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| One year ago, Chris took her first walk post-surgery. Her latest triumph is an A1C of 6 (perfect) at the diabetic specialist's office. Sassy has her own fur coat, but Mrs. Ichabod made her wear a sweater, because...cute. |
Ranger Bob (a retired Army Ranger) opened up a storage shed on his property and found it mostly filled with things to jettison. He said, "Do you want a shed?" He and Mrs. Ichabod decided that the place between the Elderberry bushes was best, and I conceded.
He said, "My brother, Jerry, and I will take it apart and carry the parts over when the weather is better." Ranger Bob floated an idea. "We could carry it in one piece," so I volunteered to make it a fourth. Without contents or a floor, the aluminum structure was easy to carry, though I hoped for no videos appearing on the Net. The roof came over next, from two doors away.
Soon the roof was attached again, the shed resting on a bed of concrete tiles from the original site. Rebar will hold it down better, though it never took flight in our previous wind storms.
That is quite a gift, most would say. But no, Bob is coming over to seal the joints, paint the outside, and repaint the metal roof. He already cleaned the interior. He loves our pour-over coffee and his recent coffee-maker upgrade, so deals are often worked out over cups of fresh pour-over brew. Sassy loves him so much that she heads for his home on the corner, every time we are out, in hopes of being assailed as Fat Dog and Chow Hound while she gets some treats.
Sassy the Sweet
I posted about Sassy's mildly ornergy moments. Yesterday she barked at Mrs. Gardener's son-in-law, basically her happy to see you bark. They went inside, but the grandson came out to pet Sassy.
Sassy wants to kiss children, so her barks and rapid head movements spook them a little. He kept petting her methodically and talking to her. She reached over and gave him her special long, slow, loving licks. He loved that and began working over her ears. "You have a dog?" He did, and he knew how much they enjoy ear work.
Sassy Sasses Three Dogs, Leading to a Mass Escape
This morning Sassy went over to three dogs behind a fence to sass them. They erupted in ferocious barks and soon pushed the gate enough to come out to her.
I guessed they would have a quiet meet and greet, and so they did. Each dog was a bit hackled, cautious, but non-aggressive. So there I was with Sassy and three loose dogs - no sign of the owners.
I went into the front yard, pointed at the gate, and said, "Go back home. GIT!" The biggest one looked guiltier than Comey at a meeting of The Ethical Society. He walked in, hanging his head.
I made eye contact with the next. "Go HOME!" and pointed the way. He walked in. The youngest wanted to enjoy his freedom. I glared at that one and said, "Move it. NOW!" He did some small circles, so I raised my arm again and pointed the way. He trotted in, and I locked their gate. To save face, they barked ferociously -after being locked in like wandering lambs.
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| Norma Boeckler photographed me and my supervisor at the dog park. |
