Dreams Really DO Come True

Good morning everyone, this is Breezy and I have taken over the computer again to share with you how my greatest dream became reality recently.

As you all know, I am most certainly NOT fond of the granddogger known as Bonnie. I steadfastly refuse to reveal why I can't stand her, but suffice it to say it may have something to do with the day she stepped on my head.

We red-heads carry grudges.

Well, I prayed to the good Dog-god every night that I could have my burden lifted and Bonnie would no longer live in MY house. Guess what?!?!? It came TRUE!!!

Bonnie and her mom and dad moved into their own place about three weeks ago. We knew this was going to happen a few weeks in advance and I could hardly contain myself. Mom kept checking the walls of my crate to see if I had a little countdown going on the walls. She could never find one, but that is because I had it under my blanket!!!

Yes, the house is peacefully mine again. Except for that energetic puppy, Cooper, but I have him pretty much under my control. And my sisters and the cat already do my bidding.

Life is pretty good.

I know that Bonnie isn't too far away, as she has returned for a few visits, but I ferociously bark at her and remind her that this is no longer her place of residence and the visit better be brief. This last weekend she returned to have a bath in the dog tub. I thought that was pretty funny as I know how much she HATES getting a bath. I just laid there, watching and gloating.

It is nice to know that if you wish for something long enough it just might come true.

Mom keeps telling me that I better not get too proud of myself, as life has a way of sneaking up and biting you in the behind. Not sure exactly what she's trying to tell me, but I have taken to sleeping with one eye open, keeping a lookout behind me!

Everyone have a GREAT week!

Revenge Is Sweet!!

I made a discovery the other day.

I have a sneaky, revenge-seeking little hoarder in the house.

I have previously mentioned how disgusted the girls get over Bonnie stealing their toys. Once their toy or chewie has "Bonnie slobber" on it, they will have nothing to do with it ever again.

Yes, they are snobs.

So, the other day was grooming/bath day. As part of that event, I go around and gather up all the blankets in the beds and crates and wash them also.

Imagine my surprise when I went to this bed. Innocent enough looking, right? Nice little bed, cute cuddly blanket to snuggle with. This is one of the beds in the office, it is usually tucked under a side chair. I brought it out from under the chair to take these photos.

When I picked up the blanket, I discovered Bonnie's Antler chews hidden underneath.

I hadn't noticed that she was missing them, but I am sure that Bonnie knew they were missing. Perhaps that was why she was completely emptying her toy basket lately. She was wanting her Deer antler chew and her Moose antler chew.

The girls are somewhat interchangeable in the beds, often playing musical beds as they move from one to another. However, it didn't take me long to observe who was most anxious to check out this bed once she had the chance.

Yep, you guessed it.

Breezy does have a diabolical side to her.

I admire that girl.

Garden Helpers

Like most of the nation, we have been having some pretty hot weather, which wreaks havoc with my flowers and shrubs. I love Hydrangeas, but they sure don't like the heat.

Everything was needing a good 'haircut', or 'deadheading', which is the official gardening term. Haircut just seems like a friendlier word.

This morning was overcast and very cool, so the girls and I headed out to do some work.

They love it when I go out to work in the yard. They get much more time to sniff around and check out what's new than when we just go out for a potty break. They aren't too terribly interested in what I am doing, they just let me go at it.

Not so much the Golden Retriever that joined us mid way through the task.

Bonnie was fascinated with the fact that Grandma was plucking at the flowers. She would just sit there and watch me. You could see the gears in her head going: "humph....whenever I bite at the flowers or dig holes in the dirt, I get in trouble. What's up with this..?!?!"

I told her "Membership has it's privileges" and continued to trim dead flowers and place them in the bucket. I turn around, thinking my task is all done, only to find out that Bonnie has been taking them OUT of the bucket and has them strewn all over the deck.

(Insert heavy sigh right here.)

Bonnie, it is time for your Dad to get up, I don't care what time he got home from working swing shift last night.

With Bonnie back with her Dad, the deck swept up (thank you Hannah), I went to sit for a few minutes in the swing with the girls.

They just look adoringly at me as if to say:

"Pretty nice that we can't even reach inside the bucket, much less mess everything up, huh Mom?"

Yes girls, indeed it is.

Toy Story, Part 1

It is no secret, I spoil my dogs. I love to buy them new toys and chewies all the time. The girls enjoy it also and are always thrilled to get something new. Here is a picture of Stormie with the toy basket from the sewing room. It holds just some of their very favorite toys.

However, there is a thief that lurks among their midst, and this thief likes to run off with their new toys and/or chewies.

This thief is Bonnie. She doesn't really look all that sneaky, now does she? She has mastered the "Who me?" look perfectly.

The girls will try to hide their chewbones under the blankets in their beds. Bonnie will come in after the girls have left the room and pilfer through their hiding places.

Oh my goodness, the girls HATE that. Once Bonnie has chewed on one of their chewies or slobbered Bonnie-slobber all over one of their stuffed toys, they will have nothing more to do with that item. Even if I put the stuffed toy through the laundry to remove the slobber-stiffness. Yes, this is snobbery at his highest degree, but it is the way they are.

Here is a few of the things Bonnie has taken and, in their little Diva minds, 'destroyed' lately:

Bonnie is really costing me a lot of money.

Lest you feel sorry for the poor dear and think that she must be underprivileged and not as spoiled as the little girls, let me assure you, Bonnie does NOT lack for toys of her own.

Here is but a small portion of her toy collection, the majority of which has been purchased by me, her grandmother:

We are learning to keep the girls' toy basket up off the ground when Bonnie is around and remove the chewies from the beds when we leave the room, but we do sometimes forget. Oh, those are sad days at our house.

The girls are learning to get a little more aggressive in the protection of their belongings, however. Here, Stormie seems to be saying, "Bring it on, Bonnie girl, I dare ya!"

I think Breezy is building little bitty Bonnie booby traps late at night.

More to come, I am sure....