Wordless Wednesday: Countdown

 

 

Have a Chittering Good Day,

Jo

 

Manny’s Shoe Obsession

 

 

This was the last day of Bark World Expo and Manny was bored so I let him have my shoe. Kept him busy for a while. Enjoy.

 

Keep on Chittering

Jo

Adrenal Claims Another Soul

     For those that have been following this blog for a while now knew that my little girl Gweny had Adrenal disease. I think she may have been the runt of her litter but she had spunk. She ruled the boys with an iron will and when need be teeth. She made up for her tiny size by doing things in a large way.

     But the disease that only took the hair from around her tail and left the rest of her body sparsely covered won at 1 a.m. I checked on her at 12:30 a.m. and at that time she took my finger in her tiny paws and shook it gently her way of giving kisses. I told her it was all right if she went I only hoped that would be painless.

     She stopped eating her duck soup at 10 p.m. and snuggled up to her baby doll while still in her Santa hat. That is how I found her with her head in the lap of the doll and the hat like a sleeping bag.

     I know she was met at the Rainbow Bridge by her brothers; Bandit, Blizzard, Ashes, Mouse, and Galahad along with all the other animal pals waiting for their humans to come for them. I am sure she has all the shoes she can hide and is playing with everyone.

     While my heart feels like it has been ripped out again I know in time that it will heal and that I will never forget my dear little girl Gweny.

Jo

One Paw to Rule Them All

     Yes a cheesy title but only if you don’t understand the reference. It has to do with Golem and calling the ring Preeeeciouuuussss.

      Gweny’s nickname has become Precious said the same way when she is being evil. Like when she hunts out Judy just to hear her scream by biting her. Running the boys out of her cage with bared teeth and an occasional hiss. Now don’t tell her that she can be super cute too. I told her that once and was bitten.

     This little one pound hellion hasn’t let her small size slow her down. She knowingly rules this household and flaunts it with everything she does. When it is playtime, she is out first because her cage sits on top of the boys and the door blocks theirs from opening.

     She sits next to the boys cage waiting for them to come out to play she then herds them onto the middle of the floor before running off to cause mischief. The boys usually do what she wants but, as with all siblings, one has to upset the boss.

     Usually it’s Lance, who decides he doesn’t want to wait to get to the toy box holding his favorite socks. Most of the time, James manages to keep Gweny from noticing that Lance isn’t with the group. On the days where James fails she is quick round up the socks putting them back in the toy box. Before finding Lance and stares at him, I swear she is mind talking to him. After a few minutes, Lance lies on the floor flat as he can get while looking like he is pouting for the scolding he just got. This is enough for Gweny, who then comes looking for my shoes.

     She doesn’t care what kind of shoes they are as long as they are mine. She will drag them by the shoelaces or the Velcro strap to her hidey-hole. The problem comes when she tries to take them into the hidey-hole.

     They don’t fit except for my sandals and slippers. This is when you get to hear her chittering and hissing at them until she gets the toe under the desk. I guess she feels they are hidden. One of these days I’ll have a video camera to film her dragging my steel-toed sneakers to the hidey-hole. Not only are these shoes twice her size they weigh about four pounds each.

     I try to be on my best behavior from the first of December to the 24^th. I have done this since I was about six and each year I have gotten a Santa hat to wear as a reminder.

     Last year I had to buy three of them because of Gweny. Granted they were from the dollar store but the fact remains if I am wearing one she has to have it. I haven’t found one yet; it’s probably up in the back of the couch. The other one she dragged into her cage and sleeps in it. It needs to go in the wash but if I even look like I am going to take it out of the cage she is there climbing my pant leg and scolding me.

            

     Just a glimpse into my little diva’s habits. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised by her actions. After all she is named for a queen.

Jo