Because, honestly, the two Ds hardly ever leave her or Juliette alone. It’s like they have little magnets under their fur and the boys are just drawn to them. Still, she can only handle so much attention before she gets a bit perturbed. Once she’s had enough, Lucy jumps down and finds a spot where they can’t reach her. And I’m left to pick up all the fur that’s left behind!
We didn’t stay long, though. Crazy dog. She just couldn’t sit still. Scott always tells me I need to relax, but I think Juli’s the one who could use some meditation therapy. Still, we lasted for a few songs and she got a walk. It wasn’t a total bust.
Of the three pets, Lucy’s the one who really lets Devin get up close and personal.
Juliette is friendly enough, yes. But she’s not really into a kid hanging all over her. She’ll politely remove herself from the fracas and find a more comfortable spot.
Maggie doesn’t even let him have a chance. Since the only human she seems to like is me, if anyone else comes near her she darts off. Doesn’t matter who that person is, although if that person happens to run really fast and make lots of noise on a regular basis, that won’t help the situation much.
Lucy will just lie there and let him pet her. She’ll even flip over and share her belly with him for some tummy rubs. The other night I said, “Since there are three of us and three of them, we can each claim a pet.” He would get Lucy, of course, which totally thrilled him. I’d get Maggie because she wouldn’t want to be claimed by anyone else. And Daddy would get Juliette. Seems fair enough.
Juliette is kind of needy. In the emotional way. She can’t stand it when we’re outside and she’s not. My husband thinks I’m totally nuts, but I’ve started putting her out on the lead in the front yard when we play out there. Otherwise you can hear her whining and freaking out as she paces from the front window to the door and even up to our bedroom, where she has shredded a couple of pillowcases. She’s not thrilled to be out of reach of us ever, but at least this way she can watch the baseball action and enjoy the shade under the tree.
I couldn’t resist trying to snap a few photos of her. I love how she’s kind of looking at the camera here. Unheard of from my no-eye-contact pup. I love her so.
The setting sun was streaming through the window of the back door. Maggie was waiting as patiently as possible for me to refresh the water bowl. (I made her wait until after I snapped the pics. Mean.) Lucy just loves wending her way among the table legs. No matter what they’re doing, they usually make lovely little models.
Rather than complain about the frigid arctic temperatures, which I’m tempted to do, I’ll be grateful for:
1. The sun that came out this afternoon.
2. The friendliness of Laurel’s cat, Molly, who didn’t run away from Devin today.
3. My dog resigning herself to the fact that I’m too cold to walk her tonight. (I’ll make it up to you tomorrow, Juliette!)
4. A yummy red pear with dinner tonight.
5. And, of course, goofing around with my favorite boy.
See that bug on Lucy’s back? Total waste of money. My husband stated that the moment I bought it. I guess we all need to do something stupid now and again to keep ourselves humble. At least it entertained Devin. And annoyed Lucy. Hee.
Wherever I go, there’s usually a cat.
I like that.
Scott’s working at a client site this week, which is good. For most of the family. The dog is the one I worry about. She’s had it good the past six months, being alone only a few hours at a time. So now it’s back up to 8+ hours. And because I’m oh, so sensitive about her feelings, I hauled myself home for lunch to hang out with her. I don’t know why she can’t see this as an opportunity to power nap. But I really do understand. So I’ll probably do this the rest of the week.
I get perks from this situation, though, other than petting her very soft ears: lunch on the deck! Replete with a glass of blueberry sparkling juice from Trader Joe’s.
I bought this cactus to foil my cat. Not the one in the photo, who surprised me by trying to eat it too. But the naughtier one who takes great pleasure in devouring any plant that steps foot — or pot — inside our door. I haven’t had fresh flowers in many, many years. And, yes, I’m slightly bitter about that.
So today Dev and I were strolling through the garden center and we came across the cacti. I chose the one with the longest spikes. (Hey, the plant needs some strong defenses against those feline choppers.)
When we got home, I put the cactus on the floor and invited Lucy over to investigate it. Figured they may as well get to know each other right away. She made several attempts to chew the spikes, but the plant and I prevailed. She got a little prick on the nose and wasn’t too happy about it. She backed up several paces and looked at me with some curiosity.
I know it sounds a bit mean, but all I’m asking for here is a small spot of greenery in my home. Why can’t she just stick with her cat food, I’d like to know.
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