Mom's helper

We like to pretend that this doesn't happen. Sometimes you just have to turn a blind eye to misbehavior.


This is Leo, a miniature Schnauzer. When Mom has shows with her theatre Leo hangs out with her some during the construction phase. He belongs to the guy who runs the space that Mom's theatre is renting right now. Leo is a funny dog, and very sweet, so we allow it.

Wild Sunday

We had a very wild Sunday. Earlier in the evening Mom let us in the garage. It wasn't two minutes later she glanced in the garage and called to Dad, "There's a dead lizard in the garage!" And then she shut the door with us out there. So Dad gears up with some paper towels to dispense of the dead lizard, but when he opens the door there's no lizard. "It must not have been dead," he told Mom as he stepped into the garage to investigate. Well, after my ordeal of being locked in the garage over night last week, I wasted no time busting into the house. Then Josie was right behind me. Good thing Mom was paying attention because she called for Dad, "Josie's got it in her mouth!" Josie was trying to bring the dead lizard into the house to show Mom and Dad. Well, Dad scooped her up and she put the lizard down for him in the garage. Sure enough, Josie had found a small skink and played with it until it broke. She is a very good huntress.


Here is the broken skink. You can understand why Mom didn't want this in the house. It was about four inches long minus the tail. (Dad never found the tail.)

Well, this was just the beginning of the adventures on Sunday. Later that night our friend Samantha came over to ride bikes with Mom. But Samantha was feeling guilty about not spending time with her crazy dog Louie. So Dad offered to walk Louie while they rode bikes. That was fine, I guess, if Dad wants to show some pity to a dog. But then, after the rides and walk, Mom, Dad, Samantha and Louie all went to the back deck to hang out, enjoy the nice night and talk.


I'm not sure how clear it is in this picture, but we do not approve. We disapprove like a rabbit disapproves. Josie got up against the door and whapped the door while hissing. I was very puffed up and roaming the back of the couch patrolling. Maggie was the only one who really didn't seem too concerned. I think we made it clear that dogs are not welcome on our back deck, or in our house. We were getting so agitated that Dad actually took us to the bathroom so we could calm down. When we came out later Louie was gone. Apparently he likes to be chased by cats. He thinks it's a funny game. All I have to say to Louie is this: look at that skink and consider yourself warned. (OK, he is cute, I'll give him that...)

Funny story

Since I still need to upload some pictures, and Mom and Dad have been busy getting back into a routine after their trip, I will share a funny story instead.

Mom works with this man who has a dog. Mary Gertrude is two parts of different kinds of terrier so she is very cute, fast and a jumper. Well Randy, her dad, has a mail slot in his front door. Mary Gertrude hates the mailman, and the mail even more. When the mail is delivered Mary Gertrude will attack the mail, and shred it as much as possible. To solve this issue, Randy mounted a basket to the door to catch the mail and keep it away from Mary Gertrude. This worked for a while, but she was determined. Now, when she hears the mailman coming, she runs to the door, and as the mail is passed through the slot, she will jump and grab it before it reaches the basket, and shred the mail. Randy now gets his bills digitally...