Thursday, January 27, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
the potty incident
Off we go shopping and the first thing I have to do when we get there is go to the bathroom. To much coffee of course. Unfortunately the big stall is occupied so Dolly and I have to squeeze into the little one. Move back so I can close the door Dolly. Now move over so I can get in here. Let me go first because I really have to go. Are you doing the pee pee dance Nanny? Yes I am. This is the day she decided not to take off her gloves and coat in the store, so after I am done it's her turn. First put your monkey on top of the toilet paper holder so he won't get on the dirty floor. Take off your gloves. "I can do it by myself". Patiently waiting in this tiny cramped space for her. Now stick them in your pockets. "I can do it by myself". Waiting some more.... Now lets take off your coat. "I can do it by myself". Finally I yank her pants down and I sit her on the toilet. "I can do it by myself" and she gets off the toilet only to put herself back on it. Thankfully she didn't pull her pants up just to take them down again. I tell her to squat down (you know those open spaces on the public toilet seats, shes afraid of falling in them) so she won't pee ...................... on the back of her pants. Sigh........... Oh well, now you will have to wear them with the wet spot because we don't have anything to change into. Dat's ok Nanny, it will be awright. I am "allowed" to get her some toilet paper and she thanks me for it, tank you tor getting me the toilet paper Nanny. She is grinning at me. Then she gets off and we are squeezing our way around to get her pants up and I emplore her to wait until we get out of this tiny space to get on her coat. Back up so I can open the door Dolly. Naturally the door goes in instead of out. Now move over Dolly so we can get out of here.
I have lost count of how many times the automatic flusher has flushed the toilet.
I have lost count of how many times the automatic flusher has flushed the toilet.
ruby's new friend
Our neighbors... as I shake my head, have a very different opinion of animal safety living out here in the country. They recently aquired yet another dog. Gracie is a big black labrador retreiver. She is a very friendly dog just dying for someone to pet her. Our neighbor got her from a co-worker. Gracie belonged to his 94 year old grandmother who isn't able to take care of Gracie any longer. Shes alot of dog! Gracie is left outside (not in the fence that they recently put up) to just wonder all day while they are at work. She greets us as we come and go, trying to get in the yard when we open the gate. Our dogs are barking like crazy trying to get out of the yard when we open the gate to see Gracie. A three ring circus is what it always turns out to be. She has been an inside dog most of her life according to our neighbors and so I wonder why they leave her outside to wonder while they are at work? Oh, they put her in the fenced yard but she digs right under it and they know she does it. Then they leave for work probably saying by Gracie, be a good girl. And they probably pat her head as they get in the car to leave. Surely Ruby would like someone to hang out with all day while she is in the house?
Will Gracie wonder to far and get hit by a car? Will she fall prey to a mean dog who is also left to wonder around all day? Will she poop in our carport right outside the car door so we get to step in it? Only time will tell............. I am sure I will have news for you soon.
Dolly and I are going grocery shopping this morning and will have to carry numerous bags in the house. The gate will be open and I am soooo anticipating what excitement this will bring for Gracie and our dogs as well. Close your eyes and envision the chaos. I already am!
Will Gracie wonder to far and get hit by a car? Will she fall prey to a mean dog who is also left to wonder around all day? Will she poop in our carport right outside the car door so we get to step in it? Only time will tell............. I am sure I will have news for you soon.
Dolly and I are going grocery shopping this morning and will have to carry numerous bags in the house. The gate will be open and I am soooo anticipating what excitement this will bring for Gracie and our dogs as well. Close your eyes and envision the chaos. I already am!
Thursday, January 20, 2011
the yellow soap
I was rummaging through my closet looking for something when I heard Dolly squealing with laughter. Then I heard the sound of little feet shuffling around in the kitchen. What is going on out there I yell? I headed out of the closet to check on the situation, and there was Ruby (the dog next door) running in circles around my bedroom floor with Dolly laughing and running in circles with her. Ruby's here, Ruby's here! Naturally our dogs are running in circles with the two of them trying to catch up to Ruby's behind for a sniff and so the three ring circus starts, AGAIN! Ruby has visited us more times than I care to talk about.
It's worthless to call Ruby to come to you, she won't. I have watched her owners chase her all over the front yard and our driveway trying to catch Ruby. So I sigh heavily, and proceed to work on trapping Ruby in the laundry room so I can get a hold of her collar. I close the doggie door and call everyone else to follow me, the rest of them listen and so Ruby follows too. She is still running in circles the whole way there, nails slidding over the kitchen floor, Dolly squealing Ruby, Ruby, let me catch you. We are in the laundry room and our dogs know what is going on so they quickly dart out while I close the door. I got you Ruby! Hold still so I don't drop you and return an injured dog next door. Dolly, I need to take Ruby home please be good for just a minute, your not dressed and it's cold outside. I will hurry. Not waiting for any response I just go and close the door. She sticks her head out the doggie door calling me. I keep hurrying so I can get back quickly.
I notice that the leash with the clip that you clip onto the collar is stuck inside the storm door and the inside door is closed. Hmmmm, wonder how hard it is to bend over and clip that thing on Ruby's collar before you let her outside! I knock and she opens the door smiling, hair still wet and getting ready to go to work. I wondered where she got to. She was in my house again. She smiles and says I'm sorry. I smile politely, say nothing, and hurry back home. Two minutes is even to long to leave Dolly home alone.
Is Ruby home now nanny? Yes she is. I return to the closet to finish looking for what it was I was looking for and I hear Dolly yelling, the yellow soap, the yellow soap nanny. The yellow soap is the hand soap in the bathroom that she is not allowed to use. She has her own soap that washes off much easier. She likes to slop in the sink as any little kid does. Dolly what did I tell you about using the yellow soap, as I am hurrying to get to her to see what kind of a mess she is making. She is standing in the kitchen saying no nanny, the yellow soap in on the kitchen floor, see. I look to where her little finger is pointing to and sure enough there is a yellow puddle on the floor. Ruby is not as house trained as her owner says. That's not soap Dolly, Ruby peed on the floor. Oh no! For shame on that Ruby she says. Yes, Ruby is a bad girl I say.
They put a fence up for Ruby this past weekend. Hopefully Ruby won't be coming to visit us anymore.
It's worthless to call Ruby to come to you, she won't. I have watched her owners chase her all over the front yard and our driveway trying to catch Ruby. So I sigh heavily, and proceed to work on trapping Ruby in the laundry room so I can get a hold of her collar. I close the doggie door and call everyone else to follow me, the rest of them listen and so Ruby follows too. She is still running in circles the whole way there, nails slidding over the kitchen floor, Dolly squealing Ruby, Ruby, let me catch you. We are in the laundry room and our dogs know what is going on so they quickly dart out while I close the door. I got you Ruby! Hold still so I don't drop you and return an injured dog next door. Dolly, I need to take Ruby home please be good for just a minute, your not dressed and it's cold outside. I will hurry. Not waiting for any response I just go and close the door. She sticks her head out the doggie door calling me. I keep hurrying so I can get back quickly.
I notice that the leash with the clip that you clip onto the collar is stuck inside the storm door and the inside door is closed. Hmmmm, wonder how hard it is to bend over and clip that thing on Ruby's collar before you let her outside! I knock and she opens the door smiling, hair still wet and getting ready to go to work. I wondered where she got to. She was in my house again. She smiles and says I'm sorry. I smile politely, say nothing, and hurry back home. Two minutes is even to long to leave Dolly home alone.
Is Ruby home now nanny? Yes she is. I return to the closet to finish looking for what it was I was looking for and I hear Dolly yelling, the yellow soap, the yellow soap nanny. The yellow soap is the hand soap in the bathroom that she is not allowed to use. She has her own soap that washes off much easier. She likes to slop in the sink as any little kid does. Dolly what did I tell you about using the yellow soap, as I am hurrying to get to her to see what kind of a mess she is making. She is standing in the kitchen saying no nanny, the yellow soap in on the kitchen floor, see. I look to where her little finger is pointing to and sure enough there is a yellow puddle on the floor. Ruby is not as house trained as her owner says. That's not soap Dolly, Ruby peed on the floor. Oh no! For shame on that Ruby she says. Yes, Ruby is a bad girl I say.
They put a fence up for Ruby this past weekend. Hopefully Ruby won't be coming to visit us anymore.
conversations with dolly
Were in the car going to get groceries
Dolly: Nanny I'm picking my nose
Me: Well don't do that it's nasty
Dolly: I'm still picking my nose nanny
Me: What does Jeremy say?
Dolly: STOP picking your nose
Me: What does Grandma say?
Dolly: Don't pick your nose
Me: Well then, don't do it
Silence
Dolly: Hey, hey, but I still pick my nose when Grandma is sleeping on the couch cause she don't say nothin then.... nobody says nothin when there sleeping
Silence
Glad she can't see me trying not to laugh in the front seat
Dolly: Nanny I'm picking my nose
Me: Well don't do that it's nasty
Dolly: I'm still picking my nose nanny
Me: What does Jeremy say?
Dolly: STOP picking your nose
Me: What does Grandma say?
Dolly: Don't pick your nose
Me: Well then, don't do it
Silence
Dolly: Hey, hey, but I still pick my nose when Grandma is sleeping on the couch cause she don't say nothin then.... nobody says nothin when there sleeping
Silence
Glad she can't see me trying not to laugh in the front seat
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
born to be a drummer
The other day we were hanging out in the living room, me and Dolly, I was sewing and she was chatting and singing like she always is. Shes been spending a lot of time lately talking to herself and her dolls. Which is a good thing, since it leaves me off the hook for awhile.
Then she suddenly gets up and says I am gonna drum Nanny, and she runs to the kitchen. What are you getting I ask? I need some drum sticks. I figure she is getting some wooden spoons and I am dreading how loud this is going to be. What are you going to drum on I ask? The can she says. We have an old milk can that I am using for a plant stand. Oh my this is going to be really loud. She comes running back in the room with two colored pencils from her pencil box, gets down on her knees and says, you sing twinkle twinkle little star. She raises her hands in the air and bangs the pencil sticks together and counts one, two, three, four, five and then starts banging on the can and says, sing Nanny. So we sat there, her drumming and banging the sticks together five times each in between each song and me singing whatever she instructs me to sing. I really think she is born to be a drummer! Did I mention that she knows most of the pieces of a drum set by name? Did I mention that she is only 3 years old? Better get one of those electronic sets that has a volume control..................................
Then she suddenly gets up and says I am gonna drum Nanny, and she runs to the kitchen. What are you getting I ask? I need some drum sticks. I figure she is getting some wooden spoons and I am dreading how loud this is going to be. What are you going to drum on I ask? The can she says. We have an old milk can that I am using for a plant stand. Oh my this is going to be really loud. She comes running back in the room with two colored pencils from her pencil box, gets down on her knees and says, you sing twinkle twinkle little star. She raises her hands in the air and bangs the pencil sticks together and counts one, two, three, four, five and then starts banging on the can and says, sing Nanny. So we sat there, her drumming and banging the sticks together five times each in between each song and me singing whatever she instructs me to sing. I really think she is born to be a drummer! Did I mention that she knows most of the pieces of a drum set by name? Did I mention that she is only 3 years old? Better get one of those electronic sets that has a volume control..................................
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