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People who have met Bailey know that she is not a dog. She’s people. People who don’t know B don’t understand this.
Last night, she must have had a nightmare. It’s the only way I can explain the howling and carpet scratching. And of course Mr.-I-can-sleep-under-an-air-field didn’t rouse.
I had to pee anyway and I hear her jump on the bed. (She normally sleeps at the end of the bed unless it’s hot.)
She’s laying on my side of the bed, on my pillow.
I crawl up onto the bed.
“You have a nightmare?” I ask her and she instantly tries to burrow her head into my tummy.
“Can I get back under the covers? You can lay with me then.”
And she gets up and stands between me and the wall.
I snuggle in the covers and tap my chest to let her know she can lay down.
She lays on me so that her bottom rib bone is digging into my hip bone. One arm on each side of my head, over my shoulders. She lays her head down on the right side of my head and while I pet her, she starts purring.
I pet her for a little bit then I just hold her and her breathing becomes less frenzied.
Bailey sighs deeply and slides off to my side and makes a puppy ball so I can hug all of her at one.
I must have fallen asleep because I wake up with her laying across my hips, purrring.
Petting her again, I tell her “It’s okay, it’s a bad dream, everyone has them and you’re okay now. love you.” and I scruff her ears. She licks my hand, gets up , goes to the end of the bed so she’s laying right next to my leg and she starts snoring.
Now, you tell me that dogs aren’t people.
Come on now, you should know that there is no way my yard looked like this.
It started off like this…
But before that, Melissa came over and helped me decorate two Patriotic Cup-Cakes.
ah-ha-ha-ha! They’re cakes, made from cupcakes! Thanks to “Hello Cupcake!”, though ours looked pretty much nothing like the one in the book except that they were made from cupcakes. But I did get to organize a stack of paper baking cups into 4 colors.
Then Friday morning I got to work. Here are some pre-pictures.
I pulled up a box of weeds… put the weed barriers in place AND mulched. Steve did do three or four “deliveries” to the area, pulled out two barberries (if your landscaper says that barberries are a good idea, I want you to punch them.) and planted our two new plants.
Screw you barberry!
That is the hole you USED to occupy and now you’re behind the tree in the back of the house. You didn’t even give me a chance to kill you, I guess you wanted it to hurt when Steve removed you from the garden. I never liked you anyways.
Now this I like…
That would be a cactus. Yes, like a real cactus, blooming in MY YARD!!!
And here’s your required Bailey picture of the event. She hadn’t seen a sprinkler in action, so when we put the new one on, she didn’t know what to do.
After some well deserved showers, we went over to a friends house for a cook out, volleyball and a fire. B likes to go over because they have a black lab and they basically spend the day chasing the ball around the yard.
Here she is, waiting for SOMEONE, ANYONE to throw the ball.
Our friends also have two girls (3 years and 11 months) and I’ll usually hang out with them… thus explaining the toys in the background.
BTW, Steve left me a message on the answering machine last night (I opted to hang out in the yard). “(the 3-year old) wants to know where you and Bailey are because she misses you.”
So when Beeses is done playing, she lays down.
Yes, she is RIGHT NEXT to the grill. She also likes to lay next to the fire and a few fires ago, an ember landed on her. She was excited because people were touching her, to put out the smoldering ember.
Sunday morning, I put the swing together and Steve worked on some mulching. I then cleard out the last weed box and cleared the way for my flags, peonies and some cool purple plant. I planted Sweet Dreams and Heaven’s Gate in the back box and once they really take, I’ll photograph them.
We also compromised on the daisies.
I pulled out the lot in front and replaced them with my Arizona Blanket.
The BirchBell is planted near the tree.
Steve moved the back hosta to the hole where the Most Evil Barberry was.
I love the fact that our yard is now nice to look at… neighbors probably think that someone new moved in… I’m no longer embarrassed of the view of my weed boxes from the road.
And at the end of the day, my cactus had bloomed twice.
(posted from the glider swing.)
Here is your dose of tooth decay (coincidence that XM is playing “Sugar Sugar” by The Archies, I think not).
Last weekend, I was playing on the internets, as you can see by my lower half in the pic. And Steve’s bouncing around trying to get me to look at Kali. Finally, I’m like, “what?” and he points to Bailey’s Bed (read: toy collector).
If you look amongst the toys, you may see a little gray and white kitty SLEEPING IN BAILEY’S BED.
This is not the first time she’s disrespected Bailey’s personal space. There is a picture in the original K.Wo.B. post. She often eats B’s food, drinks her water and playfully bats around dog toys.
If Kali could sing “Na na nana na” she certainly would.
Kali’s primping is a fine example of how cats and dogs can get along.
Granted, it took a few cat-slap-to-dog-faces to learn but we’re pretty sure that Kali is the dog and Bailey is the cat.
Some day we’ll get video of Bailey purring and weaving between legs.
To foster learning the adorable trick of hiding, the dog trick book suggested to put a sticky-note or something that will make your dog want to scratch it’s face.
So I find some stickies and press one on the side of Bailey’s lip. She looks confused. She stares with her telekinetic ways towards the pouch of my hoodie where the treats are.
The sticky falls from her face, not missing a beat, she catches it in mid-air, eats it and goes back to staring at the pouch.
I wonder about her sometimes.
Okay, granted, I was ready to put Bailey outside for all time this morning, but, as usual, things have changed.
(comma much?)
It would be cool if she could talk because I would know if I’m doing a good job raising her…. whenever I give her something, I always tell her what it is… so maybe she’d ask for it. She kind of does… she knows how to tell me when she wants water, she knows “treat”, “walk” and “breakfast” and she knows to sit and wait for breakfast.
Even right now, we’re sharing Veggie Chips and when I give her one, I tell her what it is (“Tomato. Tomato”) and reinforce and congratulate when she takes nice.
Geez dog, you really are practice aren’t you.
Here’s a shining example of her tolerance. Granted, it’s blurry, but you can see the incredible pupsmile
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