"Deep in my heart, I know there’s no promise I’ll be free from trouble in this life. In fact, I’m usually either getting out of trouble, currently in trouble, or about to meet trouble around the next corner."...... I hope you'll stick around for my "Lucille Ball/Gracie Allen" adventures. It promises to be a wild ride.
was washing the doggies’ day. The first of the month is also medicine day for Ryka
and Calypso. Just to insure the dosage was correct, we weighed Calypso about
two months ago. She was at 60 pounds of husky muscle. Ryka had also gained ten
pounds and currently weighs in at 70 pounds of pure royalty.
to check Calypso’s weight just to ensure that her dosage was still correct. Easy,
you say. Ha! I wish I had pictures of this episode. Hubby got on the scale
first (hummm, thought you said you lost weight.) Then, he got off and fussed,
and fussed because he was trying to wrap Calypso in a towel before picking her
up because she “stunk”. Remember – they live outside. They love to play in the rain (and the lightening, and the thunder.) They are NOT going to smell good! Dogs do NOT smell good when they are wet and
they do not smell any better when they dry!
We finally got
the towel around a confused Calypso and Hubby stepped on the scale. I am
desperately trying to read the number on the scale, while all the while Hubby is
fussing (he likes to fuss when it comes to “my” dogs) for me to read the numbers.
Now, what he DOESN’T understand is
the needle is vibrating back and forth as though it is registering an
earthquake on the Richter scale. Seriously!
How am I supposed to read a number when it won’t stay on one number!
time, Calypso has squirmed enough so the towel has fallen and she has gotten
heavy so he steps off (still fussing.) He rewraps her and steps back on the
scale. This time the scale was probably thinking, “Let me give them a reading
because this might go on forever!” Calypso
has gained another five pounds in the last two months (or was that Hubby) –
which is surprising because she is so active.
Ryka love medicine day! Hubby mixes the meds in potted meat and there is
nothing left on the plate when they get through.
was shampoo time. I put them (by this, I mean I literally shove their heavy
butts) on the picnic table out back next to the outside sink. There is hot and
cold running water and it makes bath time much more pleasant for them as well
as me. By the time I finish washing one dog, I’m soaking wet and it gets cold. Just
look at their pictures (aren’t they so pretty after their bath) and you can
only imagine bath time.
next to the table and they are face level with me. That means a lot of licking
and kissing during bath time. They lick and I rinse my face. They kiss and I rinse
my face. This goes on throughout the entire bath (and there are two of them.) Ryka
likes to put her soaking wet head on my shoulder and lick my neck while I wash
her. Calypso likes to tuck her soaking wet head under my arm and give me
hickies up and down my side.
I had Calypso
on the table and soaped up when the neighbor started his four-wheeler. That was
almost disastrous. I grabbed Calypso just as she was about to bound off the
table. Thank goodness, he was only moving it into the barn. After lots and lots
of shampoo and rinsing, Calypso and Ryka were both squeaky clean. Even after a
brisk toweling, with their coats so thick, they were still wet so I decided I was
going to blow-dry them. That turned out to be interesting.
first – always has to be first! She had to check out the dryer. She sniffed and
looked at it and then I turned it on. The noise made her even more curious
(this is a dog that the minute she sees me walk outside in my pink hat, runs
for the kennel and her house, because she knows I’m mowing grass and she HATES
the lawn mower.) I pointed the dryer at her coat so she could feel the air and
then I had to point it at her face so she could experience it. After that, she
decided the dryer was a “good thing” and stood quietly while I dried her fur. Ryka
liked the warm air and enjoyed being dried. I think I’ve spoiled my dogs even
more. But, at least they weren’t rolling around in the freshly cut yard, in the
grass, getting dirty while trying to dry themselves.
was worth it because they are so beautiful and snuggly soft now.