A boring book

Reiki was trying to help her mom study yesterday, but she found the whole topic of medical records to be boring, so she settled down for a nap, thinking, "Really, Mom! What's more fun, reading a 6" thick textbook or hugging a dog?"

Crape Myrtle season at the 9 Dogs Ranch

Daddy's Home!

The moment we've all been waiting for has finally arrived! We heard the truck coming down the road and into the driveway....it's stopped out near the mailbox....now he's getting back in....here it comes, closer and closer...YES! Yes, yes, yes! It's him!

DADDY'S HOME!

The Window Seat

When I was a little girl, I wanted a window seat. A little nook lined with cushions and surrounded with book shelves, where I could gaze out on the world, think my own thoughts, and read to my heart's content.

Well, now I have 2 window seats, kind of. The windows are a bit smeared by doggy noses and tongues, books are out of the question, and rarely are these seats available for human occupation. But as long as Meg & Teddy are happy, I'm happy.

Kitchen Patrol

The 9 Dogs army patrols every inch of the camp every day. Including the kitchen. And as you can see here, they're not only good at their work, they truly enjoy it.

Hostage Taken

Spirits were high today at 9 Dogs Howling when the returning heroes brought home a hostage from the Back Yard Wars. Unfortunately, the hostage died before he could be questioned about the location of the secret tunnels the Rodent Army has dug under the battlefield.

Dr. P. assured the Eye Witness News Team that the hostage died of heat stroke, not of any injuries inflicted by the 9 Dogs Military Police, who are seen here praying over the body.

Calgon, take me away!

Here comes the UPS truck

Meg is on duty at the window in what I laughingly call my studio.

Jean: Whatcha waiting for, Meg?

Meg: The UPS truck

Jean: Have you been ordering more naughty nighties from Victoria's Secret?

Meg: No, no. I bought some Spanx, so I can wear that size 3 sundress to the church picnic on

Sunday.

Jean: Meg, even one of your legs couldn't fit into that dress, with or without Spanx.

Meg: A girl can dream, can't she?

Hell no, I won't go!

When I was in high school, draft dodgers protested the Viet Nam war by yelling, "Hell no, I won't go!" at peace demonstrations. Polly wasn't even a twinkle in her daddy's eye then, but that's what she's crying today.

Mr. P. came home from work and reported that Jack, the guy who gave us Polly 3 years ago because his dachsund hated her, now wants her back. His son moved out and took the dachsund with him, and big, strong Jack wants a little dog to cuddle again.

But Mr. P. told him, "No way. Polly is the wife's favorite dog. You're not getting her back."

I said, "Jack couldn't wait to get rid of her before, and now he wants her back? Oh, no. No, no, no!"

While we discussed this, Polly watched nervously, her big bug eyes sending us messages like, "Please, Mom. Please, Dad. I can't go back there. Don't make me. You can't make me."

As soon as there was a break in the kitchen action (supper preparation), I scooped her up and kissed her and told her, "Don't worry, Polly. You're my baby now and you'll always be my baby."

A weird fungus growing in my study

Yesterday I noticed a weird fungus or mushroom growing in the dusty darkness under my desk. It bears a striking resemblance to Goober, but (unlike Goober) it doesn't screech or bite.