Blogmas 2019, Labrador Lessons

Blogmas: The Joys of Labradors (Humor |Day 16)🐾

We have a Labrador Retriever mix. She was heartworm positive when she was rescued and she’s been free of heartworm and healthy ever since. Three cheers!

Here are a few funny thoughts about our dog that have come up over the years. See if you can relate to any.

  1. My Labrador believes she is a lap dog. My dog weighs around 52lbs and likes to sit on top of me, while I’m sitting in a chair. Her butt usually ends up right around my neck. Yes, dear dog of mine, I’m not going anywhere. Wouldn’t dream of it.
  2. Labs love to eat. I once had a vet tech suggest to me that if my dog was still hungry after her meals, to simply mix frozen vegetables into her dog food. My response? “She’s a Lab; she’s always hungry.” If I left her dog food canister open, I’d come home to a very happy walrus.
  3. I asked my dog recently: “What would you do if you had opposable thumbs?” Her answer: “Open the refrigerator door, of course.”
  4. Lastly, I like to check in with my dog. See if she feels loved, safe and well taken care of. Her critique? “More num nums, less baths. Keep congratulating me after I go poo; it’s a big deal to me. And let me roll around in dead things more often. It’s a treat you humans just simply don’t understand.”

And there you have it. I planΒ to catch up on my cycling today and tomorrow. I’ll try to post a picture of the timer later.

See you tomorrow for Day 17! πŸš΄β€β™€οΈ

Blogmas 2019, Writing: I've Got Gadgets and Gizmos a Plenty...

Blogmas 2019: Days 13 – 15 (My Writing Room) πŸ§Ÿβ€β™€οΈ

I have a statue of a witch that I keep in a corner of my writing room. She was the last statue in a display of marked down Halloween items I found earlier this year. I thought she was well designed in her black and glittering robes and her tall, pointy sloped hat. Her features were gnarled and realistic. Love at first sight.

Over time, however, she actually began to scare me. It was usually when I had just finished reading a good ghost story or I began hearing the creaks of our house that sound like footsteps. Overactive writer’s imagination, you know.

I started to picture her appearing next to me while I was on my bike with my back turned to her, or creeping up to me while I was working at my desk and she was in my periphery. I began considering putting her in storage until Halloween, or until the year 2080. But then I realized something. I write horror, don’t I? Perhaps I need something that scares me a little in my writing room…

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Blogmas 2019

Blogmas Day 12: Cycling & Random Acts of Kindness πŸš˜

I was pulling out of the formidable parking garage this evening (which I’ve discussed in the past if you’ve been here awhile) and saw a woman looking rather flustered. She was staring at her flat-ish tire, while an air compressor sat nearby (not working) and she was talking to someone on the phone.

I roll down my window (really, pushed the button…It’s 2019 after all) and go:

“Do you need any help?”

She isn’t the first person I’ve addressed this question to in the death trap parking garage that lives and breathes next to my working office downtown. Usually people say “No, I’m fine.” I had one person grumpily tell me, as I approached with my little portable air compressor that could: “Well now I don’t!” I think he was just having a bad day though. I should’ve gave him a chocolate bunny. 🍫

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