So ZORRO bought Bess a new snack....

It's a cookie....like an oreo...made with carob...here's how it went...

ZORRO: Bess, look at this, it's a cookie. Here's how you eat it.

He proceeds to twist the cookie, like you would an Oreo, and he shows her the 2 parts.

Bess: *waggin, smellin, smilin*

ZORRO: You lick this part, then you eat the rest.

Bess: *waggin, smellin and smilin*

ZORRO lays the 2 peices on the floor between her paws...she gobbles...and their gone.

ZORRO: You didn't even lick it!!! Let me show you again.

I think this could go on all night.

Canine communication

So Bess has taken to greeting me in the morning with a solid Haa-Haa (very breathy). When she feels indignant it's one solid HAAA!!! When she wants a snack it's Haa Urr Haa. So...does Bess talk? well...I understand her....so we communicate....and what I understand most is....she's spoiled rotten....and she's fat.

I'm turning into my husband.....

today I was putting some ground cloth down in a garden...and when I got the the end of the roll...the cardboard tube rolled out and I thought...."That's a good cardboard tube, I could use that".

Somebody save me from the packrat syndrome!

I just cleaned my silver service....

and goblets....with this lil dinky bottle of "FLITZ". I found it in the way back of my cupboard...and thought I'd try it....DANG....it's GOOD....I guess ZORRO was saving it from some past life...and I just discovered it...I usually use Wrights....and it's toil and trouble...seriously...takes all day to get the job done. This "FLITZ" goes on and off really quick and wow what a shine. Ima see if I can find some more of it.

If I sprinkle.....

Parmesan cheese on my popcorn, does it count as a serving of dairy?

Cougar?

Really? I'm a Cougar? I had to ask a friend what it meant. Oh no.....I'm NOT that. Young men are mistaken if they think I'm a Cougar. Ewww....just ewww....

Bug lights and tick bites.

Since the flood, we are just covered up in mosquito's here. It's been so wet, mowing is not a option, so the skeeters have full reign. ZORRO purchased a bug zapper from a local merchant and set it up near the pool area, as he is spending a lot of time there. Bess is afraid of the bug zapper. Oh woe is me....this big bad barking chow is a big fraidie-cat when the black light goes on. All night long, she's by the bed, panting, whining, and pawing. She needs therapy. She needs therapy bad.

Tomorrow is the last day of my meds for the Tick Fever. I've been about to go crazy in this house. I'm constantly looking for things to do. I've spent far too much time online and am dreaming about Bedazzle and Collapse. This morning I'm defrosting the freezer. The ice maker is down to just crushed ice, so a good defrost might get it all running normal.

I have ventured out a couple times during my fever. Did you know if you sit on the floor in Lowe's, everyone who walks by will ask it you're okay? Employee's and customers alike. I was asked a dozen times. And I was okay...just weary of waiting for ZORRO to shop.
I also went to OSD's (Oldest Step Daughter) for a birthday party for the 2 little boys, (Jason and Riley). It slap wore me out.

I hope to get my strength back soon...and get back to my gardens and fun in the sun (aka...yard work).

Peace...and be bug free.