I have to say these two pupsters are the oddest dogs I’ve ever had. They have odd quirks and develop new habits that baffle me.
Abi, just this summer, has decided she is going to do her business in my flower pots. She jumps with precision. She is knocking my plants over a bit. But really not as much damage as you’d think from a ten pound dog.
Still, I don’t WANT her doing her business in my flower pots.
So yesterday I spent rearranging the patio, trying to find a scenario that would give her more pleasing options.
I didn’t want to show you Abi’s backside right away, first off, so you got a yellow African daisy instead. Now for Abi’s new habit…
I figure she’s closing her eyes because the ornamental grass is in her face.
My fear is that she will knock my fairy garden creatures out of the pot and break them.
The thing is, she is very choosy about which pot she uses. So she jumps around from 4-5 different ones until she finds one that pleases her.
She is an odd duck. I wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t start quacking.
Speaking of which, last night I heard the ducks I’ve heard so much about around here. They must have been in the alley behind my bedroom. I could hear the little group quacking away.
The story is, when the pool is open, a family of ducks come to stay for the summer. Someone apparently had them for pets, and they come back seasonally when the pool is open. This does not sit well with Volare, since the pool is his job.
I looked over at the dogs to see what havoc this would cause. But they didn’t seem all that interested after a long day of running from insects.
Probably no one has cleaned up and used this patio for years. People around here tend to stay inside if they’re not outside barbecuing.
I moved the pots away from what little dirt I have. And cleaned the roots and weeds out of the way. No small chore.
Over where the sun hangs, there is another strip of dirt. I cleaned that one up as well. And planted some plants in both areas, hoping to lead her there by the scent instead of to my flower pots.
And in other news, once I was finished with moving pots around and cleaning up, a loud buzzing fly managed to get in.
I haven’t seen a gnat in a few days, but with the standing water outside, I’ve no doubt the mosquitoes will follow.
Which somehow led to this…
Two of my four pretty Anthropologie bowls I got on clearance around Christmas time. Broken.
Charlie came careening around the corner of the kitchen running from the fly, knocked into the kitchen island, and sent them flying. So the other two have been put away for safekeeping.
The shattering of bowls frightened him so bad I found him here…
Dog whisperer, where art thou? I need some help here. Charlie is a nervous wreck. Abi heard the fly and promptly threw up. Let’s just say it was a busy day.
I finally got the fly in the bedroom, closed the door, and went chasing after it with my tennis-racket-shaped bug zapper. Hoping I would not trip in my quest to keep my eye on it as I zoomed around the room after it.
Meanwhile Charlie was in one of the bedroom closets digging, perhaps, to China. Scratching the floor as fast as his little legs would allow him. This is what they both do when overwhelmed.
I wonder if there is irreparable damage to their psyches?
So no, I didn’t have time to do Six On Saturday. I was far too busy trying to keep my dogs from having psychotic breaks from the reality of the insect buzzing world they live in.
When I have time, I will, however, go out and try to find fly tape or whatever you all called it.
Last night Abi preferred to sit in one of the chairs on the patio instead of being inside where the fly was. It was storming, thundering, lightning and raining. Naturally they’d both just had a bath.
I urged her to come in with a new bone. I tried my various tricks to lure her out of the rain. She wouldn’t budge.
I finally went out in the rain and brought her in.
At least I did not find Abi cowering in the bath tub. I figure maybe that’s progress.