meat sticks from a deer bagged right on their own property.  I tried not to think of Bambi and just savored the deliciousness.

Like every dog everywhere, Gunnar wanted his share of treats, and he’s being well-trained to wait patiently for them:

No stealing food off the table in that house – at least not when company’s present.

Gunnar makes me miss my Riggsie sooooo much.  What good boys they both are (were).

Puppy Cody went nuts when we arrived home after our festivities.   She knew we had been with another dog – how dare we?!  But after her own outside time (we don’t have a pond, thankfully), and lots of hugs and treats, she forgave us.

And now, having lost some of my blogging touch, I can’t figure out how to end this post, so I’ll just say I hope you all enjoyed reading about my birthday visit as much  as I enjoyed being there.

Hugs, all.

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