Rox and I kicked back for a while today the beach was ours for the taking.
Later Bones and Jesse met up and took us for a walk on the Ellwood bluffs, another dog friendly zone in Goleta.
This morning Bones read the side effects of my medicine to me I could have done without that information. I choose to believe I am not part of the 10% of dogs that have the problems they mentioned.
Because once again I was up and at em way before bones was feeling like cruising.
Its simple really, Roxy and I lick his hands, make him pet us,and try to nudge him into consciousness.
If that doesn't work we start a tandem whimper which builds to a much louder grumbling. It is like thunder and lightning. I forget which comes first, but the thunder always works. He is useless before his first cup of coffee. This seems to be an important human ritual.
Later Jesse and Bones went to a movie. Bones loves to hang out with his youngster, it revitalizes him. He much appreciates when Megan shares her Jesse time. He and I love Megan, she is the best.
They saw a movie called Inception. How I know this is when they got back to the truck (finally) they ignored us and raved about the movie. We heard about the stars, the plot, the action, the director, they loved it.
On a scale of 4 paws being the best and 1 paw being the worst, I have to say from the extensive review we were subjected to, this was a 4 paw movie.
Roxy went home with Jesse I was kind of sad but I had chicken for dinner so everything is fine.
As to yesterdays post ,I guess some humans like to see other humans in the buff. Bones wants to thank the commenter and yes, turns out that was him playing frisbee in the old days on the very same beach. He too has fond memories of those days and said something like if I only knew then.
Tell someone you care about how much you appreciate them. Love to you and yours.
So, last night my human let me escape out the back door while she was distracted at the barbecue. BTW, I don't have a name for my human, like you do, Bones... have to think about that one. Well, I do call her different names at different times, now that I think about it. Well, last night she was "spacey girl" and as she moved through the slider door, I slipped right through her legs and was FREE! Problem is, and I am reluctant to admit this, but I am not the cat I used to be. Age has a way of doing that... Nowadays, I go out and sometimes can't find my way home...don't ya just hate that when it happens? Anyway, somehow I got all turned around, ended up in the riverbed, then on the golf course, then in a few people's backyards that have dogs that like to chase me.... not to mention the racoons and the pack of coyotes, oh my! -- and pretty soon I didn't know where I was or how to find my way home. I heard spacey girl roaming the area calling my name, but by this time I was a petrified that if I meaowed back, those dogs or racoons would see me, so instead I just hid. I heard her get in her car (I know her car sound because I wait by the front window for it to pull in the driveway everyday) and drive around, but I was still frozen in fear to show myself. A little while later she was out again with the flashlight, trying to call me, but also not to wake the neighbors who surely would have called the cops because by this time it was after midnight. I felt bad, but what is a scaredy cat to do? Finally, I think she went to bed... and I feel bad because I knew she felt bad.... I waited and waited, and about 4:30 AM I finally figured it was safe to try and make my way home. Luckily, she had left her windows and doors open so she could hear me if I returned, and boy did I let her have it as I HOWLED for her to pleeeeze let me in. She was so glad to see me, even though she had only slept a few hours. She gave me a special snack, and I cudded up with my brother and sister under the covers and was so happy to be home, safe, in bed where I belonged. She, on the other hand, tossed and turned and finally got up and made a super big pot of coffee -- she calls it her Major Dick, but I think she means Major Dikenson's. So, there she was, trying to wake up after 4 hours sleep, and yes, I felt bad, but OH SO GOOD to be in that warm bed. Before I drifted off, spacey girl reminded me of two quotes, both by Bernard Shaw. First, "Youth is wasted on the young". That quote she has been thinking a lot about lately. The second, though, makes more sense to me under the present circumstances, and I will close with that: "A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing."
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