For the Love of Caps, Fleurs, Pets, and Toes

I think Mother’s Day is as overrated as any other holiday. I may write about it sometime, only, probably not. I’m generally on my throne, waving my scepter around, demanding things, so it’s no big deal to me. Just lemme sleep in!

BUT! Yesterday was a glorious Sunday!

Any day I wake to The Mister is a good one, but when I wake up to coffee and he wears a cap? Omalord.

y'all don't even know

y’all don’t even know

Sassy was sick half the day. Kinda put a damper on the start.

We had lunch with the whole clan. Bittersweet. Wonderful, but too brief.

It was in the high 80’s yesterday and that’s way too warm for me, but I’ve learned not to complain, because I DON’T LIVE IN GEORGIA ANYMORE!
I know that most people are sick of my goin on about how much I love being home, but I still thank God I’m home at least twice a day. This time of year, I might say it ten times a day and think it a hundred.
It’s part of my recovery from the trauma.
People think I’m bein dramatic and ask, “But did you die?!?” Psh, no, but oh, how I suffered.

I walk around smiling madly. It’s so green and lush here. The smells, oh the smells! On top of all the plants, the scent of rain, damp shade, and dark loam linger here.

catticus maximus

catticus maximus

We sat on the porch for quite some time, takin it in. Sassy’s feet dangled over the side of her chair as she snuggled Cletus the Dog Kitten, Moo did yoga poses while riding her bike, Sadie stood guard, Catticus rolled around on the concrete. The Mister and I took in all the happiness with a shared smile.

i wished my mother's red toes were there, too

i wished my mother’s red toes were here, too

I did some dishes, washed some dog, and fetched some vittles at the market. All of these things were chores, but pleasant, and routine.

The Mister did bring me a bouquet yesterday, and would you believe it included those cheerful green pompom flowers I just mentioned last week? I was told they’re green ball Dianthus. Quite nice. I call them fleurs, he calls them weeds, and that makes his gesture even sweeter.

fleurs

fleurs

I’m glad to say the temps are lower this week. I’ll be avoiding the back hallway trim, neglecting housework, playin hell with my nails, just piddlin my heart out in the yard.

Didja have a nice Sunday? Whatcha doin this week?

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Piddlin’

Last time I wrote that I like to piddle in my garden, I got some giggles, because piddle means pee. Well sure. It means pissin away time, too. If you’re Southern, or I reckon if your mama is, then piddlin is killin time, specifically lookin like you’re workin, when you’re not.
The Fine Art of Piddling is an article by Rick Bragg, one of my favorite authors, who often writes for Southern Living. The article is NOT about urination.
I love the last page of Southern Living like you would not believe. I save them up and mail them to my friend Root Beer, to further extend my joy. Did y’all read the one about old cookware? Omaword, that was some good shit.

Anyway, my mother subscribes me to Southern Living, I assume to secretly bend me to her will, how mothers do, that gentle whisper in your ear, which eventually becomes your own voice. The subtle way your mother makes sure you know you have to cook for people in distress, or never return an empty dish.
“Yes, Joey! You do have to take her a pie, even though she tried to punch you in the face a few months ago. She’s been in a terrible car accident, poor thing! What’s the matter with you?!?”

I love quite a bit of Southern Living, but you can guess that the garden section is not even remotely helpful. Time to cut back my ornamental grasses? Bitch, please, there’s two feet of snow on the ground!

Anyway Again, I’ve been piddlin round my yard a lot lately.
Trees are adamant about growing even though you don’t want them there.
I divided hostas like whoa. Y’all wouldn’t believe the hostaville I live in.

Divided some day lilies, too. I forget where I put those, but they’re somewhere…oh, by the mailbox! Did you know that people used to plant day lilies at the end of the drive like an address marker? Yep. When you’re drivin through rural areas, note how many you see on the side of the road, beyond the easement.

I planted a red Asiatic lily, which I must say, tickles me hot pink.
Added some coral bells, called Plum Crazy, cause obviously my kinda variety.
Put geraniums in my pots.
Then I planted some annuals in the ground, my first time at this house. Planted some blue lobelia, pinks and reds and whites of the nicotiana, and white waxy begonias. Somethin dug up a few begonias, but I put em back. Apparently literal piddling could help, but I’m just gonna throw some dog poo and cat hair at em. (The flowers, not the critters.)

Brussel sprouts, tomatoes, marigolds…

Damned cracks in the pavement, dandelion havens…Eco-friendly bullshit weed killer…

big ol' bee, helpin

big ol’ bee, helpin

sadie, not helpin

sadie, not helpin

Yes, I know I have ground ivy all over my yard. Yes, I know it’s invasive. I like it. I do not care if it takes over. I prefer invasive stuff, really. As long as it stays on our side of the driveway, we’re good. I think I’ve mentioned to a few of you that eventually, I should like to not have a lawn at all. Just paths. That’s the long-term plan. Keep adding and dividing perennials and planting herbs and food until there’s really not a lawn. It’s good for the environment and well, we won’t be “young” forever, you know. Wanna not mow, or mow with an old push mower. Travel lots. Live like sex-crazed childless vagabonds…

Cut some lilac today, as is traditional. In about a week, my neighbor’s bigger, older lilac will bloom and it will perfume the entire block. Mmm!

can you smell it?

can you smell it?

When I sit on my porch, it smells heavenly. Lilac, rosemary, wild onion, Lily of the Valley — oh my nose does love spring!

sadie likes the deep grass, but i prefer an adirondack chair, myself

sadie likes the deep grass, but i prefer an adirondack chair, myself

Googled the hell out of my mystery plant(s). Dunno wtf it is. My mother doesn’t know wtf it is. I now call it Wtfisit. I’ve been on Google images, Dave’s Garden, and GardenWeb (Which is now part of Houzz?) and if I have to read one more time about how it looks like Virginia Creeper or Poison Ivy, I will go batshit crazy. It is not a vine. It has three leaflets, which make it look like it has five leaves, but it is not a fucking vine. It’s a 12×24″ clump, growing in shade and it’s slightly familiar, but it wasn’t there last year.
Here, you look now:

pile of it

pile of it

stem area

stem area

Do you know what Wtfisit is? Grows like Caladium or Dianthus, or plastic aquarium plants, but it’s not.

But look at the Centaurea!
Ooh! Ahh!

if my bff was a flower, i think she'd be this one

zomg, you’re soooo pretty!

Whatcha been piddlin with?
Are ya gonna piddle this weekend?

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Thunder!

I got The Encouraging Thunder award from both Vanessa of Petal & Mortar and Anxious Mom from Blogging for Therapy, so I’m super pleased to be considered by both of them!

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The Rules:

  • Post it on your blog.
  • Grant other bloggers the award.

What you cannot do:

  • Abuse or misuse the logo.
  • Claim that it is your own handmade logo.

What you should do after receiving the Encouraging Thunder Award:

  • Enjoy the award!
  • At least give thanks via comments, likes and/or mentioning the blog that you received the award from.
  • Mention your purpose in blogging.

Ah, my purpose in blogging is my own self-amusement. As we’ve all been told, bloggers are narcissists. Or was that Twitter users? Maybe it’s just people who take selfies….

First, this blog is like conservative employer repellent. Also, I get a public soapbox platform. It also acts as a sort of diary. Annnd, it’s no small thing that my own particular circle includes lotsa people like me, so it’s kinda like having an online support group. I do aim to illuminate that life with anxiety can improve with time and effort, and I know my frequent funny stories do just that for people who suffer similarly. I like to think I’m shaking labels and jump-starting brains, but that’s probably a delusion of grandeur.

In addition to several bloggers I’ve already mentioned this week, along with the two women who gave me this nomination, here are some other brave women bloggers that write about the human condition in terms of how to navigate through “But you don’t look sick,” finding focus, glory through gratitude, baring souls, and thinking out loud.

Deelicious Lady

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It Goes On

Momof3isnuts

Someone said that blog awards bring traffic, but this is not true for me at all. I’m on day five of blog awards and my traffic is in decline. Still, I loved accepting each and every award, and sharing some of my favorite blogs with y’all.

Next post though? No blog awards. Just some prattling. Or a rant. Maybe some garden photos. Maybe a funny meme. Maybe I’ll say fuck a lot. I dunno.

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Black Wolf

One of the blogs I follow, Our Rumbling Ocean, is that of an amazing photographer and his family. They refer to their blog as “Our Blog.” Perhaps it is the frequent sweetness and light that keeps me reading, but surely anyone would love their photos. The photos are often breathtaking, particularly for this under-traveled American, who oohs and ahhs over the flora and fauna on a faraway continent. It’s a nature geek fix. Did I mention their blog often features an adorable tiny person who toddles about smiling and making dimples? Really, it’s a charming blog.

I am flattered that they have awarded me The Black Wolf Blogger award. This award was maybe more exciting than others, since I’d not seen hide nor hair of it until it appeared there. (more oohing and ahhing)

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Rules for this Award: Thank the person who nominated you for the award. Add the logo to your post. Nominate ten (10) bloggers you admire and inform your nominees by commenting on their blogs.

I’m picking a rather eclectic set of blogs which are some of my favorites to read. Some are already wildly popular and some are seemingly under-read but I like them all.

Poui Season

Aussa Lorens, Hacker. Ninja. Hooker. Spy.

Cursitivity

Samara Speaks, A Buick in the Land of Lexus

Silver in the Barn

Behind the White Coat

Once Upon Your Prime

The Zombies Ate My Brains

Life in the Boomer Lane

Little Debbie

In the words of those who nominated me, and others before them — It is said the positive attributes of the wolf include sharp intelligence, deep connection with instincts, and an appetite for freedom. The wolf works hard, and usually works within a group, feeling connected to others. The wolf is also a social animal, and deeply connected to the earth. The black wolf in particular is also rare and beautiful.

Have a lovely Wednesday. I always spend my Wednesdays running around, pining for The Mister, wishing it was Thursday and time for Scandal and wine, but I always manage to pull through.

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Zilla Girl

Okay, now this is one is fantastic:

I am one of the premiere recipients of the First Annual Nagzilla’s Star of Excellence Awards.
What is that, you ask?

This.

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Just that.
I put the zilla on my page and go about my business.
It’s kinda like getting a gold star on your spelling test and a cyber hug all at once.

Thank you, Nagzilla, I love it so much!

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The Very Inspiring Blogger Award

Part of my April showers experience was being nominated for a pile of awards. Of course, April having been the A-Z Challenge, I’m only catching up now.

Mark Bialczak nominated me for The Very Inspiring Blogger Award, which is ironic, but we will get to that in a moment.

 

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Here are the rules for the Very Inspiring Bloggers Award:

State three things that have inspired you this week.
Nominate bloggers that inspire you.
Inform your nominees.
Three things that inspired me this week:

1) It seems Indianapolis businesses are unofficially sponsoring pansies, or pansies are trending, or on sale, or somethin, cause everywhere I look, I see patches and planters full of pansies. Not just one or two shades though, all of them, en masse: purple, orange, yellow, and white. Pansies are always a common choice, but so much so this year, I barely see any petunias, marigolds, or begonias. After maybe the twentieth booming pansy display, the peer pressure had gotten to me, and I conceded, “Alright, alright! Next year, when it’s time to add annuals, I’ll do pansies in all the colors!”

2) Someone wrote a poem about making love beneath an apple tree which inspired me to think about making love under our apple trees, and to only think about it briefly, because aggressive yellow jackets all day and nocturnally roaming half-naked neighbor all night, but I cannot deny the poem was inspirational, because the smell of the apple blossoms is nothing short of luscious, and the apple trees are throwing down a blanket of silky petals…

3) Someone said mowing the yard gave her a zen feeling, so I put down my 32oz Coca-Cola and frantically word-vomited, telling her maybe I should learn how to mow a yard, and I love zen, and good exercise, and the magic of Flonase. I blathered on about how big our yard is, and how seldom the weather matches The Mister’s schedule, and how hard could it be? The Mister said he will teach all of us. I may one day use a lawnmower, y’all! (It could be a chainsaw next!)

All of the blogs I read inspire me, in one way or another. I can tell I get inspired when I start typing a comment and it turns into an essay. When I get through all these awards, I’ll start writing the posts that other bloggers have inspired. If you are a blogger I read, and you want to accept this award nomination and run with it, please do. If I nominate you and you don’t accept, I totally don’t care and I completely understand.
Special thanks to the Very Inspiring Ramblings From Jewels, LindaGHill, No Facilities, My Friday Blog, and I told you, ironically, Mark Bialczak.

I’m off to work in the garden, planting some chives and sprouts, near the apple trees…

i'm sorry you can't smell our apple trees from there

i’m sorry you can’t smell our apple trees from there

What can I say? Spring fever is full on!

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Real Neat, That’s Me

Another nomination, The Real Neat Blog Award, was passed on to me from Wide-eyed at Finding my Opti in this mist. Thank you, Wide-eyed!

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The Rules:

1) Put the award logo on your blog.
2) Answer the questions asked by the person who nominated you.
3) Thank the people who nominated you, linking to their blogs.
4) Nominate any number of bloggers you like, linking to their blogs.
5) Let them know you nominated them (by commenting on their blog etc.)

The Questions:

  • If there was one moment you could get back—which would it be? Would you do it differently?
    I know I should say that I would do something differently. It’s not as though I don’t have so-called regrets, but honestly, I’m not sure I believe regrets are worth regret. You follow? It seems to me, in hindsight, the choices I made, although initially producing unpleasant results, were important things to do. Those are called consequences and they’re crucial to personal growth. In retrospect, maybe I should never have bit my tongue for two years, or built that house on undeveloped land, or trusted that old boyfriend. It took a long time to see the way it all worked out was actually perfect, and they weren’t actually mistakes. Lots of things happen because they’re (often) inevitable or (almost always) better in the long run.
  • What is the one thing about yourself you’ve always liked?
    I’ve always liked my moxie.
  • Advice to your future self
    Hmm. I have no idea. My advice to my tomorrow self is to work in the garden in the morning, before it gets hot. Feel free to pass that around, I think it’s solid advice.
  • What is one thing you’d like to change about the present?
    Oh! Well, I’m almost out of peanut butter, bananas, Coke, and shampoo. I would like all those things to appear as if from nowhere, so that I could avoid the store!
  • Favourite quote?
    No matter where you go, there you are.
  • Piece of advice for young girls everywhere?
    Only ONE? Use sunscreen.
  • If you could undo one of the most defining moments in human history, which would it be?
    No thank you. I would not like the power. Much like the first question, I think it all happens for a reason.

My Nominees:

Josh at My Friday Blog

Veronica at Owl Wonder

Judwina at Edwina’s Episodes

Sammy at bemuzin

Ritu at But I Smile Anyway

Hollie at My Blog is My Boyfriend

Per the usual, I am not invested in your acceptance of the award nomination, and am merely delighted to share your links (and my joy in reading them) with others.

Questions for any willing nominees:

1. What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received?

2. What motivates you to get out of bed in the morning?

3. What fictional character did you most identify with when you were a child?

Have a lovely…less than an hour left on Sunday…
Have a tolerable Monday. May it be kind to you.

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Infinity Dreams

This award nomination was passed on to me by the lovely Ritu at But I Smile Anyway…
Thank you, Ritu!

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The Rules:

Thank and follow the blog that nominated you.
Tell us 11 facts about yourself.
Answer the questions that were set for you to answer.
Nominate 11 bloggers and set questions for them.

11 Facts About Me:

1. I think of myself as a writer, but more than any other title, I think of myself as a teacher. Teaching is natural to me, and words are my medium.

2. I’m an extremely predictable person, and I find contradictions and inconsistencies in others completely fascinating.

3. I’m an impeccable judge of character. This is often accompanied by the banal feeling of watching a train wreck or a tornado approaching.

4. I value integrity, honesty, and kindness above all.

5. I say and write the things that other people don’t because they’re polite. No one has ever accused me of being polite.

6. I like to go for a ride in the car every bit as much as my dog. Even more if there’ll be some iced coffee.

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7. I always say I love you before I get off the phone. Not with customer service, but you know.

8. I’ve inherited a Not-Me ghost from my parents. The Not-Me ghost does strange things like haul my shovel to the patio, leave the 1/4 measuring cup in the cocoa powder, and steal all my pens.

9. I have a favorite child, and that favorite changes every day, moment to moment, on accounta which are acting as though they have some fucking sense in their heads.

10. I like those bright green flowers that look like dandelions or pompoms. The ones that often come in arrangements? Anyone know the name of those? They’re so cheerful!

ooh, last of my red tulips, barely hangin on

ooh, last of my red tulips, barely hangin on

11. I sit cross-legged, Indian-style, like a pretzel, however you put it, ALL THE TIME. Sitting normally feels unbearable to me. This is awkward when dining out, especially in a skirt.

Ritu’s Questions:

1. What is the one thing you’ve always wanted to learn? I’ve always wanted to take a pastry class.

2. Have you ever had a diary? Yes, most famously, Angry Journal, circa 2003.

3. Do you like horror or comedy movies? I don’t care for horror at all, I like some comedy, but I prefer dramas.

4. What is the last song you listened to? Sassy and I just sang our hearts out to “Talula” by Tori Amos. We are proudly weird.

and I never cared too much about the money but I know right now honey that it's in god's hands but I don't know who the father is

and I never cared too much about the
money but I know right now
honey that it’s in god’s hands
but I don’t know who the father is

5. Which is the one place you’d like to travel to? That question is too hard. Right now, here is very pretty, and I would not like to be anywhere else. After a few days in the 80’s, I might prefer Nova Scotia, Norway, Isle of Man, the arctic circle…

6. Why do you like to blog and what do you love the most to write about? I dunno. It serves me well. I gotta write. I like to write about whatever strikes my fancy. Maybe that’s the great thing about blogging, you can write about whatever, whenever.

7. Who is your inspiration? For what? For who I am? An imaginary woman who is the culmination of all the best of all the women I’ve ever valued?

8. If you had to choose between money or love, what would you? Love. Always love. I’ve chosen love over money a few times in my life. Money is always in flux. Love is constant.

9. What is the one thing you cannot live without? I always laugh at this question. Air? Water? My brain? Gah, I dunno. I really like beverages, the internet, lip gloss, Flonase, fruit…

10. What is the one thing you have to have in your purse? I have a key fob that stores all my identification and my money cards. It is my thing. It’s the perfect thing, unless you lose it, which I have not, because I am obsessive compulsive about it. *knocks wood* (and maybe superstitious)

11. What was the first thing that came up in your mind when you saw you were nominated here? Oh goody. I cannot wait for all the hyperlinks.

My Nominees:

But first, a short rant about award nominations. Accepting awards takes a really long time. Just getting the freakin links for eleven blogs takes a long time. Thinkin of things to tell about yourself takes a long time. Pinging everyone with your nomination takes a long time. Copy and Paste FOREVER, mk? Widgets, y’all.

Some people don’t accept awards. I follow 369 people, I can’t remember who doesn’t accept awards. If I’ve nominated you for an award and you don’t accept them, PARDON THE HELL OUT OF ME. Some people are too busy to accept. Some people think it’s cliquey. Some people act like you’ve sent them a chain letter, like their dog will die if they don’t nominate more people to accept an award. How dare you burden them with the task! But then, some of those same people wonder why they don’t have more readers, or why they don’t feel the sense of community…well, DUH.
I don’t give a damn if you accept the awards. You do not owe me an explanation. I will not notice if you don’t accept. I like your writing and I am happy to share your words with others.
I’m just glad someone thought of me.
That’s really nice, to be thought of.

Fellow bloggers thought of me six times during the month of April, and I appreciate all of them.

Lisa

IdiotWriter

Fondly Elizabeth

John

christinarose

Prajakta

Isabella

Nortina

Jewels

Mimi

Megan

My questions?

1. What’s your favorite ice cream?
2. What are you drinking?
3. Read any good books lately?
4. Seen any good films lately?
5. How’s your weather?
6. Had any interesting dreams here of late?
7. What’s ailin ya?
8. Do you know The Muffin Man, The Way to San Jose, or what I mean?
9. If you had to choose, would you rather be a cat or a dog?
10. What kind of fries do you like?
11. Do you think five questions would be more than enough?

I have things to do now. I’ll be pingin later. If you get to me first, thanks for saving me the trip. *winks*

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Finally Zipping Through Zee Zed

I do not say zed. To me, zed is a Scrabble word, or a word my English friend uses that makes me pause and realize, “Oh, he means Z.”

I do say zee a lot, especially when I’m Franglais-ing with my husband. We do have more than our fair share of fun around here.
The Mister took French with zee same demanding teacher I did, but he didn’t take nearly as much, and he kinda hated her. Unfortunately, she was such a good teacher that when he later took Spanish, he sucked at that, because he kept Frenching everything up. The Mister can’t understand Spanish, or speak Spanish for mierda, either, but that’s okay, because I didn’t fall in love with him for his words.
He thought taking French would be easier the second go ’round, especially with me in zee house. Sometimes I hear him, listening to his French lessons. Zee computer asks things like, “Bonjour, Pierre! Excusez-moi, mais ou sont les toilettes?” et quelque chose like that, which I guess zee computer really needs to know before she gets on zee train to Belgique departing in dix minutes.
So, I try to ask him simple questions, like, “Qu’est ce que tu fais?” (What are you doing?) or “Ou sont les filles?” (Where are the girls?) et he is such a smartass enorme, he raises his eyebrows and asks, “Que¿”
“Asshole. You know very fucking well que¿!”

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So no, I don’t think I’m particularly helpful for The Mister’s second round of French.

The other day, I informed him that True has been learning French from an app on her phone. I told him it’s working well for her, we had an entire conversation about fruit. He said, “I hate her.”

With any luck, he will complete zee language requirement for his degree next week, sans knowing pommes from oranges.

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Young Love — Y

My dog, Sadie, barks at all kindsa things.
She’s a sweetheart, she really is.

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But when she barks, she doesn’t sound like a sweetheart. No, she sounds like a vicious beast.
Visitors beware.

When I get to the door, I tell her to back up and sit and stay, so she does. I always tell the visitor she’s harmless, because once I let them in, she is harmless.
Sometimes people remain edgy, not convinced, and I have to crate her. Most of the time, people say something like, “I’ve got a dog like that, too. Good watchdog,” and they rub her head.

Sadie is a great watchdog.

Last summer, she barked at our open bedroom window in the middle of the night, so I got up to see what the fuss was about. There was our neighbor’s outdoor cat, right under the window. Sadie couldn’t see him, but she could smell him.
TomCat is a frequent cause for her barking. I’m sure she’s jealous that TomCat can go anywhere and he doesn’t even have a leash. She probably wonders why he’s always pouncing bugs in the grass instead of shaking squirrels to death. What a waste of freedom, huh?
We tell her, “That is not your kitty,” and she makes that precious sighing noise that dogs make when they’ve given up.

I’m amazed by what she can smell and hear. For instance, she knows The Mister and our girls are coming when I can’t even see them yet.

She hates the mail carrier, which I suppose is required of all dogs. It doesn’t help that our mail carriers are always on rotation. No matter how excited I am to see the mail carriers or how I tell Sadie we loooove mail, she hates them still.

You’d think the pizza man would be loved, because meat and cheese, but he’s not.

Sadie has certain people she adores. My FIL fersure.
Moo’s little friend Lily is always a hit.
My nephews, too. She’s pretty excited when Auntie Drew comes to the door, but when the boys are with her, the excitement is INSANE!
Whining and hopping at the door…
She redirects herself to her bone and then offers up her tummy.

If only I could teach her to stop licking MIL’s toes…Poor Mamaw.

She hates motorcycles. I suppose they’re like growling mystery machines to her. Probably not unlike the helicopters on post. She’d grab up her bones and run to the house in a frenzy, before those evil birds could get them. Same with the vacuum…

She’s come to know all the sights and sounds of neighbors, their kids and pets. Sometimes she gets riled up about a stray animal, but the one thing we cannot understand?

She hates young love.
I’m not sure if she finds the match unsuitable, or if one of them smells like the death of a thousand dogs, but she absolutely cannot tolerate the sight of teenagers strolling hand in hand.
Our reaction? “Oh yes, young love, how terrifying!”

Does your dog have quirky barking tendencies? Are you afraid of young love?

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