Monday, February 16, 2015

Cabin Fever

I was upstairs, sewing.
Gregg was downstairs, cooking.
Outside, it was snowing.
"Hey, Jean," I heard a definite inquiry as Gregg's voice drifted up the stairs.
"Yeah?" I replied.
"Uh." I heard as he prepared to continue, and then, "Oh, you bad dog."
I got up from my sewing machine and started for the stairs.
"You are such a bad dog," I heard on my way down.
"You are a bad, bad dog." Gregg was walking away from Ray who was reclining like a pasha except he was licking the carpet in front of him. Pasha's don't normally do that.
"Uh oh," I said, "What did he get?"
"A stick of butter," replied Gregg.

I went to get paper towels to dab at the wet spot on the carpet. Returning with a whole roll, I pushed the dog face away from the spot and tried to clean it only to meet with dog nose. I pushed his nose away. Ray resisted. I hauled him to his feet and shooed him away, then saw the trail of butter flecking the carpet where Ray had dropped the stick two or three times on the way to his dining area. I cleaned the trail, knowing exactly which spots needed it the most by the dog nose that kept returning to the scene of his crime.

"So what did you want?" I asked Gregg, thinking of his summons as I started up the stairs to return to my sewing.
"Well, I knew I had left a stick of butter on the counter, but it wasn't there..." replied Gregg.

Ten minutes later, the bored blind hound and his favorite cat were playing hide and seek outside in the snow. It's an easy game for the cat. Not quite so easy for the dog.

Where the heck is she?

Maybe she's over by the grill...

Nope. Doesn't seem to be here.
Maybe she went out the gate...

Wait. What was that? I think I heard something.
I think it was over by the fence

Juno? Are you there?
Yeah, dog. I'm here



  1. they do say you can never have too much butter :):)

    1. It's true. Butter makes everything better. Including, apparently, carpets.

  2. Juno perched on the little shrub - too funny!

    1. I know, right? Except that is a TREE ( a Japanese Maple). The only one the Dumpling is athletic enough to climb. : )

  3. We agree well funny. Have a terrific Tuesday.
    Best wishes Molly

  4. To cure Ray's infatuation with butter, you should put another stick out - with a piece of fruit in the middle of it. Hehehehe.

    Bahahaha on the hide and seek! I had a Japanese Maple once. It didn't last long. The heat here got it. Yours looks way better than mine ever did.

    1. Brilliant idea!
      Yeah, Japanese Maples don't like the desert. I'm surprised they even sell them where you are!

    2. I actually had to order them from a catalog. I was also surprised they sold them to someone from Arizona too.

  5. Everything is better with butter (except dog foot prints on carpet).
    LOVE Ray and his dumpling playing hide and seek. She sure has fun with Ray. ;)

    1. Juno loves playing with her dog. It is so funny (and touching) to watch.

  6. That cat wasn't born yesterday!
    I enjoy your blog very much.and have tried to comment numerous times.
    I hope I'm successful this time.

    1. Hey Pat, thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment. I'm sorry you're having trouble with that function. I look forward to future comments from you.
      And you are right. That Juno is one smart cat.