Every now and then, I come across a word or phrase being used as a euphemism in a new and unique way. Since I’m a word nerd, I get all excited and have this compulsive urge to share said discovery with my faithful blog fans. That urge becomes especially strong when that phrase/term appears in a passive aggressive note written by a guy named Fat Tony. If you haven’t guessed already, today’s phrase is wedding tackle.
The list goes on and on. Just keep in mind that some of the communiques are a bit racier than others.
On a completely unrelated note…
Hubby has been taking pictures lately, something he only does when he has good reason. Or when I ask him to, which I guess would also qualify as a good reason.
Anyway… I thought I’d share a couple of his shots so his efforts don’t go unnoticed.
Belle's Spot
Belle is a morning girl in more ways than one. Mornings are her favorite time to sit with me. Whether at the MD or WV home, she likes to be with Mama in the mornings. Hubby couldn’t resist this shot of Belle looking all cute (and me not so much) very EARLY the other morning. It was probably around 7:00 a.m., which is why I look so sleepy.
Enough is Enough
Hubby took this shot to show that K and Belle had been outside so long yesterday, K had planted herself in a sunny spot in front of the wall. It shows more than just that, however.
You can see Belle standing on the hill. When she’s been outside long enough, she stands in that spot, or close to it, and stares into the kitchen. That’s her way of saying, “I am ready to come inside!”
You can also see the little yellow ball. None of our girls really LOVE playing with balls, but they’ll pick it up occasionally. Sometimes they will chase it, too. But they never bring it back. They usually just drop it at some random spot in the yard for ME to go retrieve. They call that game, “Mama Plays Fetch.”
Finally, you can see that the snow is almost gone from our yard. Above and to the right of K is what remains of Bumnabul.
I am still holding out hope that we get more snow. It’s not looking good, though. Spring is just under three weeks away. Although it has snowed here as late as April before, I’m not overly optimistic.
"Mama, can we go outside now?"
I have to end this post now. Belle, who is in her customary spot on my lap, is giving me the look you see in the picture above, which basically says, “Are you done yet? Can you take us outside? Please?”
She looks so darn cute when she gives me that look, how can I refuse?
We went to the WV place for the first time since the two blizzards hit. It was a last-minute decision, made only after we got word late in the week that our road and driveway had been cleared. Since we’d already promised Amy to help her with the kids on Saturday, we couldn’t drive up until Saturday evening.
Despite all the snow, the dogs were thrilled to be back. I was, too.
Digging for Treasure
K was digging and digging and digging. I figured it couldn’t hurt to let her dig, what could she find under all that snow?
Treasure Found
I guess she showed me!
Belle says, "I like turtles."
Once the turtle had been uncovered, I knew the next step would be one, two or even three dogs eating a turtle for lunch. Unless I intervened.
Upon closer examination, I decided the turtle was actually dead, not just sleeping (aka hibernating).
I had three disposal options.
Toss the turtle into the woods (the dogs would just go and get it)
Carry the turtle back to the house and dispose of it there (the dogs would be fighting me the whole way to get at the turtle)
Place the turtle out of reach
I elected option number 3. When you are in the woods, the most convenient out of reach places are the trees.
Mama, look! A tree turtle!
Hubby is convinced the turtle is not dead, but hibernating. It’s going to wake up in the Spring and be all like, “How the Hell did I get up here? That must have been some crazy Winter.”
Wet and Muddy DrivewayThat is One Dirty FloorThere Are Muddy Footprints EverywhereMeg Pauses in the SnowSnow-covered PatioThe Road to Town
As much as I love our WV house, I am totally dreading the next visit. Some heavy-duty cleaning will most definitely be required.
Hopefully, by then, the snow will be gone and the ground will be dry. I know the girls agree. Walking on snow that either has a slippery frozen crust that they crash through or, mostly during midday, has the consistency of a giant slurpee really wears them out. Here’s some video proof.
The next snow storm, which is pending as I write this, has shifted. Latest predictions have us getting between 5 and 8 inches. But it’s one of those storms where there are an awful lot of different variables at play. We won’t know how much snow we’re talking about for sure until sometime on Friday when part 2 of the storm has passed.
I, of course, hope for a foot. My friends in the northeastern part of the US might really get walloped this time. We’ll just have to wait and see…
We got word the other day that the road to our WV place and the driveway had been plowed. Since we were both anxious to see if all was well, we decided to drive up yesterday afternoon.
All is well, but boy is there a lot of snow. The snow at our Maryland home has been melting at a much faster rate.
Look at the size of the snow pile compared to K.Deer trails!
K wondering if she can go off-trail.This pine tree beside our driveway must have provided shelter for quite a few deer. Those are not dog tracks in the snow, they are deer tracks.
Inspecting the deer resting place.
Looking down our driveway from Turkey Hollow Road.
K testing the deer trail.You can see where the deer dragged their feet trying to get over the snow bank.K and Belle atop a snowbank.K "helping" me blog.
I’m not really sure why, but K likes to spend a lot of time in my lap when we are here. I had just uploaded the above pictures when she jumped into my lap. So I made Hubby take a picture of us to add to this post. Yes, I have bed head. I am not showering until after I do some shoveling (there’s a lot that needs to be done).
I hope you enjoyed this morning’s pics. I’ll probably have more to add later. For now, it’s time to shovel.
Do you ever look at your dogs and wonder what they are thinking and/or saying? Sometimes their body language and various vocalizations are easier to figure out than others. Take my dogs as an example.
For those of you wondering why I post such riveting videos, it’s really so Belle and K’s foster families can see how well they are doing. Fostering dogs is tough, because you can easily get attached, but also very rewarding. I know foster families often wonder how their former charges are doing, and I believe they deserve to get good and frequent updates.
I’ll try to do a post with more mass appeal tomorrow…
