The Day I Put Away the Blue Puppy Bowls

The first set of puppy bowls I've ever purchased in my whole life.

I had them ready for Jon Farleigh the day he came to stay forever. 

And put one of them away for Dewi (who would be joining Jon Farleigh two months later).

With the exception of the three nights they once spent at doggie vacation camp,
they've eaten every single meal from these blue bowls.

I never intended to use them more than a few weeks.

Eventually, I had to put away their outgrown puppy collars and harnesses.

They stopped needing puppy food.

I bought bigger crates.

The last puppy toy was finally shredded beyond repair. 

Then one day they stopped chewing up the rugs and the furniture and slippers and kids' toys and toilet paper.

And they turned two years old.

But up until last night - when I replaced them with two new, not-plastic ones - they were still eating every meal from their blue puppy bowls.

So tell me, what kind of boob gets all worked up over replacing her grown dogs' food bowls?

Me, that's who.

I'm a boob. 

Who's never typed the word "boob" before.

Thanks for reading.

I think I'll be okay now. :)

P.S. I'll see you all back here on Thursday; taking a day off tomorrow!

Brown Eyed Merle (the song)

Just a little something I wrote today. You probably know the tune...

Brown Eyed Merle*

Hey, where did you go

Day when the rain came?

Down in the hollow

Playing the chase game.

Smiling and a running, hey, hey

Frapping and a jumping

In the misty morning fog with

My heart a pumpin', and you

My brown eyed merle

You, my brown eyed merle.

Whatever happened

to recall and go slow

Walking on a loose lead

Across the patio.

Standing in the sunlight panting

Hiding behind a fake stone wall

Slipping and a sliding

Into the ditch I fall, with you

My brown eyed merle

You, my brown eyed merle.

Do you remember when I used to sing

Sha la la la la la la la la Dewi uh uh!

Sha la la la la la la la la Dewi uh uh!

Dewi, uh uh!

So hard for you to stay

Your mind is all your own.

We were outside just the other day

The lawn was freshly mown.

Cast my memory back there, boy

Sometimes I'm overcome thinking 'bout

Picking poop off the green grass

Behind the chrysanthemum with you

My brown eyed merle

You, my brown eyed merle.

Do you remember when I used to sing

Sha la la la la la la la la Dewi uh uh!

Sha la la la la la la la la Dewi uh uh!

Dewi, uh uh!

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*with apologies to Van Morrison

See you all tomorrow!

;-)

Dewi Is a Kitten Kisser (but he's not gonna be kissing me)

Okay, I alluded - in yesterday's post about Jon Farleigh's shower ordeal - that Dewi might be smitten with our foster kittens. Well, now I'm just flat out saying it: 

Dewi is smitten with our foster kittens. 

He had a completely different reaction to their curiosity than Jon Farleigh. I think it might have been their kitten breath.

Mmmm, smells like a snack in there.

Or not.

Mmmm, smells like a snack in there.

Whatever it is, he kisses it every chance he gets. ;-)

And that is why he will not be kissing me for another 2-3 weeks.

Now, aren't you glad I shared that with you???

Seriously, though, (aside from putting his wet nose all over their orifices) Dewi is being really gentle and patient with the kitties. (Now, if he could just take Jon Farleigh aside and get him with the program. ;) And I'm thrilled that I'll be able to return the kittens having been socialized with dogs!

Speaking of kittens, I need to go tend to them. :) Look for more about our first week together next week!

Happy weekend! Kiss your pet for me!