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Bested By The Dog… Again.

I have a dog for sale. She’s a lovely black Labrador Retriever. She has big brown eyes and a pretty, silky coat. Her ears perk up all cute when you grab a pack of crackers, she loves long walks, and she’s fully potty trained. We’ve had her seven years. And she’s mostly well-behaved. She can be a pain in the rear end though. But you’ll easily overlook that as long as you keep in mind her adorable little face and her overly-waggy tail. I’m sure you’re asking yourself, why in the world would someone part with such a great dog?

Oh, I’ll tell you why!

Little miss came and sat in front of me. Just sat and stared. This means, Hey, Mom! I have to potty. Take me outside please. Except for when it doesn’t because the little manipulator just wants to go outside.

I told her no. (Don’t get it twisted, she went out four hours ago. She was fine.) Anyway, she just kept staring. So naturally, I explained myself. I said, “No. It’s cold.” She stared some more. So I said, “No. It’s 27 degrees outside. I won’t do it.” Now see here, some of you are probably thinking, you think that’s cold? Whaaat?! Well, I live in South Georgia. It only dips into the twenties a handful of times a year. That’s cold for us! — Anyway, she’s covered in fur, so what does she care? (She doesn’t.) So she just stared some more. So I stared back. Intimidation tactic 101. (This did not work.) She scooted closer and stared some more. I continued telling her, “No. No way. Won’t do it.”

As you can probably guess, I did it. Just in case she actually had to go, I didn’t want to be mean and refuse to let her. But, alas, it turns out I knew her all too well.

So there I was, in a pair of fuzzy socks, pajama shorts, a long sleeve tee, and wrapped in a fleece blanket, standing on our little back patio in 27 degree weather. Where was the dog? Oh, she was standing in the middle of the yard, staring at me like, I know you didn’t put shoes on, so I know you can’t come out here and get me. *sniffs around* *Looks up and stares again* Isn’t it nice out? I’m going to sniff over there now… *Goes and sniffs somewhere else.* — All the while, I’m telling her to come on, get inside. And she just keeps looking at me like, Why would I do that? You’re the dummy that brought me out here. Sucker!

After about two minutes, I’d had enough. The dog did not have to pee, and she was not the least bit ashamed of her behavior. In fact, she went over and scooped up a stick, toting it around, prancing about the yard like I wasn’t standing there telling her to get her butt inside.

What y’all don’t know, is that she’s a big chicken. Big. Chicken. Chick-Chick-Chick-Chicken! Seriously, she’s a fraidy cat. So I said, alright, that’s it. I marched myself inside and shut the door and the curtain. You know what she doesn’t like… thinking she’s stuck outside in the dark by herself and can’t get inside. The closing of the curtain was the real kicker. That was when she was like, Uh-oh! Mama can’t see me on the other side of the door anymore. This is bad. — Because like most dogs, she comes to the backdoor when she’s ready to come in. But we don’t close the curtain. Not when she’s outside. So little miss thought she was locked out. (I was peeking through the curtain.) Which is how I saw her race up and stare at the door like, let me in! And because it was after midnight and I didn’t want her to disturb the neighbors by barking, I only made her stand there a minute before I let her in.

And do you know what she did? Danced over to the laundry room where we keep the treats like she was about to get one. No siree! Not on my watch. (Seriously, she didn’t get one. We do not reward blatant disobedience in this house.) (Well, most of time. She slides by on occasion. What can I say, we’re only human!)

Obviously I’m not really selling the dog. She would be, and this is no understatement, completely devastated. Absolutely heartbroken and incredibly depressed. Seven years is a long time. And I joke, but we, my husband and I, would be just as devastated. Again, seven years is a long time. We’re all attached to each other, and it’s til death do us part. (Even if she drives us crazy along the way. — Which she is good at!)

Vacation… Writing… Day 17…

I actually got some writing done today. We’ve been on vacation, so I feel like that’s a good excuse for not getting much done the last few days. As far as work goes, that is. I did plenty of other things. πŸ˜‚

I did keep up with blogging though. A post a day, just like I said I’d do. Day 17! πŸ‘

Next week will return to normal, so it’ll be the same grind. Work, work, work…. more work. But until then, I’mma enjoy it.

I told y’all in yesterday’s post that my big ol’ dog whipped her head back and caught me in the chin. I told y’all it hurt, too. Just so you know… still hurts. πŸ˜‚. I have a small bruise and my jaws are sore, all the way up into my ears. Lol. I told my husband, I was like, she basically assaulted me! πŸ˜‚ — (She better be glad she’s cute and doesn’t know the first thing about malicious intent… Otherwise, well… Oh, nevermind. We all know my threats are empty when it comes to the dog. πŸ˜‚)

Anyway, I think I’m going to call it a day now. Maybe climb in bed and watch the history channel. See you all tomorrow!

Heather. ❀️

Absolutely Nothin’….

I have nothin’ to say.

I’m tired. My 85lb dog just whipped her head back and caught me under the chin… I don’t know if y’all know this… but that crap hurts. So now I’m sore and I have nothing to blog about.

I may try to get a little work done later tonight, or I may not. I don’t know yet. I may just sit around and pout because I hurt now. πŸ˜‚

I think my husband is going to build us a little campfire, so that’s nice. πŸ”₯

Other than that, I’ve got nothin’. See ya tomorrow!

Here’s a little picture I took today! ❀️

Heather! ❀️

Blueberry Muffins, Squirrels, & Stubborn Puppies…

I have a million things to do tonight and only a handful of hours to do them in, but I figured I’d pop on and chit chat for a few.

Random things from my day….

I ate a blueberry muffin! It was delish! Funny thing. I like blueberries. They smell good, they taste good, they’re blue… I like the color blue, but! I hate the texture of blueberries. I never eat them, okay… almost never. But I decided to try a blueberry muffin today, and it was good. The texture wasn’t quite as bad as when they’re fresh or in some desserts. So that was nice. 😊

I went to the grocery store. Publix, to be specific. Some of y’all know I could live in there. Seriously. I could. I spend hours of time strolling up and down isles while the guy in the meat department is looking at me like, this girl has walked by twenty times already, she crazy. πŸ˜‚

Here is a picture of my dog as I’m typing this post…. Refusing to look at me because she doesn’t want her picture taken. Seriously. She was looking at me until I tried to take a picture…. Then this is what I get. Manners, she has none. πŸ˜‚ — She cute, tho! 😘

I did some editing today. For about an hour or two. Nothing crazy. I’ll get plenty of writing time tomorrow though, so it’s all good. πŸ‘

I raked some leaves. That was spur of the moment. Out the kitchen window I saw a squirrel that wanted water, but the bird bath was empty, so I went out to fill it because I felt bad for the local wildlife, and somehow found myself raking up leaves around the shrubs in the backyard. 🀷

Oh yeah, I also did a load of laundry. Took it out of the dryer and folded it and everything. Go me!

So there’s a little peek into my day. You probably don’t care, but on the off chance you do, then this post was just for you! 😘

Heather! ❀️

Fall, Noodles, & Free Entertainment…

I’m about to turn on a lamp, dive under my covers, and open up a book.

But before I do, I thought I’d pop in and say hi, so hi! πŸ˜€

I didn’t know what I’d say when I got here, just thought a blog post was long overdue. So here’s to making it up as I go…..

  1. My dog is absolutely adorable. I mean, she surpasses adorable, and is downright the cutest, cuddliest, fur buddy ever. She’s also snuggled up nearby, and I’d like to reiterate… cutest ever! (I’m biased, I know. Sue me! — Please don’t. No one wants to be sued. πŸ˜€ )
  2. I want a donut… but I ate them all.
  3. My neighbors were jamming out to some Latin music earlier & I feel compelled to tell you that I was in my backyard dancing like there was no tomorrow. As was my husband. — Free entertainment you guys, free entertainment!
  4. I have a pile of laundry I need to do. ——— Said laundry currently resides in a basket… where it will stay for the night. & quite possibly the next night. & the night after that…. Maybe even the night after that… *shrugs* (I can never be too sure about these things.)
  5. My husband is on xbox live & just caught my attention to tell me that someone’s username/gamer name/I don’t know what the names are called, is “Did you poop today?” —- First, why is this their name? Second, why interrupt me for that? — Husbands.
  6. It’s almost fall, y’all! I can’t wait for the first legit cold front to move through, cause y’all know South GA takes forever to cool off… and grab a hoodie, hop in the truck, roll the windows down, and hit the back roads! It’s my favorite!
  7. I just sloshed water out of my glass & onto myself AND a blanket. — Oops.
  8. In an effort to be transparent, I’d also like to tell you that I’ve run out of random things to say, and I’m now racking my brain. For something. Anything.
  9. I thought I had lazagna noodles in my pantry today, but turned out I only had spaghetti noodles. (Yes, this is the grand idea I thought of to share with you. So sorry.)
  10. & last, but not least, I’m about to re-read Cold-Hearted Rake, by Lisa Kleypas.

There’s 10 random tidbits for your entertainment! Surely not as interesting as my dancing earlier, but it’s something. πŸ˜‰

Love to all!
Heather. πŸ˜€

A Success & A Mess…

I’ve been writing for the last six hours. I finally finished the flash back scenes I’d been working on this week. Wrote the last two today. — Yay!

This just means tomorrow, or maybe later tonight, I will start going back through my novel from beginning to end to clean it up and make it better. Then I’ll print it off and do it again. — Then I’ll get it into the hands of some readers for feedback. No one has read it but me. Some have read scenes, and snippets here and there, but not in its entirety.

So that’s scary. They may tear me to shreds. Hopefully not. I like to think I have some raw talent in me where writing is concerned. Let’s hope others do too!

In other news. Went up town to get some take out earlier, and while we were gone my 85lb dog attempted to climb up on the trash can, so she could get to something that was on the counter.

This plan backfired on her. As the flimsy plastic trash can could not support her weight and so we have surmised she toppled off of it. Taking the trash can down with her. Lid came off, and when we returned, she spotted us and ran away like a dog that knew she was in trouble.

Why you ask? Well, remember the lid came off… and when presented with her two options, rather than walk away like any good obedient dog should… she did no such thing. Clearly, she’s no good obedient dog. She drug everything out of it and scattered it all over the kitchen floor. — Banana peels. Egg shells. Lemons. Strawberries. And so many other such things were scattered all over the place.

So, having said that. Anybody want a dog? She’s cute, really. Her behavior… well, that’s questionable. I’ll even offer a discount if you’ll overlook that last bit about her behavior. Then she’s just cute. And who doesn’t want a cute dog?

Eh, guess we’ll keep her. Love & forgiveness & all that. πŸ˜‰

Anyhow. This is the fifth consecutive day of blogging for me since saying five days ago that I’d blog daily. WordPress is going to tell me I have a five-day streak going on and I’m going to grin like an idiot and pat myself on the back for a job well done. — It’s the little things in life guys. πŸ˜€

Heather! πŸ™‚

From Laundry To Walker Texas Ranger…

Aye Y’all.

I don’t really have anything to say. I thought I’d pop in because it’s been a minute… Like a week or so… & I wanted to say Hey.

MyΒ  husband & I went camping for a few days earlier this week & although I took my laptop.. I never even opened it. But alas, I’m opening now!

SoΒ I’mma tell y’all some random nonsense from my day. — You’re welcome. πŸ˜€

I couldn’t find my pencil bag earlier. Y’all know the ones you used to get in school to hold all your pens, pencils, markers & such? They have the holes and you can snap it into a binder and you’re all good? — I have one of those. I keep my pens, sticky note pads, small notebooks, and things like that in there. I also keep my little thumb drive in it. So it’s vital to my success. — Anyhow, I found it……. under a pile of clean laundry I dumped into the recliner earlier. Yes, I took it out of the dryer & dropped it into the chair like a good little procrastinater. & we’re not going to talk about that other load of laundry that’s still hanging out in the dryer either. Nope… it is of no importance. Y’all go on ahead and put it out of your mind… I already have. — Laundry? What Laundry? πŸ˜€

I watched an episode of Bonanza tonight at Mombie & Papa’s. Then an episode of Walker Texas Ranger immediately following that. It made me smile. I remember watching those shows as a kid because my mom watched them. & not as a kid because I was a kid when they came out… I’m one of those dreadful millennials the world warns you all of…. No, they were definitely re-runs from when I was either not born yet or… aged 2 til 10. (Yes, I just googled Walker Texas Ranger’s run time. Don’t judge me. πŸ˜€ ) — Anyhow… it was nostalgic & makes me wanna binge some Walker. — The heart wants what the heart wants…. & it wants the eyes of a ranger upon me. — Except not in a creepy way…. that definitely sounds sorta creepy and stalker-like. — No, I mean in a walker texas ranger way. He’s no creepy stalker. He’s the one that will take out your creepy stalkers. — Ya know what? I’m just gonna stop now. This is getting away from me. I have no idea what I’m saying right now.

Also, I cleaned my shower today. Tho I’m sure none of you care… I did indeed do so. — Does that now give me a free pass for failing to fold and put away laundry? I feel like it does. I’m going with yes.

Anyhow. I’m gonna skip out of here & do a little writing. (Not this writing, work writing.) & then go climb in bed & crash with my favorite husband & my favorite pup. I only have one of each of those, just to clarify. In case any of you thought I was collecting husbands and puppies. Tho collecting puppies does have its merits. πŸ˜€

See y’all soon!

 

With Love,
Heather!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When The Food Goes Missing…

I don’t have the first interesting thing to write about. But I am attempting to make an effort to write every day & toss out at least one blog post a day. — So I am just going to tell you whatever comes to mind. — πŸ™‚

Okay.. so, something super random… Β  — My sweet, adorable, furry, cute-as-pie, black labrador… likes to snitch things off of plates & counter tops when one’s back is turned. — You’d think… with that cute-as-pie & as innocent as they come little face that she has…. she’d never do such a thing. — Well.. my friends, that is not the case. She is indeed a furry little food thief! πŸ˜€ — French fries, sandwiches, burgers…. & my husband’s little sausage biscuits he likes to have for breakfast… haha.. okay, that one is actually pretty funny. Looking like a little chipmunk with her cheeks all puffed out full of biscuit…. lol… if that doesn’t brighten one’s day I don’t know what could.. πŸ˜‰ Β — Anyhow… she’s adorable… but… this life of crime she’s living… shame, shame on her I say. πŸ˜€ — Seriously tho.. how are there people who don’t like dogs? — All that adorableness sure is hard to resist if you ask me. πŸ˜‰

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Love!

Oh, how love knows no bounds. πŸ™‚

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In the last 2 years, since we brought home our sweet Pepper (pictured adorably above πŸ™‚ ) I have done things I never would have thought I’d do in a million years.

After she ate a giant rag when she was about 5 months old, she got sick, threw it up …. & I did something that day that I never thought possible. — As any good dog would, she had decided that she would eat it again. So, without even thinking, I raced over, grabbed it, & proceeded to play tug-o-war (this really wasn’t meant to be a game, I was attempting to save her life, because of course, as any new doggy mommy would know, I just knew if she ate that thing up again she’d die for sure.. Lol) Β Anyhow, I wrestled the disgusting rag away from her & felt rather victorious in doing so….. right up until it dawned on me that she had just thrown it up. — Eww. — I loved her so much I never even considered the Eww factor until I was well passed the point of no return. — & when she looked up at me with her tiny little face, all happy & content, I didn’t even care how disgusting it was. — Love. It’s a funny thing.

Once, while on a walk, I realized we stumbled upon a wasp nest in a field. As they swarmed all around her, I thought, Oh my! I have to get her out of here. She, of course, was oblivious to them & I, of course, was about to panic. — When it was all said & done, & we were clear of them…. it was I, not her, that ended up with an ice pack & the Benadryl. Lol, that’s right…. I got stung & she walked away without a care in the world. — But I was okay with that. — I despise insects that sting. I’m an adult & I still run away from them, even in public, Lol I’m not making that up. — But not that day. For her, I lingered around with a bunch of sadistic little stingers long enough to get us both away. — Love, It’s a funny thing.

I have countless stories that I could share. So many things like the ones I just talked about. Moments where I did things for her or made decisions because of her that I never thought I would. All because I love her.

She is part of our lives, our family, and I can tell you that when the day comes that she is no longer with us… I will be incredibly heartbroken.

There really is something special about dogs! πŸ™‚
How could one not love them?

-Heather!

Dog Adventures

I almost lost an arm today. Sort of.. at least it felt like that’s what was about to happen.

I took my lovely 90lb Labrador Retriever, Pepper, for a walk & she nearly ripped my arm off in pursuit of playtime with a neighbor’s very tiny dog. (Playtime with this particular doggy friend means playing “tag, you’re it!” They chase each other around, try to catch each other, run away, and then do it all over again. (Which is actually quite entertaining sometimes considering one is a giant & the other is barely the size of a rabbit.) — Only it’s not so much fun when the giant is blatantly ignoring you & dragging you around with her, lol.

I love my dog. She’s the closest thing we have to children at this point in our lives. She drives me absolutely crazy sometimes… but she’s such a little darling. (Okay, so I may be a wee bit in denial… she’s spoiled rotten & she knows it. Lol… but she’s still our little sweetheart. — If you don’t have a dog… you should consider it. — They’re amazing! πŸ™‚ –(Lol, Please disregard my first sentence if you feel it conflicts with my last statement, Haha! πŸ™‚

Oh, the adventures of a dog owner! πŸ™‚

Heather!