The Boys Are Gone

Our boy Flynn survived his delicate surgery. Besides being turned into a redheaded unich, (and i`m not even sure it`s spelled that way, who knew i`d ever need to use that word?) He also had his back dew claws removed. This really put him way down yesterday, he did`nt do anything but sleep.


The poor pooch, i think he thought he was going to a fancy spa the way he took off with the vet assistant, wagging his tail and dragging her down the hallway, eager to slip into an imaginary bubble bath i suppose. Dreams of a pedicure and massage dancing in his head.


What a shock it must have been when he woke up.


He is much perkier today, but, has an almost shocked look on his face everytime he checks himself, he looks at me as if waiting for me to tell him where they are? So, all i could do was promise not to take a picture and humiliate him further.


The Vet and his assistants enjoyed him during his short stay, they called him The Happy Boy, even when he woke up, he was happy. Of course, he had`nt realized parts were missing then. But, that`s flynn, deliriously happy, this won`t keep him down for long. And even though he is`nt the *man* he used to be, we still love him.

21,22,23,24,25

Pairs of slippers that is.


It truley has been a long long winter, but come on, I think i seriously need a life.



Anyone have an extra one laying around i could borrow?

Wee Morning Ramblings

What does one do at 3 am when one cannot sleep?



I have washed the kitchen and bathroom floors, straightened up the living room, am currently washing a load of clothes, woken up Flynn a bazillion times, fed and watered the cat, read some in my book, made half a pot of coffee, which i must say, is quite good this morning, what else to do?



Flynn refused to go to bed tonight with his master , so he has been waking up to see what i am doing, he is so nosey. With his humping obcession, i was a little uneasy when he`d come to check on me in the kitchen. I wash my floors on my hands and knees, get my drift? One eye on the floor, one on him, but, i am proud to say, he was a gentleman for a change. I suppose it is my reminding him that NEXT FRIDAY is the big day. He`s trying to be on his best behavior incase i change my mind, which of course, i won`t. This is set in stone.



Remember when i said i was going to get Flynn some toys? Well, i forgot but i did get something for him that he HATES. Some people are against these little miracle workers, and i am not thrilled with putting him through this, but, we live in town, and he needs to learn manners, which he has bucked us on every issue. So, we broke down and bought a shock collor. The dump guy puts on heavy gloves before he gives Flynn a treat, children shudder in fear of him jumping on them, visitors rarely leave without droplets of blood streaming down their hands from scratches, coats ripped when being jumped on, the cab of the truck torn apart when left alone , the neighbors suggesting a shock collor for his barking, i`m surprised they did`nt take up a neighborhood donation. The list is endless. So, all of that is changing, and it has changed in 3 short days. He has received about 3 shocks, but now all we have to do is give him a warning beep, and he settles right down. I imagine very soon, we won`t even have to give him the warning. It`s amazing. I`m thinking people may actually get to pet him without giving blood or almost knocked over. Flynn thinks everyone loves him as much as he loves them. NOT



That blueberry crisp is calling my name..........i`m trying to resist.



Well, it is 3:45, some people start their day this early so, i might as well too.


I think i`ll clean the fridge..........

The Clock is Ticking

I am very excited, Monday we are calling to make an appointment for this boy pooch Flynn to be De-masculated, Un-masculated, or just plain nuetered. He was born with a whole lotta testosterone if you know what i mean. But that is coming to an end.

He`s a humper. He humps my pillows, blankets, his dog bed (which we had to take away because of holes made during rough humping activity) once the cat, rugs, and last but not least, ME. So soon, the party is over soon big boy. It`s odd, his brother Rex, does`nt hump anything, i don`t know why it was all given to flynn, if it were`nt for his green eyes and red hair, i`d think he had alot of Italian in him.

I am stocking up on toys tomarrow, he`ll need something to entertain him with all that spare time he`ll have on his , ummmm paws. I suppose it will be like quitting smoking ......hard to give up, the urge will still be there at first but, but........it will wane......surely it will.

that`s my hope.

Enjoy them while you have them Flynn.................

BRRRRRRRRRRR

We are experiencing our coldest week this year, or last years for that matter, and all i can say is BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.



The water has been a challenge, a couple of nights ago, i caught it in mid freeze, i turned it on in the kitchen sink, which is where the problem has always been and it just trickeled for a few seconds, and just as i was uttering some very dangersous words. it began gushing, whew, close one.



Today i was not so lucky, both cold and hot froze, so skip had to do a little blow torching, after about 20 minutes, we had water, whew.



I am tired of winter, i want warm sun, green grass, and slipperless feet.



sighs