Jack rescued four plants at work that were due to be discarded, in blithe disregard that we have a limited number of windows that get any sunlight, since our house was built with deep eaves so it would stay cool in the summer. Two of them required immediate repotting because they were falling out of their pots, and two will require bigger pots when I can get some. After wandering around the house for a bit, I decided to use the south facing window seat for the newcomers.
A new picture of Rufus, the Australian Shepherd puppy, is up at my sister’s weblog Caroline’s Journey.
Actually, Mia has two beds. This is not one of them. She has given me additional motivation to get the bed made in the morning.
Mia has been here just a little under five weeks, but figured one thing out almost immediately. Twice a day, after the horses get fed, the dogs get fed. Therefore, in Mia’s view, it is critical that she helps me get out to the barn to feed the horses. This isn’t so bad in the morning, but in the afternoon Mia starts about 3:00 (and I don’t normally feed the horses until 6:00.) First, she sits by me and looks intensely at my face. When that doesn’t work, she insinuates the top half of her body into my lap, with the same concentrated stare into my eyes. Any time I actually get up, she starts doing her happy dance, and trying to lead me to the door.
Occasionally, I tactlessly go to the mudroom (which is also our laundry room) for some reason, and then go back into the house instead of continuing on to the barn. When that happens, Mia looks somewhat baffled, as though she is thinking “Damn, I got her to the mudroom, now how do I manage the next step?”
My sister has some new photos of her ten week old puppy up at her weblog Caroline’s Journey. And if Rufus isn’t enough cute for you, try Cute Overload for more cute than most people can stand.
This is not Mia, but a photo of the St Patrick’s Day card that my vet brought today when she came to pay Mia a visit. Mia was not amused, despite the vet telling her how cute she was. Everything had been going so well, and now this complete stranger was trying to feel her up. The nerve!
Mia has what appears to be a lipoma on her left side. To me, it felt similar to one that our long ago Golden Retriever Mags had, except for its location. Fortunately, my vet agrees (99.97% sure) and feels that it should be left alone unless it starts to bother Mia.
Mia sulked while I finished talking to the vet (who is also a personal friend) and was inclined to eye me suspiciously for a while after the vet left. However, when I made lunch, Mia came to assure me there were no hard feelings, and a little snack would make her feel much better.
Folly, the black cat, seems to be commiserating with Brody, who had stifle surgery on Thursday. (There is also a Jack Russell Terrier named Jamie in this photo, almost blocked by the elizabethan collar.) Brody and Folly belong to a friend of ours, who is still shell-shocked by the news, after surgery, that Brody would have to be kept on a leash for twelve to sixteen weeks. The vet had neglected to mention that aspect in the pre-surgical briefing. Yesterday, Jack and I took down the portable fence panels that partitioned our dog run, and used them to build a small pen in our friend’s back yard so Brody would have a place outside where could be put for brief periods.
Mia officially joined the household yesterday afternoon, after a trial period of eleven days. Most of those days were to give her previous family a chance to change their minds, since we were fairly sure that she would work out for us after her first morning here.
My link, Five Acres with a View » Jack’s Spaghetti Sauce, is the first item returned by Google for the keywords “Jack spaghetti sauce.” Guess what’s for dinner?
For some serious puppy envy, go to my sister’s weblog, Caroline’s Journey: Puppy Love, and see a photo of her nine week old Australian Shepherd puppy.