Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Lulu meets the Chickens
Well, it had to happen sometime. Since the front of the house is heavily occupied by a construction force at the moment, Lu and I went out the back door instead. This was a calculated decision on my part, but I am coming to recognize that many of my calculated decisions are bad. Halfway down the back steps I realized things were not going to go well. Lu was pretty well under control, but the chickens began getting noisy, and as we got closer to them they worked themselves up into a flying feathery frenzy. Insanity. Screaming chickens, flapping wings, slamming themselves into the roof of their run, rebounding off and hitting the side with equal intensity, feathers flying all over the place. This worked Lulu up into her own frenzy, surprise surprise, and of course, the gate latch was stuck preventing us from making a quick escape. After we finally got out, we went around the block and could hear the chickens squawking from way up the street. Not such secret chickens anymore. So, take-home lesson here: only take Lulu out the front door.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Sometimes progess just comes to you
New sidewalks! Even better, several of our neighbors have chosen to leave some space in front of their houses open for grass, flower beds, and trees.
Not sure there are many "before" pics floating around, but here's a "during" to tide you over until the "after" shots are available (or I finally get around to uploading them four weeks from now).
(And maybe a lulu photo too, just for fun.)
Not sure there are many "before" pics floating around, but here's a "during" to tide you over until the "after" shots are available (or I finally get around to uploading them four weeks from now).
(And maybe a lulu photo too, just for fun.)
Monday, July 19, 2010
Adios Purryface - an additional thought
If you ever need to bury an animal, get yourself a tractor. Animals past (and passed, heh) have required entire afternoons to dig a large enough hole. Thanks to Paw, the hole was complete in about 5 minutes, and filled even faster. Feels a little bit like cheating, but hey, it was almost 100F yesterday. PF would not have wanted us to suffer (if she were not causing the suffering, that is). Thanks again, Paw! Thanks also to E for assisting with the digging/filling in, and also for handling the dirty work.
Adios Purryface
A eulogy or two:
Mine: You were a cat.
E (If I remember correctly): You were a good cat.
Lex (stolen from Facebook): Rest/decompose in peace little Purryface (Maggie May McClanahan). Now that you're gone, we will miss your drool and super pointy feet.
I'm not so sure we will - the drool had a way of landing in the crease in your neck, and the pointy feet were often stompy and agonizing - but in that spirit, here are a few PF photos.
Make that pretty Abelia grow well with all your bountiful nutrients, PF!
Mine: You were a cat.
E (If I remember correctly): You were a good cat.
Lex (stolen from Facebook): Rest/decompose in peace little Purryface (Maggie May McClanahan). Now that you're gone, we will miss your drool and super pointy feet.
I'm not so sure we will - the drool had a way of landing in the crease in your neck, and the pointy feet were often stompy and agonizing - but in that spirit, here are a few PF photos.
Make that pretty Abelia grow well with all your bountiful nutrients, PF!
Thursday, July 15, 2010
A sneaking food-stealing mole rat of a dog
Oh Lulu. She has lost her mind. I've heard it takes about 8 weeks for a new dog to settle in and start showing their true colors. And, indeed, that seems to be the case. Fun times ahead.
Example 1:
Yes, that would be a sweet potato. Why she feels the need to chew on a sweet potato, I don't know. If I am correct, that was plucked from a paper bag in the depths of the pantry. Other more enticing delicacies went unnoticed, but the sweet potato somehow just called to her.
Example 2:
And that, that would be an apple. That would be my apple. I left it on the counter to pack for lunch, went upstairs for a minute, and coming back down to the living room found Ms. Lulu happily chomping away. She was most unhappy when I took it away from her.
I should point out, in my defense, that this is not exactly new behavior beginning after E left to work out of town (only 4 days ago). I do believe, in fact, that a week or two ago Lulu tried to burn the house down while investigating food on the stove. Luckily E has a good sense of smell and a willingness to investigate smells out of the ordinary.
Example 3:
Ah, and here we see the elusive mole rat dog in its native habitat. After a long and arduous migration from under the coffee table, the mole rat dog burrows between the sofa cushions for a lengthy rest. Only peripherally aware of her surroundings, the mole rat dog will remain hidden in the depths of the couch until lured out by a late-evening repast or until sat upon by a heavy squawking beast defending her right to the much-coveted couch.
Example 1:
Yes, that would be a sweet potato. Why she feels the need to chew on a sweet potato, I don't know. If I am correct, that was plucked from a paper bag in the depths of the pantry. Other more enticing delicacies went unnoticed, but the sweet potato somehow just called to her. Example 2:
And that, that would be an apple. That would be my apple. I left it on the counter to pack for lunch, went upstairs for a minute, and coming back down to the living room found Ms. Lulu happily chomping away. She was most unhappy when I took it away from her.I should point out, in my defense, that this is not exactly new behavior beginning after E left to work out of town (only 4 days ago). I do believe, in fact, that a week or two ago Lulu tried to burn the house down while investigating food on the stove. Luckily E has a good sense of smell and a willingness to investigate smells out of the ordinary.
Example 3:
Ah, and here we see the elusive mole rat dog in its native habitat. After a long and arduous migration from under the coffee table, the mole rat dog burrows between the sofa cushions for a lengthy rest. Only peripherally aware of her surroundings, the mole rat dog will remain hidden in the depths of the couch until lured out by a late-evening repast or until sat upon by a heavy squawking beast defending her right to the much-coveted couch.
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