Here’s how my day went:
Best. Valentine’s. Day. Ever.
Here’s how my day went:
Best. Valentine’s. Day. Ever.
I credit the headline to the wife, for the record…and for the following reason…
While I was at work on Sunday afternoon, Brooke called to tell me about a little adventure the dog had… The front door hasn’t been sealing all the way and, apparently, when I left, it didn’t seal very well… Brooke was in the kitchen for about 10 minutes and, after entering the living room again, noticed the door was open…and the cat was laying at the bottom of the stairs! So, after grabbing the cat (relatively easy compared with what he usually does when he escapes), she noticed that the dog was nowhere to be seen. She walked around the block(s) where we usually walk her and, again, no Edie.
Well, thankfully, when she returned, there was a message on the answering machine from a few nice ladies that had capture the puppy. Apparently, they were driving down to Soulard for a few drinks before the Super Bowl and saw a random dog crossing Russell Ave. right by the Bastille (across from Joanie’s Pizza). They opened the door and she hopped right in! After looking at her tag, they called the phone number and left the message, so Brooke met them and picked up the dog (offering to buy them a beer, of course, but they said that they hoped someone would do the same for them if their dog had gotten loose!).
Needless to say, we’re being much more careful about checking the front door when we aren’t downstairs to keep an eye on the animals.
Anyway, I got home today around 4:30 pm to see Brooke out on the street with Edie for her afternoon walk…with another dog (a Red Coonhound, apparently). This one was loose, but very friendly and was being very nice to Edie, despite her typical whining. So, Brooke looked on the tag and saw the address and phone number (over off Lemp Ave, across I-55!). I called the number and a young woman answered, saying “Charlie’s never gone that far, before!” Anyway, she came over promptly (I had gone inside to get Charlie a rawhide to entertain him until his Momma arrived) and said “thank you” multiple times.
As the great Alanis Morissette once said: “Isn’t it ironic…dontcha think?”?
The family was sleeping during “Criminal Minds” Wednesday night…thought I should share the photo op with everyone else… 😛
On a side-note, according to my WordPress Dashboard, this is my 400th post on this blog. Crazy times, yo.
So, Edie isn’t the happiest dog when we leave her alone at someone else’s place. She was kind enough to hurt herself over the summer at Brooke’s parent’s house by getting her mouth stuck in the cage doors of the kennel she was in…so this time, at my parent’s house, we locked her up in Pepper’s old kennel (which is a bit bigger and constructed differently than ours).
Well, we got home from church and dinner (a total of, like, 4 – 4.5 hrs?) and found her loose inside the house. “What the heck,” we say…
We go downstairs to check out how exactly she got the door open. Apparently, as the picture above shows, she didn’t get the door open – she tore a new hole in the bars…
Needless to say, this is getting a bit ridiculous. To top it all off, once loose, she got into our cooler and stole some of my deer jerky (courtesy of Uncle Mike…thanks!) and ate some leftover cheese cake “bites,” keeping her awake through most of the night.
So, I don’t always chit-chat about Sam the Cat and Edie the Dog, but I decided I should relay this story…mostly because I’ve only been posting videos recently, but also because it’s somewhat amusing how devious these two are…
Two nights ago (Sunday), I pulled the deer jerky bag off the top of the refrigerator (thanks Uncle Mike!) and had a few pieces. As usual, I gave a small amount to Edie and a little to Sam – yes, even the cat, that usually doesn’t eat “people-food,” does like to eat deer.
The next morning (Monday), Brooke wakes up first and finds the dog downstairs breaking into the deer jerky bag. After I find out about this, I retrace my steps from the previous night. “Did I put the jerky back on top of the fridge? Yes! I’m sure I did!” The only explanation is that Sam must have gotten up there and pushed it off…but that would be a new one, as Sam had never gotten on top of the fridge before (to our knowledge).
Well, last night (Monday…still…), Brooke and I are both upstairs and it’s quiet enough for me to hear something fall to the ground down in the kitchen. I rush downstairs, as I can’t see Edie anywhere, and sure enough: the jerky is on the floor next to the fridge…and the cat is jumping down from the counter.
We’ve long thought that the cat and dog, while not always getting along, cooperate for certain things. Apparently, deer jerky is one of them. Which is now housed inside the refrigerator (…and if those two can get in there, then I say they deserve the jerky…).
“Cats and dogs…living together…mass hysteria!”
Yeah, this is what we saw when we got home today…
Yeah…that’s a container of dog food that we had set up for when we take Edie with us to Columbia or Hannibal. The dog opened it. No tooth marks. It’s like she has opposable thumbs…
…this could be bad…she may know how to open doors…
On another note, be sure to stay out of trouble whilst I’m in California, yo… 😛
Ok, when we were kids, we played with these contraptions, thanks to my Uncle Bob’s brother. They’re called Sling Wings and until a few weeks ago, I thought everybody had them, but apparently, they weren’t that well known outside of the Poor family. Anyway, Mom found one in the garage and brought it to me when Rachel came to visit this weekend, so we headed to the park with the dog to show Andy how real kids have fun…here are the results of this outing:
If you look closely, you can see it in flight (it’s yellow…with red, blue, and silver stickers, in case you were wondering).
Me, imitating the Sling Wing.
Rachel. You use a rubber band to shoot the styrofoam piece like a sling shot.
Andy gives it a try.
Something was funny…
I shot myself and bled…I’m cool like that!
Last, but not least, Edie.
I’ll now take orders…I’m sure Bob will give me the patent…you know you all want some!!
Now, I get confused sometimes. Like. I see a plane and think it’s a boat. Occasionally, I mistake cows for iguanas…
It has happened four times now when walking Edie. Twice to Brooke, twice for me (all of mine this week…). “Look at the wiener dog!” is the usual exclamation… Never “dachshund,” specifically…simply “wiener dog.”
Now, I realize Edie has some brown and black coloring in her. And floppy ears. And, because there’s some bassett hound in her, she’s perhaps slightly longer than your typical beagle. But in no way does she at all resemble a dachshund.
Just wanted to clear that up…
So, we’ve been looking for a dog for a little while now… Preferably, a somewhat older one so it would be more mellow, yet energetic enough to go out on walks, etc. Also, a breed that wouldn’t bark too much and that would get along with a kitty cat… We’ve checked out various on-line venues, including the pound, and various groups around the state.
Well, we found Edith Ann at the Humane Society here in St. Louis yesterday…”Edie” for short… She’s a 5 year old 13″ Beagle that was owned by an older lady who had to give her up to enter a nursing home. We brought her home today and all is well so far! She’s a sweetie…haven’t heard her bark yet…although she does whine a bit… She’s a little overweight, so we’ve gotta limit her food for awhile and be sure to take her on frequent walks, but that was the plan, anyway…
So far, Sam isn’t a fan of his new roommate… He spent most of the day hiding under the bed, but finally came out around 8:30 to see what the deal is… He’s checked Edie out a few times, but has yet to really “make friends”… I’m sure it’ll work out, though…
Anyway, there are more pictures on my Google Photos page…check ’em out…and come visit if you want!