Oh yes she did....

Nearly four days home and I'm (still) coming down, down, down off vacation highs. Then there was Sanibel. Then there wasn't Sanibel.

I've never been good at transitions. Homecoming was mostly sweet with a little bitter. Finn Finn our Fabulous fish was (is) alive and skittish - thanks Emah (for the alive part, it is Nonie's big goofy grin pressed against the side of his bowl that makes him skittish). Daffodils graced our kitchen table and milk was in our fridge.

We picked up right where we left off - zooming here, there, everywhere - it makes me wonder if we really were away at all. Did I just dream that whole thing?

But then I get around to unloading my numerous pictures. One by one by one they flash before me and I can just feel the sand stuck between my toes. I can just see the Osprey circling high above the warm pool where I'm spending 2 hours giggling with Nonie and Dec. I can just picture the people scooping shells into buckets, laughing together, cycling for miles - oh wait, that's us. I can just. Sanibel was all that.


And Sanibel was even a little bit more. Oh yes it was...

But, then I get to this picture and I pause...

Is that? Did she..? Wha..?

I rub my eyes.

Oh yes, she did.

I didn't dream it.

Granny's Got Game (set and match).

Boys.....

Amount of peepee cleaned up off the floor today:

Ranger-1

Xavy- 1

Amount of poopoo cleaned up off the floor today:

Ranger-1

Xavy-1

Amount of times saying no, get out of here, you smell, OUTSIDE:

Ranger- 1

Xavy-0

Amount of times I've said you're _______ boy (fill in a good, a bad, a smelly, mommy's)

Ranger- 4

Xavy- 6

Amount of times temperatures have been taken in the ear:

Ranger- 1 (by Xavy)

Xavy- 2

Amount of time spent napping:

.....wait for that. They're both out now.

Love my boys and sick days.

The battle

Once again I found myself near Butter's rear end.

Armed with my weapon



we headed to the back porch.

I was reminiscent of the days we would clean before someone came to clean, for Miss Butter has an 8am appointment at the beauty parlor tomorrow. But brush we did. And cut. And fight.

These are the pants I wore into the battle.



Needless to say, it was hairy.

I brushed, and I snipped. And I brished and I snupped. And because she could not squeeze my hand in agony, I let her bite it.

She is a sweet girl, she did not want to bite me. Every time I stopped the brushing she would lick my hand, and swat at the brush.

I said "stop".

I think she was saying "stop" too.

And after a while, I did.



We made some progress.

She is much pleased with herself. And fancies herself to be the prettiest girl in the house. And because of my swollen allergy eyes and kankersore lip, I do believe she's right.

Now she rests. And considers her thoughts toward human held tools.



Tomorrow is another day for her. More snipping and tugging.

But by then, she will have forgotten about the battle.

so

she crawls into my bed last night

because it is "safer"

and after a while i think she must be asleep

so i sneak a peek

and she is wide eyed

staring at me

her mama

and she whispers

"i was noticing,

today,

at school

that you are prettier

than any other mama"

and i gulp down a lump

and think

yup.

and so is mine-

'Ello (or, Arf)

Arf from Richmond!

My first full day here was pretty good. The girl took me to the park twice this morning. Then she left me for the day. I went exploring and learned to nudge open the closed door. No harm done, just wanted to snooze near her sock drawer.

When she got home we went for a run. I had a quick dip in the Winooski River and the girl trotted with me around some fields. It was quite pleasant. I even saw some little kids and let them pet my head, but they weren't as cute as any of the kids I'm used to seeing.



On our walk home the girl stopped me to snap some pictures. I must say I make this background look lovely.



Luckily, when we went out this afternoon the girl remembered her special bag. This morning she just flung with a stick if you catch my drift. I looked at her like she was NUTSO for picking that up. She said "now you're a city dog" and I didn't understand what she meant until the hot smelly bag followed us home.



Later, we played some more ball and I really showed her my stuff.

After that, she put a yellow string with numbers on it around my belly. Maybe she is measuring me for a tutu?

All of this means I am tired and if you need me you can find me by the boy because he doesn't make me do stuff.

Woof and kisses,
BCup

G'bye

See ya snow tires.

You can take your "tenaciously clinging" treads, and "less rolling resistance". Go enjoy your "dedicated winterness" and "dual action calabratizing" (I made that one up). You can have your loud sticky sound against the pavement and your amazing state of the art gas guzzling feature.





I'll take your more peaceful 3 season friends. The ones with the worn down treads and years of experience under their belt. I prefer their "sitting in a musty basement in a plastic bag for three months" smell to your "I'm so great in the snow just give me one more storm" attitude. I'll embrace their relatively speaking eco friendly dig into my wallet for gas.

I'll take them.

'Cuz they mean (spring) business.

HIGH SOCIETY

miss bugsy t. bugsleberry

cordially invites you to tea.

today.

now.

don't be late...