For most of March this moose has been hanging around in the bush to the west of the house. Like, right there! This has Chewie barking at all hours of the night and day. Mostly we keep the bedroom door shut at night so she doesn't go out and bark some more. Dog doors have advantages, yes, but not in this case!
And barking at said moose does not get said moose to go anywhere it does not have the inclination to do so. Thus our new favourite saying when things aren't going according to plan, "You can't herd moose!"
At least that is what the dachshunds thought, as they thundered up the stairs... barking, of course. INTRUDER ALERT!!! What did they see? More than a painted canvas, obviously. INTRUDER ALERT!!! I must admit it looks pretty good for a paint-by-number at the far end of a tunnel. But I never imagined the dogs would need to be held up and allowed to sniff a painting; it's just a paint-by-number, guys! We go back down the stairs... INTRUDER ALERT!!!
You know it has been cold when: -20C feels balmy. It is a relief to open the door and be able to breathe the frigid air rushing past you. Make it a double dose of relief when the dogs are actually willing to go outside after requesting door service.
Reve of ReveDreams.com caught my attention with her new challenge. "Finish Yer Dang Projects". She made a list of items to finish off and has invited all to play along with her. Since I am a past master of unfinished projects, I thought it would be interesting to join. The thought of getting unfinished projects out of my prime creating spaces sent me into my boxes and piles to pick my first project... Big mistake! I couldn't begin to select any one thing to begin FYD Projects and the thought of listing everything sent me reeling to the couch for some canine cuddle therapy...
❝ How full of the creative genius is the air in which these are generated! I should hardly admire more if real stars fell and lodged on my coat. Nature is full of genius, full of divinity, so that not a snowflake escapes it's fashioning hand.❞
:: Thoreau
Out side snow is falling. The big, white, fluffy flakes: the perfect crystal formations elude my efforts to photograph. In a google search you will find incredible examples of snowflakes. SnowCrystals has been my favourite site to visit for a number of years now.
It's a big day in the household. Time to drain the pond and bring the koi and goldfish indoors to their winter quarters. We are really doing this for the fish, but Libby is all a twitter. She is just vibrating with excitement. When vibrating with excitement involves Liberty Bella Gonloco it means the bark, the Bark, The BARK or "and I have hearing aides for this!?!" I'm not sure how the, "Gone to Ground" bark relates to fish, but in this little girl's brain it surely does.
:: no Fish Were Harmed in the Making of This Video
Libby loves visiting Kneesaa and Logray. She can't wait to see her two puppies... toys. She can't wait to dig in the bonsai. She can't wait to steal, yell, dig, eat and generally be the hyper kid... er, dog, you wish (pray) your parents will leave at home. Everything, and I mean everything Kneesaa and Logray know better to do, Libby had a blast with. All this buzzing motion accompanied by her staccato, metronome worthy, ear piercing bark. Ah, Libby Lu.
In the midst of this Dachshund heaven, Brandy started showing Libby the aquariums. Ohhh, fish! and holding Libby becomes problematic. No matter the distance to the aquarium, "Let me at-em!" From that point on she was intense and focused, attempting to: clamber up the fireplace to the aquarium there; psyching her self to leap from the back of the sofa to the aquarium on the room divider. Then she discovered the 90 gallon tank housing an oscar.
Starting a new project is always exciting. You pet the yarn, admire the tiny skeins of yarn. You print out the pattern and select the appropriate hook. You lay everything out for a beauty shot, lift the camera to the eye... and in that instance one tiny, exquisitely perfect skein disappears!
Cast of characters: the Princes of Theives--Missy Libby Lu, Paploo and Chirpa the iking barking pups, Zahn the Rottweiler passing through and a horrified Little Bit at the end.
Ever since our last trip Down Below I have been finding ...ThINgs... on the floor: dark little things, twisty long and skinny things, dark and round brownish things... The sort of thing you see as you are striding across a dark floor ( light from the far side of the house weakly illuminating your path )... You know, the sort of thing you will contort your body into painful movement to avoid stepping on with your bare feet? Arrgghhh!!!
"Also, I can kill you with my brain." River Tam (1)
Libby Lu has a trademarked look. THE LOOK that lets you know you have erred. THE LOOK that lets you know immediately her estimation of your feeble intelligence. THE LOOK all miniature dachshunds master under the ear pulling, not so gentle tuition of their loving moms. After all, they could end up in the snowbound nether regions of the continent. No, wait that was Libby instructing her pups!
This morning I was propelled out of bed much earlier than this night-owl's accepted point of rising. My leg was wet; the bed was wet; the feather duvet was soaked! "EEEPPEEEE!" !!The Princess and the Pee!! has struck the Master Bedroom! No, wait, just a snowballed, heat seeking wiener taking refuge. Pheww. But label me so wide awake further sleep is the last thing I am capable of.
I'm too scared click on the link to Environment Canada❄, too scared to look at the thermometer, the skies, anywhere, but my mug of café mocha. I will give you a hint though - heavy snowfall warning... and it's the 13th of April!
❝ My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was sixty. She's ninety-seven now, and we don't know where the heck she is.❞
~ Ellen DeGeneres
