A heart full of memories......

Hi everyone, I'm back. I didn't really abandon my blog but I suffered two tragedies that knocked me to my knees and kept me there for awhile. This blog has always made me laugh and I think it's time to laugh again.

Those of you who know me well know that on May 6, 2012 I lost my precious sister to breast cancer, she was a fighter and survivor. She had survived one bout of breast cancer and was a survivor for 5 years until the cancer returned with a fury and after an 18 month fight, cancer took her from us, twelve days before her fiftieth fifth birthday. In addition to that, on May 9, 2012 I lost my heart dog, my best friend, my Sunny. One day after his ninth birthday. He had pancreatitus and went downhill very quickly. He lost about 15 pounds and was a skeleton of his former self. I was talking to God and asked him to take him quickly if he can't be healed. About 10 seconds after that, he died from a massive heart attack, he didn't suffer but it damn near killed me.

I have so many good memories of them both. It's time to celebrate their lives and take a break from crying.

On May 8, 2003 a Dal puppy came skidding into life and never stopped. Thanks to Rosie Branaman and Julia Soukup my Sunny Bunny came to brighten up my life. What a character. Someone once told him that it was a good thing that I loved him because he was so obnoxious that no one else could stand him. He was a pistol and a goober. He loved to show and if you said "show" to him he would knock you down to get to the van. Sunny has a stubborn streak in him a mile wide. He didn't really care if I got mad at him, he was going to do what he wanted first. After he got done doing whatever it was he would come to me and give me that big ole' Sunny smile and he knew I couldn't resist. Sunny was with me through a lot of hard times but he could always make me smile. He never met a stranger and just assumed that everybody needed big sloppy Sunny kisses and wanted him in their lap. Big old 65 pound goofball. He was an AKC champion, leader of our pack, a father to many beautiful dogs and Lotto's mate and best friend. He was also a large part of my heart and soul. He left a huge hole in me and slowly I am filling it with memories and new experiences with his kids. Sunny left four of his kids with me and I see him in them all. He was too young to go and I will always love him and miss him. Go with God Sunny, you know that he has a special place in his heart for spotted dogs.

On May 18, 1957 my baby sister Mary Lou entered this world and my life changed for the better. She was a beautiful baby, but a rotten little kid. She was one of my best friends and a kindred spirit. She was a sister, daughter, wife, mother and grandma. She took on the job of taking care of every one in her life. We shared a lot of memories some of which I've shared with you and a lot more that we only shared with each other. We planned to grow old together, but I guess God had other plans. One time before she got so sick and weak, I told her "Don't leave me here with all these assholes" and she said she wouldn't. She has kept her promise because I feel her around me and I feel her love. Mary Lou, I miss you so much my life has another big hole in it. I got to talk to her by phone the day before she died. I got to tell her how much I loved her and what she has meant to me. I did not go to the funeral in Virginia, I told my brother-in-law that I wasn't coming, I saw pictures of her in the hospital and I didn't want that to be my last memory of her. I think that my brother-in-law Jerry understood and I know that Mary Lou did and I'm sure there are others who will criticize me, but, they need to take a walk in my shoes. As a memorial to my sister, my cover page on facebook is one of my favorite pictures of  her.

What I want to say in conclusion is that I wait for the day when we'll be together again, I'll see you at the bridge......

Happy Happy Birthday Baaby.....

If you don't remember that song, you're younger than me. Today is a great occasion for the world, it's Sunny's 9th birthday. That's right folks, nine years ago today Nina (Sunny's mother) was whelping puppies and Newt (his dad) was passing out cigars. My first introduction to the Sunman was at a conformation class (this is where puppies and dogs learn and practice how to show in a ring) his other mama Julia had him at it and it was love at first sight at least on my part. As far as he was concerned he was busy not behaving and sticking that  big heart shaped nose into everything. Typical Sunny puppy. This is the nosiest pup I have ever seen and stubborn as a mule. Most dogs do care if you are mad at them, not Sunny. As an example, his dad Newt will go to his crate if he thinks the other dogs will be doing something naughty. Sunny, on the other hand will lead the charge. In honor of His Highness, I thought I would go through a few highlights of his last 9 years.

But first, big news! We have relocated. We are now living on top of another mountain. This one is about 5 miles from the other one and even more remote. There are just two cabins on this one. Just think, no more Inbred Fred, no more Yorkies and of course no more Pig. But there is some talk of getting another pig and we will just have to deal with second hand reports. This ought to provide us with some yuks. Especially since Inbred Fred used to go ballistic over the Dals and he used to almost have a cardiac when the Yorkies would crap on his driveway. His reasoning was that he had just put in hardwood floors before he moved in and didn't want to track in Yorkie poop. This brings to mind 2 questions: first, wouldn't you would think he'd look where he is walking  That's always a good idea when you are walking around in the wilderness. The second question is with the size of a Yorkie turd and all of the open space around there what are the odds of stepping in one. I never once stepped on a Yorkie turd the whole time I lived there. I have been considering going over there one night and leaving a big ole steaming pile with a few scattered chicken bones in it outside his door and leaving him with the task of wondering what large animal ate the the Yorkies and crapped right outside his door. Now that would be a hoot!

Of course this new house will give me lots of subject matter. First, my only neighbor doesn't have Yorkies, but he does have 3 small mixed terriers about 2-3 pounds each and one Chihuahua. The Doos have made friends with them. Even Mira who we all know hates everyone except me and the rest of the pack. Actually, the jury is still out on Sunfire. In addition to the little dogs which we will now refer to as Yowawas, there is a pack of hounds on a neighboring mountain who have an ongoing howl/bark fest with Spots. Finally, there is a dysfunctional rooster nearby too.

Now back to the highlights of Sunny Bunny's life so far. His other mama Julia once said to him that he should be glad that his mama (me) loved him because no one else would put up with him. If I remember correctly he just smiled at her and tried to sit on her head. Headsitting was one of his favorite pastimes when he was a pup. Thank God he gave it up because he is now 60+ lbs. Sunny once actually administered the "Official Boyfriend Test". We figured if a guy could survive Sunny puppy he had potential. Julia had just started dating this guy. He was a big good looking guy but not a dog person. When they came into the house they sat on the couch. This guy had no idea that Sunny considered the coffee table his personal spot (Sunny has always been a table sitter). Anyway, he hopped on the coffee table and from the table to the back of the couch and you could tell that he considered doing some head sitting but settled for wrapping himself around the guys neck. This totally freaked the man out. He asked "is he going to bite me?" Sunny answered his question by giving him a wet willie. We still laugh about that.

Sunny was also known as the "Panty King" for having made a stroll through the house when we had guests with a clean pair of white cotton panties on his head. He was wearing it with his face sticking out of a leg hole and the rest draped over his head. Life has never been dull with this guy around. Sunny has always been a puppy lover, with his litters and two rescue litters. He looked like a mother duck leading her "ducklings" around. He actually stole one of his puppies from the whelping box one time and took it to his crate to cuddle. When Lotto discovered the pup missing she tried to rip him a new one. That never stopped him from getting into the whelping box. He had learned not to do it when mom was around. When he heard her coming he would hop out and try to look innocent. Of course Lotto would sniff the pups and give him her deadly stink eye accompanied by a low growl and he would give her his best "who me?" look.

Over the years the Sunny stories just kept on coming. Way too many to recall in one blog. He is considered a senior and like me he becoming a little cranky and set in his ways. He sleeps on the bed with Lotto and me in "the big crate". He has always liked to cuddle but Lotto has claimed that right. She sleeps spooning with me with her head near my stomach and her butthole near my face. That is so I will get the full impact of her lethal farts. Sunny and Lottie would vie for this prime spot. For example, when one of them would get the good spot the other would jump up and run for the window barking like we were being attacked by a bunch of rabid ninja squirrels. The result of this was that all the others would start barking, especially Riggins who has never overlooked a chance to bark with that loud, high, earsplitting continuous bark of his. However,  the real point was to roust the other from the good spot so that the barker could jump up into the prime spot. I guess Sunny decided that it was too much trouble and invented a "new" spot. The new spot is at the head of the bed  on the same side I am facing, laying across the bed. Now this would be alright if his head was on my pillow, but not Sunny, oh no. He is facing away from me with his butt on the pillow. This allows me the unique view of his "brown eye" and may I add that Sunny has always lacked hygiene in that area. The other benefit is that now he can directly kick me in the head if I do something to annoy him, which doesn't take much.

Today on the JLS website, Julia really summed it up by saying, "it's Sunny's world and we just share it". That's the truth. Thank you Sunny for sharing your life with me. Happy Birthday BooBoo Bunny, your mama loves you......

Until next time which will be sooner than this one was adios amigos/amigas, and try to stay northbound of the netherparts of a southbound dog!

What do you do when a naked gay guy runs through the backyard.....

This post I am going to turn over to my good friend Daniel. This is something he emailed to his friends. To keep you up on the characters in this story, You already know from my first sentence that Daniel is my friend. He is 1/2 of the cutest couple I know, Daniel and Kevin. In turn, Dan and Kevin are owned by Perdita who is the prettiest little liver girl you ever saw. She is also my grandpup and Sunny's daughter. Oh yeah, there is also a mouse in this story. Doesn't have a relationship to anyone but it is key. So change your Depends or go pee first, I guarentee that you will need it. Take it away Dan!

Well kids, I just had the living shit scared out of me. In my back yard, Perdita knew that there was a mouse living in between my fences for the last 3 or 4 days. I saw the mouse in the fence and tried to scare him off. No such luck. Everyday, Perdita knew exactly where the mouse was behind the fence and I could see the mouse and knew that Perdita was spot on to where the mouse was. I wanted to use a mouse trap to catch the mouse so Perdita wouldn't go nuts every time she went out, but I didn't have one. So I thought from hammering on the fence that the mouse would leave. Well it worked. The mouse left the fence area and went to a near by bush. So this afternoon when I got home, I got undressed in the garage, went into the house, gave Perdita a big kiss, went outside to the lanai and put on my flip-flops. Are you getting the picture yet??? So, I let her out into the back yard, she takes off to the fence area where the mouse has been living. She quickly realizes that the mouse is not there. BUT, decides that the mouse is in my umbrella bush, or I call a funeral plant. She starts running around the bush and at first I think it's kinda cute. Then, she start jumping into the bush and around the bush again, and again and again, and next thing I know, she has this very well fed field mouse in her mouth. She take off running in the yard, and I'm yelling at her to drop it. It's not cute or funny to me anymore. I chase after her, remember, I'm naked! I take off after her, throwing my flip-flops in the process, yelling at her to drop it!!! Do you think she would drop it?? HELL NO!!! When I did catch her and opened her mouth, all I saw was the tail going down. My Pongo would NEVER put something that gross into her mouth. So, anyhoo, I'm scared shitless, I/we run into the house and I call the Vet. I said, I think we might have an emergency here. What's the problem the receptionist asked? I told the receptionist what had happened. I did leave out the part about me being naked with my flip-flops neatly scattered about the yard. She said, hold on, I'll go get the Vet and get ready to bring her in! The Vet got on the line and I told him what had happened, again, I left out the part about me being naked and the flip-flops, he said while laughing, "It's ok, that's what dogs do. She'll be fine." So end of story and 4 beers later, everything's fine. I can't wait till she poops and I get see teeth and fur in her turds. Gives me the creeps. She's a princess! She's not suppose to eat varmints. YUCK!!! She didn't give me a chance to season it and cook it up for her. What am I suppose to do??? All I can say is "THANK GOD for BEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"  Dalmatians will drive a person to drink!!!  This is my story and I'm sticking to it. Now, I think I'll go outside into my back yard and collect my flip-flops. Love you guys.

Love and kudos to you Dan.

Whine, wine, wine.....

Okay, I have been shamed by some of my followers who said they are jonesing for a post. So here we go. It's the day before Christmas Eve and  the Hanukkah season(did I spell that right?) is underway. I'm going to try to catch you up on whats been going down here on the mountain. One day it was Fall and with absolutely no warning the next day it was winter! None of this fading in crap, just boom, Winter.

So I am sitting here with my "inexpensive" as opposed to "cheap" wine. I think there is about  $0.50 cent difference. If it costs under $3.00 it's cheap. If it costs over $3.00 it is "inexpensive". I'm enjoying this stab you in the gut Pinot Grigio drinking it from a mason jar. Let me tell you, in mountain society a jelly jar is for everyday but a mason jar is upscale and only used for company. I figured this is a festive season so I'm breaking out the mason jars. Besides, after 2 glasses of this, you don't care what your drinking out of, the dog's water bowl would do just fine, except that I would have to fight off the dogs.

So I imagine that you all are frazzled now with the holiday season, relatives and decorations. We don't decorate for Christmas, because some of the Doos, no names mentioned, view ornaments and decorations as hanging toys and things to be knocked down and eaten. So instead, I make them wear antlers and Santa and elf hats to amuse me. I'm amused, not them. I really need to get a camera so I can share these moments of humiliation.

For those of you Yorkie fan you will be glad to hear that they are all back in sweaters, some pastel, none of them "manly' Most of them embarrassing. They still run up and down the porch barking like crazy. Sunny  now considers them a dangerous threat. Okay, here is the story. One day when it was still fall. Sunny was out roaming and as he is want to do, he likes to go visit my neighbors on the porch and share any food they might be eating. So here he is on the porch and sharing a sandwich with David, one of the neighbors, and someone left their storm door unlatched and out piled two of the Yorkies and promply attached themselves to each of Sunny's ears. You never saw a dog exit a porch so fast. Luckily I was outside to observe it the look on his face was priceless. A dogs version of  WTF! He came running home and now checks out the location of said Yorkies before he crosses the creek. I don't blame him Yorkie earrings are definitely not in fashion.

With pigs gone it seemed kind of dull here, but the Lord provides. We have a new neighbor who is a complete asshole. He is a Yankee transplant from a suburb or city. He has provided us with a lot of entertainment and I will be writing about him in the coming blogs.

Well, the pot of pintos I have been cooking are ready, Yum, and I need a refill of wine. So bless you all and I will be posting soon. I miss ya'll too. So have a great Christmas don't get too drunk and fall into the tree. Don't feed your dogs turkey it gives them gas you wouldn't believe.

Taliban Yorkies and Sunfire the TPD

Wow, I didn't realize that it has been so long since I posted. But we will definitely make up for it in this post. For all you Yorkie fans you will get a double dose this post. But first, Sunfire has earned his TPD (toilet paper dog). I was sitting here vegging as usual surfing sites when I happen to look up and see that my house has been redecorated reminiscent of a Halloween TPing. It was amazing, it went from one of the bathrooms to the living room, into and out of my bedroom and ended in the dining room. For those of you who are unfamiliar with my house layout, it is like a great room with a bedroom off of it. The great room consists of a kitchen, dining area, office area and living room. There are 2 bathrooms, one off the great room and the other in my bedroom Of course there was no dog in site. When I started using expletives and cuss words they all appeared. Looking very innocent I might add. As a side note, that is some strong toilet paper, I can't figure out how if it's so strong how come I always stick my finger through multiple layers. Okay, back to the "innocent" dogs. They are all looking at each other like "what is she mad about, hey, I like the new decor, very dog friendly". I say, "who did this" I'd drop over if one of them actually said, " well, I guess I'll confess, it was me". In true dog fashion they just looked at me with their heads cocked. I said, "well I guess the bad dog has visited once again". I assume they agreed because they all left. Okay, a day later same thing only this time it just went from the bathroom to the dining room. Again, no dog in sight. I was in the other bathroom at that time. I figured it was useless to ask who did it, so I just started rewinding. I was making a point of making sure the bathroom doors were closed and watching for any suspicious activity. My next encounter with the undercover toilet paper runner was again, I looked up and saw a trail of paper towels this time. Aha! a clue at last. The paper towels sit at the back of the counter and Mira, Siren and Lotto are all to short to reach them. Sunny was exonerated because he had been in the bedroom with the door closed sleeping. That left Riggins and Sunfire. I looked at both of them and put  small cookies on the back of the counter. Riggins was jumping trying to get them and Sunfire just easily snarfed both of them up. Okay, I had a culprit, not to mention that he had a small fluff of paper on one of his whiskers. I told him that I was watching him, you know the signal, your first two fingers pointing to your eyes and them at other person. Sunfire isn't very good at taking hints, but to date he hasn't gotten any more TP or paper towels. Of course I have moved the paper towels to the top of the refrigerator. I expect it is only a matter of time before he can get on top of the refrigerator. His father, Sunny is an expert refrigerator top cruiser, which is why I don't store the bread up there anymore.

Alright Yorkie fans, here we go. First, I think I told you that there was another Yorkie who joined the group. His name is Scooter. Scooter is going to rescue. No crying! He will be going with a great rescuer that I personally know. He already has a new home where he will be an only dog and live with a lady who carries her dogs around in purses. We know the kind, they have a big purse and if you get within 15 feet of it it starts growling and snapping. These people always give you a look at you as if you tried to strangle their pocket pup. I've thought about it but never have actually done it. She recently lost her other Yorkie. It went to that Yorkie heaven in the sky. Yorkies and toy dogs don't go to the Rainbow Bridge because the big dogs would eat them. I guess if you are a very bad little dog (or cat) you go to the bridge and are given a 30 second start.

There is an amendment to the Scooter Story. Scooter will not be going to Rescue, He will be going back to his mama. He will still be an only dog and one of those Foo-Foo dog that gets carried in a purse. He will still be an only dog so there is no competition for peeing on walls and furniture for him. BUT, Scooter was neutered,. Hey, that rhymes!. Scooter thought they said tutored so he went along happily. Now he's walking a little funny with his back legs. So RIP Scooters balls and here is to a good life with your mama the other Yorkies are glad to see you go.

Welcome to the wonderful world of fogeydom

This is it, I've finally reached the high point of life. This is referred to as becoming an old fart, fogey old goat or as I heard someone describe members of my generation as the "locust generation". Anyway, I've officially arrived. Up to this point I considered myself a senior and I thought that was it. WRONG! So you ask, what's the difference, unless you are there too. Big difference and when you get there you know it. The transition point for me was when I realized that I had turkey neck arms, turkey neck neck and all on the same day I bought a Grabber. That was the final turning point. It's a great little tool. They advertise them on TV. It's about 3' long with a pistol grip thing and suction cups on the other end. You press the trigger and the suction cup close in on anything and you can lock them down to move around things. I bought it because I had a burnt out light bulb and after all these years I'm going to heed my doctors advice and stay off of ladders and step stools. This is after spraining, straining, bruising, cracking and breaking several parts of my body while falling off of various step ladders.

Okay, back to the Grabber. I brought it home and was amazed that it actually worked. I changed the light bulb. As a point of rebellion I used a regular bulb, not one of the Obama bulbs. I'd like to screw him into a socket, but that's a different subject. Of course now that I had used it, I decided to check it out and play with it. I opened the refrigerator, pulled stuff out, put it back, went around the house picking things up and putting them down. I decided to expand my talents and used it to pick up dog cookies and feed the Doos. They were a little skeptical at first but seeing as it contained food they basically said "to hell with it" and ate the cookies.
 That's when the devil in me came out and I grabbed Mira by the ass. She couldn't figure out what was grabbing her but she put a lot of distance between her and the evil Grabber. I made a game out of goosing them with it. I thought it was funny as hell but they didn't agree. Lotto being the other old fart in the house looked at the Grabber and then looked at me and growled. That was enough, I know she is serious. I've seen her kick Sunny's ass and I have no doubt she would place that grabber where the sun doesn't shine. I'm thinking of getting a second one to pick up dog shit.

I've realized that being and official old coot comes with some perks. For example I can do granny farts, long and loud ones. This is the act of farting as you walk, usually several farts and keeping in step with the shuffle rhythm. Personally, I've always enjoyed a good fart. One of my favorite things to do to my husband(s) is to fart when in a crowd and then give a dirty look or say  "Geez" or something similar. I've even done that to Sunny but he just smiled and wagged his tail and took credit. Yesterday I made a plate of nachos which had a lot of beans and peppers in it. Last night when we were in bed I cut loose with a few and even Lotto, the original fart queen, couldn't deal with it, she gave me dirty looks and went to Sunny's crate. I've always suspected that Sunny was somewhat of an aficionado of farts. He just stayed in bed and took over Lottos spot.

Some of the other perks are being able to dress weird or say what you want and people just chalk it up to being old and accept it. Damn that's fun. Earlier this week I went to town and had on a pair of red seersucker plaid shorts. Of course on me they came to my knees and a blue "Summer of 2011" t-shirt on without a bra. So that means means not only were my shorts to my knees but my boobs were too. I had a pair of bright purple flip flops on. I wasn't quite the "people of Walmart" but I was damn close. Being an old goat gets the reaction of most people call you "sweetheart"  and helping you carry stuff. Old age is great. I never knew that all my life when I helped old people that they were scamming on us and really playing the old coot card.

Finally, it's okay to be as eccentric as you want and it's just chalked up as old. Actually, I've always been eccentric, ask my sister, she knows she's eccentric too. I have decided to be a nudest at home. the dogs don't mind, they're nudists too. So if you don't want see me without clothes let me know your coming. I went to see my doctor (actually my nurse practitioner) and found out that I am now 4' 11". I used to be 5' 1 1/2". When you are short, that extra 1/2 inch is important. Just like if you ask a kid how old they are, they always add that fraction on the end. Somehow between then and now I lost a couple of inches. Unfortunately, I kept the pounds. My newest endeavor is studying shamanism. The Indians called them medicine men. The name doesn't matter, the subject is the same. So if you come to visit without calling, you may be able to catch  me dancing in the nude in the moonlight with leaves on my head, my grabber in my hand and turkey feathers up my ass. How's that for a visual! Til next time

.......and the rabbit done died!

Life around here just keeps getting funner and funner! The weather has been intolerable. As Mathew Broderick said in Biloxi Blues, "This is hot, this is Africa hot, Tarzan couldn’t stand this hot! Let me tell you how hot it is, the Yorkies won't come outside to bark. Of course they are Yorkies, have a lot of hair, are very short and could drown in a shallow puddle and wouldn't want to get their ribbons wet. Nothing stops the Doos from running amok, except of course rain. God forbid they should get a paw wet! I've told them over and over that they have nothing to worry about, they aren't sugar which would melt but poop floats. I didn't use the word poop but I'm trying to watch my language. I think I heard Mira bark a "bad word".

We had a death in the neighborhood. I told you that besides Yorkies and the big lab, the neighbors have rabbits and none of them are neutered so they have an ever changing population. Well I heard from Donny that one of the rabbits kicked the bucket. It was one of the older rabbits I was kind of hoping it was that bad tempered one that throws her dish. She's a real Diva or so she thinks. For crap sakes she is a RABBIT no rabbit is a Diva. Anyway, they had a funeral for the rabbit and buried it. They buried it on the hill on the side of my house which the little girl informed me is where they bury all the dead rabbits. Gee thanks!! My first thought was I wonder how long it will take one of the dogs to dig it up and drag it home. That what we really need on a hot humid day, a dead rotting rabbit, yeah that’s the ticket!

I always let the second shift out in the morning after Sunny and Lotto have been out tooling around peeing on everything and crapping in the neighbor’s yard. I know, I know, but they bury dead animals in my yard!! There is some sense of justice. So anyway the second shift goes out. This is comprised of Riggins, Siren, Mira and Sunfire. Usually Riggins comes right back and starts tattling on the other dogs. He is such a butt kisser! Today he didn’t and I stepped out on the front porch and see him and Sunfire and Mira all looking at Siren who has something and is eating it. I take a good look (they are about 30’ away). I put on my glasses like that was going to help. I saw something white and furry and just knew it was a rabbit. I went back inside and put on some clothes and by this time the dead thing had changed owners and Sunfire had it. I managed to call him to me and of course he ignored me so I went up to him and the battle began. It was indeed a headless bunny. I don’t know why they insist on decapitating their kill but it must be some reason, it tastes best, they don’t want the thing to come alive again, it’s a religious thing, who knows. I saw that it was a good sized bunny but it was a domestic rabbit. I tried to wrestle the thing from Sunfire but he wasn’t giving it up he looked at me as if to say, get your own rabbit, this one is mine. He had quite a grip on it and I tried to pull his jaws apart and all he did was drool on my hand and bite down harder. I almost lost a finger on that. Then he took off with the rest of the pack behind him. I thought “oh great, they are going to play keep the dead rotting carcass away from mom” or better yet “pass the dead rotting carcass”. I finally grabbed him by the back of his neck and dragged him onto the front porch. I won’t delight you with all the gory details of the condition of the said rabbit. I decided if I was ever going to get that thing away from him I was going to have to suffocate him so I pinched off his nose and lips and waited for him to open his mouth and take a breathe and almost lost a hand the first time. Never one to say die (no pun intended) I tried it again and was quick enough to grab it when he took a breath. Okay, mission accomplished! I went and got all the wild beasts in their crates and took a pair of gloves picked up what was left of the bunny and double bagged it. I started to think. Okay now if this bunny died, what did it die of?? I went and looked at the rabbit and noticed a very large pair of balls attached to this rabbit. The one that died was a female. OOOkay. I took the rabbit over to the neighbors and asked if they were missing a rabbit. They said it was probably the one that died and then I told them that this was a boy. They went inside and OMG there was one missing, the big male!! All kind of thoughts were going through my head like how did the dog get inside, get the rabbit and get back out and knowing the Doos like I do there would have been carnage. After a short investigation they found that the cage wasn’t latched. This rabbit got out through the Yorkie doggy door and had plans to have a good time outside. As Dr King said, “Free at last, free at last, thank God almighty I’m free at last!” Now the only thing this rabbit knew about dogs was that it was bigger than the little furry yappers, no worry. I can just see it, there he was grazing in the sweet fresh grass when he suddenly went to rabbit heaven via a white and black tornado. I believe the tornado’s name was Siren. Dogs won’t share their catch until they are done with it or the alpha dog wants it, so Siren is awarded the kill. Siren 1, rabbit 0. I was going to ask them why they don’t bury the dead rabbits on their own side of the creek, but I didn’t think this was a good time for it.

In other news, Riggins was awarded the “Stinker of the week” award. Usually Riggins is a pretty good guy. He likes to boss around Sunfire and sniff Mira a lot but he doesn’t usually get into too much trouble. He has a really important place in the pack as Sunny’s back up, second in charge and he helps get the food too. Well everybody has been getting on each others nerves with this heat and everybody being inside. I have a couple of flyswatters that I keep handy, to swat flies and dogs when I want their attention. Last week Sunny was loudly washing his woo-woo. It sounded like he was enjoying a meal from KFC. The slurping and licking was LOUD. Anyway, I said “Sunny, knock it off”. Of course he ignored me. His take on this is “this is my woo-woo and I’ll lick it all I want, you won’t lick it for me”. I took the flyswatter and swatted him on the butt with it. He turned very indignantly and gave me a low growl. Not the kind of he’s going to bite me growl, more the kind of how dare you swat me, I’m the king don’t you know that growl. I gave him another swat and he copped a very uppity attitude and went to lay down on my bed. I told you what a suck up Riggins is. If Sunny ever stops quickly, we’re going to be taking them both to the vet to get Riggins head removed from Sunny’s ass. Okay, fast forward about an hour. I’m sitting here working at the computer and in comes Riggins he has the flyswatter all chewed up with large pieces missing. He has this thing by the handle and come and drops it at my feet. I swear he was saying “guess you won’t be swatting any more dogs with this, will you”. What he didn’t know but quickly found out was that I had 2 flyswatters……