Showing posts with label Waldi. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Waldi. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

What We Do

for those we love.

Did I mention there are three dogs living with me?  Two visitors and Willie.  
Willie is having a grand time with his buddy Waldi.  


The third canine is a retired and rescued greyhound.... a retired, rescued, geriatric greyhound.   Raven is a sweet animal, who is just old, and demanding.  I've nicknamed her "The Diva".  Most of the time she just wants the two youngsters to leave her alone and allow her to spend her time stretched out on her blanket.


However, when mealtime comes around or she needs to go outside she can become quite vocal.  She and I have had words more then a few times over her demanding ways.  The two sparing divas.

I have pretty much turn over my sunroom to them, and all has gone pretty smoothly...
until....



Monday morning we woke up to find a layer of ice covering the ground.   The dogs went out early and all seemed okay.  It continued to sleet most of the morning and they were able to keep their feet underneath them.  Later in the day, with a little melt and a refreeze, both the back and the front yards became skating rinks.

At the appointed afternoon bathroom time the door was open and the three took off.  Waldi and Willie had no problem.  They slip and slid.  They survived and didn't seem to mind.  Sweet Raven ran out and pretty much did the splits.  I heard my daughter scream, and I ran out to help.  It took both of us to lift her and ease her back into the house.   Once inside she was okay and returned to her chosen spot.

As night approached we began discussing how we were going to handle Raven's bathroom needs.   We both agreed she couldn't stand up on the ice.   I sprinkled flour hoping we might could create some traction... my five pound bag wasn't going to offer up much of anything but a mess.  I tried to break the ice with a hoe and a shovel.... let's just say I now understand how people have heart attacks when shoveling snow.  I barely made scratches. 

We tried to take her out the garage with hopes she would go to the bathroom on the driveway where earlier a car had been parked leaving a dry spot.   Needing to help her over a small patch of ice I found an old rug and sheets to spread over the ice.   We led her carefully across the bridge to the patch of driveway free of ice, but you know the saying...."you can take a horse to water..."?  Well the same applies to here.  The Diva stood looking at us, shivering.  We brought her back in and brainstormed a while longer.

Heather thought taking her to the front would be easier and safer.  She thought if we could get her onto the grass there would be enough traction for her to keep her balance.  But, how to get her over the ice covered path to the grass?


Yes, I moved the rug, sheet and various other items to make a path over the ice to the grass.


Yep, we love our pets and will do just about anything to make them happy, 
and keep them safe.  The ice is melting and hopefully all will be back to normal this evening.

I'm keeping the rug and stack of random finds ready just incase. 

I hope you are staying safe and warm.

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Baby Needed His Sweater


Oh, I thought it would be a piece of cake.  Yes I would be knitting with yarn in both hands, but once I found  a rhythm it was smooth sailing.

Well....until I began the sleeves.   It was necessary at this point to write out my own pattern and to keep accurate account of exactly the stitch and row I had finished.  This is totally against my "fly by the seat of my pants" mentality.

As temperatures returned to the 70s in October and November I returned the sweater to the knitting basket and quickly forgot about it.  

When friends began telling me we were going to have six inches of snow on Christmas day, I knew even if it did snow the warm autumn temps would prevent it from sticking.  It would make for a pretty Christmas Day though.

Once again I was....WRONG....  little did I know the snow would be preceded by an inch of ice.


By midnight we had ten inches of snow, ice and no power.
It was beautiful, yes, but...


the jester needed his sweater.


Packing for Seaside I picked up the yarn and needles and tucked them in
with my stack of books.


After the ten hour ride home, baby has his sweater.
And,


isn't he a handsome boy?

Waldi is ready to cheer on his Ole' Miss team tonight!

Hotty Toddy!

Thursday, November 15, 2012

The Pleasure of a Short Story


This is the time of year when days vanish in a blink of the eye.  There are more things on the "to do" list than minutes in the day.  November through December finds everyone rushing around taking care of family, preparing for the holidays or just trying to finish up end of the year obligations.  

It is a time when I see more of folks going than coming.
We certainly know how to spin ourselves into a frenzy.


With all the comings and goings of the holiday season it is difficult to find the time
 to just sit and enjoy my favorite pastime, reading.   My solution is

the short story.


I have accumulated a decent collection.   I never tire of opening or reopening these books.  There is always a story I missed, or one I've long ago forgotten and rediscovered remembering it to be a favorite.  I can get my literature "fix" in just a few pages.   Two or three pieces while walking on the treadmill.  I can begin and finish another before turning out the light at night.

If I was to pull my complete collection I think I would find it somewhat eclectic, maybe slightly heavy on the southern side.  I admit I am a southern girl with a love for the richness of southern literature.

Last week needing to lift my spirits, after finishing possibly the most depressing
book I have ever opened and felt obligated to finish, I pulled
Queen of the Turtle Derby and Other Southern Phenonomena, Julia Reed,
off the shelf to reread a few of the essays.


Ms Reed, a contributing editor for Newsweek, describes our unique culture as only a
southerner can.   She explains and defends the holiest of what is southern...church, guns, pearls and tiaras, while adding a few "bless your hearts" in for good measure.  Once finished reading the last delicious essay you will never want to wear white before Easter or after Labor Day again.

I did put down my book just long enough to begin a sweater for our little
Waldi.  I was told he was getting a little cold when needing to
go out.


Oh I do think he is going to be quite handsome in houndstooth.
Don't you?
Bless him!