Category: west virginia place

Friday was my last day at the WV place. It was a pretty busy day. It was pretty odd, too.

First, the weather. It rained off and on in the morning. So every time the dogs went outside, they brought some mud back inside.

The floor looked like this by late morning. It was pretty bad. And I had just cleaned the floor on Monday night. The bedroom is the only place that the floor was sort of clean.

The cool thing about a concrete floor is, it cleans up pretty easy.

Before I started working, I did a post about Belle the bone thief. She stole K’s bone. I wasn’t overly concerned though because bones had been showing up all week.

Do you remember me ending that post with, “I don’t even want to picture the carcass that is the source of all these bones.” There’s definitely a pile of bones somewhere on our property. I’m not sure if it can still be called a carcass though because it has no head.

How do I know it has no head?

Because someone deposited it on the ground outside my kitchen window. I don’t know which of the girls delivered that little treasure, but I am pretty sure it was Meg. I really was very busy so I ran outside, lifted the skull with a grocery bag and hung the bag on our porch post. A little while later, I just had to stop to get a shot of this…

I happened to look outside at 2:45 while I was fixing my lunch and dang if there weren’t more bones. I decided I’d better collect them. After all, the girls had been showing up with bones all week. And boy, did those bones ever make those dogs STINK. Shortly after they ate the bones, you could smell it on their faces and feet. A few hours later, you could smell it in the air. With dogs, if it smells bad going in, it usually smells much worse coming out. Especially if expelled in gas form.

By the time I was through for the day, I felt like I’d done an archaeological dig.

You wouldn’t think my sweet little angels would do such a thing, would you?

Don’t let those faces fool you for a second.

And now, for something completely and utterly unrelated to anything I just said, look at this cool moon picture.

I snapped that shot while taking the girls on our final stroll, just before heading back to MD. Which is where I am now, all ready (sort of) for another very busy work week.

The other day I wrote about how K had finally started to smile. If you didn’t see that post, go back and check it out. There’s pictorial proof.

Moments after publishing that post, I had to take the dogs down the hill. Seriously, they insist. Belle pokes me repeatedly with her nose. K hits my shoulder with both front feet at once then looks at me all serious and issues one long, plaintive “woof”. Meg circles and whines, looking at me hopefully the whole time. Then she starts growling and barking.

It doesn’t stop until I take them down the hill, which essentially just means to the end of our driveway. Further, if I have time, which that day I didn’t.

Anyway… while I was standing near the end of our driveway, K was exploring in the woods on my right. Soon enough, she found a bone. (Looking back, I’m pretty sure one of the dogs must’ve hidden it there earlier.)

Not long after that, Belle discovered that K had found a bone.

Well, Belle wanted that bone.

Click on the image at left for a larger view to see Belle trying to get K’s bone.

I watched them for a little while, but I had to get back to work. So I headed toward the house.

Not long after that Belle, who must have tired of trying to outmaneuver K, joined me. A couple of minutes later, K followed. She must have hidden her bone for later (she tires of gnawing faster than the other dogs).

Well… the very second Belle saw K boneless, off she ran. Directly to the spot where K had left the bone.

This was the scene shortly thereafter.

K was not happy. Her expression in the next shot totally says, “That bitch stole my bone!”

Belle, at times, can really be a brat. She’s top dog at our house and she flaunts it. She chooses which bed she sleeps in every night. She chooses whether or not a dog can play with a particular toy. She tries stealing everyone else’s chewies. And so on.

Hubby and I often say, “It’s a good thing she’s so cute.” Really. How can you get really, really mad at a dog with a face like that one? Especially when she looks at you like this?

I could have intervened, like I often do at home, but I didn’t want to touch that bone. And watching them was sort of funny.

As a quick aside… isn’t it weird how K looks like a goat in that picture?

I did sort of feel sorry for K. But I had to get to work. I knew she’d get it back eventually. Besides, there are quite a few bones laying around the yard here.

I don’t even want to picture the carcass that is the source of all these bones…

I looked outside a little while later, and they were still at it. Belle chewing (i.e., gloating) and K stewing.

It all worked out in the end. Later that same day, K was back to romping and smiling.

Are you wondering about Meg? Are you? Feeling sorry for her, thinking she got all left out?

Don’t.

A short time later, she showed up with a new bone of her own.

Let me reiterate… I don’t even want to picture the carcass that is the source of all these bones.

These dogs always keep me entertained (and a little grossed out at times, too).