Yesterday our cat Leila “Monster” apparently thought she was locked out of our room (where the little box is kept). She wasn’t really, but I guess that is besides the point. So, she decided that she couldn’t wait any longer and found a place to relieve herself.
Amazingly, she went into the kid’s bathroom… knocked a diaper off the drying rack, into the bathtub… and pooped IN THE DIAPER.
I mean, it was still another poop I had to clean up, but seriously… thanks for the effort, Leila!
The kids are not the only ones to blame if sewing projects around here take longer than I would like.
No, little Sprout isn’t being sent to the corner just yet. Both girls had to go yesterday simultaneously, but there was already someone else there.
Luckily Leila didn’t distract them too much, and neither did me taking a picture of the situation.
The other night at bedtime Russell was reading nursery rhymes. If you haven’t read any nursery rhymes lately let me be the first to tell you, these things can be really weird. I know they all have hidden political meanings or something, but seriously… who ever had the idea to write these for kids? I had two I wanted to share with you, the first is just to prove my point.
Oranges and Lemons
Oranges and lemons, Say the bells of St. Clements.
You owe me five farthings, say the bells of St. Martins.
When will you pay me? Say the bells of Old Bailey.
When I grow rich, say the bells of Shoreditch.
When will that be? Say the bells of Stepney.
I do not, says the bell at Bow.
Here comes a candle to light you to bed, Here comes a chopper to chop off your head.
Chip chop, chip chop, the last man’s head.
Seriously, is that the kind of stuff kids need to hear before going to bed? The other rhyme is something that may not be funny to everyone, but Russell and I have laughed endlessly about it since he first read it.
Higglety, Pigglety, Pop!
Higglety, pigglety, Pop!
The dog has eaten the mop;
The pig’s in a hurry,
The cat’s in a flurry,
Higglety, pigglety, POP!
I am not sure if any of my readers have dogs, or if they have a dog like we do, but Rusty will eat anything and everything. He eats sticks, cardboard, rope (whole), and just about anything you can imagine. And I am sure if we kept it accessible, he would have eaten our mop long ago. I can imagine walking in and finding mop pieces all over the place and Rusty hiding under the bed (knowing he would be punished, but not letting that stop him) And since I don’t have a picture of him eating our mop, here is one from a time he ate a bunch of flour.
Now I can add “blow dry a cat” to my list of things I never thought I would do.
We drove home from southern California last night and got in around 10pm. We unloaded the car, put the girls in bed and got unpacked. Rusty needed a bath after a few days of playing around the horses but his short little hair dries very fast. Leila needed a bath as well after a little incident in the car that upset her stomach and left her with some of the “Big D” in her fur. But with it being so late she couldn’t go to bed wet, and wouldn’t be able to dry very well on her own so I had to break out the hair dryer on the cool setting. Let’s just say it was an adventure. She actually did really well and only swatted a few times at the beginning. By the time I was brushing her she was purring.
Let’s just say though… I am glad it wasn’t Tank.
… then I bet Annie and Oakley are out on a trail ride.
… maybe Annie and Dana are playing chase.
…then Annie’s tired old body is no longer holding back her playful, enthusiastic soul.
If there is a doggie heaven then one of the best, sweetest, and most loved dogs has found a new home.
There is always a sadness when you lose someone you love, and the loss of a pet is no different. But Annie lived a wonderful life in a home where she never doubted the love for her. You can’t ask for more than that. And I know she touched us all in a way that will continue to stay with us.
Play in peace forever, sweet Annie. We love you and miss you.
Since I was driving for a good portion of the day on Sunday, and arrived only about 1/2 hour before the girls went to bed, we decided to celebrate Easter yesterday. At this age the girls don’t know the difference and this way all four of us could be together. First we took some pictures with their bunny rabbits.
Kylie
Alyssa
Alyssa (left) Kylie (right)
here they were last year… for perspective.
Kylie (left) Alyssa (right)
Then they got their Easter baskets, each including a stuffed animal and a new touch and feel book.
Alyssa
Kylie
Then it was time for eggs!
eggs were filled with chocolate cheerios
Kylie shaking her egg
Alyssa was very impressed
and of course, we couldn’t let the whole thing go by without a little humiliation for at least one of our pets.
Leila Monster
I hope everyone had a wonderful Easter weekend!
Kids and pets can be alike in a lot of ways. Sometimes that involves middle of the night wake ups, sometimes it is “waste” clean-up duties, (aka Trout) and sometimes it means discipline. But one of the joys of having both kids and pets is dressing them up in funny outfits or clothes.
Yes, we have a history of dressing up our pets. Here is a picture of Bitsy from about 7 years ago dressed up in a Bristol Farms shirt.
We did it then, and are still doing it today. Here Russell is putting Rusty in a diaper just last month.
The girls were very confused by this…
and tried to take it off of him.
At least Rusty was a good sport.
(I love how embarrassed Rusty looks in the last picture)
I’ve been feeling a little off today, and couldn’t really think of anything I wanted to blog about. I did miss my post on Wednesday though, and don’t like to skip two in one week. Luckily, I stumbled upon this.
Have you ever thought about having your pet’s portrait taken? Maybe to celebrate a birthday, or possibly obedience school graduation? Well, here is a place that lets you do just that. I’m calling right now to book an appointment. Maybe my cats will be as excited about this adventure as the cat featured here.
Have a great weekend everyone!
My dad and I both love this stupid movie called The Replacements. It is a football movie, but not your classic football movie. The players are all washed up “has been’s” who get called upon when the pro’s go on strike. They go through a lot of struggles to work together as a team and find their groove as players. It is very funny and worth the watch. Anyways, there is this scene during their first game together where one guy (a former sumo wrestler) has been eating eggs prior to hitting the field, only to find out that they are not sitting as well in his stomach as one might have hoped. He ends up throwing up in the middle of a huddle. When the quarterback (Keanu Reeves – I told you is was a stupid movie!) refuses to move the huddle more players end up getting sick just from being nearby.
I am totally that type of person. I don’t think I’ve ever actually thrown up from watching someone else get sick, but it definitely makes me feel pretty icky for quite a while. I know there are plenty of people out there like me, but did you ever wonder if animals are the same way? After last night I believe they are! You see, Rusty has been sick since yesterday afternoon and so he was restricted to the bathroom last night. Leila’s food dish is in the same bathroom, and throughout the night Tank frequently goes in there to steal some of her food. At about 5 this morning they were all having a “pet convention” when Rusty came out of his kennel and started throwing up on the floor. Immediately Leila came darting out of the bathroom apparently to distance herself from Rusty. Tank however was semi trapped due to Rusty’s kennel blocking the door and his position. Not more than 30 seconds after Rusty finished getting sick Tank started to throw up as well! It was kinda funny actually. He must have been like “Oh man… Gross!”
Tank on top, Leila in the middle, Rusty on the bottom
