@roger,
I think what we have are her italian and spanish instincts to siesta type re hours, despite her being Czechoslovakian and shepherddy, and my need t0 look sharp around 6 a.m., just in case.
I never look sharp at 6 a.m.
I can fake it for seconds at a time.
@roger,
I think, a sidekick.
She is a guard dog by genes. So, sometimes she sits in the hallway, which has a view of me sleeping/reading, -- sitting at that exact spot in the hallway for best view.
In many ways like Pacco, primo herder
@roger,
True, unless she is jumping around.
@ossobuco,
Ah, just now she finally slurped from the Outside Water Bowl.
@roger,
roger wrote:
That, and sometimes they find out what works and what doesn't. If one tail wag doesn't get the back door opened, maybe it produces food or an ear rumple. Katy is good with ear rumples, generally.
Well, that one's easy - if she is facing the back door in a perpendicular manner (while avoiding bells she finds distasteful but will respond to if I jangle them), she wants to go out for one or more of many reasons, including sun lolling, personal hygiene needs, or nosy neighboring.
So it's eleven pm and she wants to sit at the back door area watching the moon. Or the wall. She looks happy.
Now, not to fall asleep myself.
@ossobuco,
Lucky she's not howling at that moon. I forgot to tell you she's half wolf.
@roger,
I knew a moonie once, boss's wife.
@ossobuco,
I remember the moonies. They had a church?temple near my house when I was a kid. First time I ever saw a toga..
@Ceili,
Most of us avoided bosses wife, especially at work parties. They're still together a lot of years later. Now both catholic.
@ossobuco,
I wonder if there are any left? I'm not curious enough to search, but it seemed so silly to me as a kid. They'd walk around the neighbourhood dressed like Jesus handing out pamphlets. I remember thinking they always looked hungry and completely out of place.
@Ceili,
Thus the attraction.
Not to be mean. Boss's wife went through all sorts of bad stuff.
She was always bombed out of her mind at work parties (hah, I'm not without sin, nor were the rest of us).
@ossobuco,
ossobuco wrote:
Most of us avoided bosses wife, especially at work parties. They're still together a lot of years later. Now both catholic.
Are they happy? I mean as long as they are not hurting other people without the other people's consent this is what matters.....right?
@hawkeye10,
None of my business, of course. He is the creative one (so good, so good) and she is more businesslike. In any case, I highly doubt either of them are hurting anyone.
@ossobuco,
ossobuco wrote:
None of my business, of course. He is the creative one (so good, so good) and she is more businesslike. In any case, I highly doubt either of them are hurting anyone.
OK, then maybe you should dispense with the snark. So few people are happy these days, lets all clap for those who find happiness and leave the judgment for God....MKay?
@hawkeye10,
Snark. True, I am cheerfully snarky. Hey, boss' wife was great at that. Way better than me.
I have sympathy for all of us.
@ossobuco,
ossobuco wrote:
I have sympathy for all of us.
Ya, I know....you are a pissy little thing a lot of the time, but you are a good egg at the end of the day.
@hawkeye10,
I'm not little.
(g'night, and get this egg out of my room)
Roger and I and Diane went out for a late lunch today, and they dropped me off at my house, whence I asked them in to see Dog of Many Colors for some ear tugging et al. They left, and I had a momentary 'where is she, uh oh' moment, did she go out the front door? I know better of both of them, was sure she stayed in, but fear rules, until I'm surer of her ways. I think she'd probably just sit by it on the entry mat, perhaps bark, but I'm not positive. She has many nooks in the house, and I found her under the computer desk.
Ok, I relax, let her out the back door for possible needs after we had been gone and she had been inside. Shut the back door, and the door knob came off in my hand.
This house is crap. Well, this duplex is crap. The developer must have been insane or some kind of thug; there's another whole story about people here suing before I or my duplex neighbors bought. I say this with some pro knowledge of housing tract development and construction issues. But, a fool when I bought this place. I manage to sort of like it here anyway.
Ok, so there's this door knob in my hand. I study it with sinking heart as I'll have to buy a new and better lock, though it is not the primary dead bolt. I don't like cheap in this kind of thing, but the whole place is cheap and I've low money. This one looks to be made out of tinfoil but is just your average low rent kind of item. I try to put it back and give up and start in on making banana-almond-choc chip bread, as a calming action. Thinking duct tape until I figure it out. I let Katy back in, head pat, fix her kibble.
I settle down and try to rig the lock again.
Got it back together nice and tight.
Happy with myself, as Squinney would say. Happy with the dog.
