Sweet Girl

This is my sweet, sweet girl, Sienna. She's such a pretty girl. Such a sweet girl. Such an easy going girl. She just happens to be not very bright. I know, how can I say that about my little darl'n? I can because it's true.

Once you get past the laundry on the clothes line do you see the rope that is going behind her and looks like she is going to strangle? Do you see how she looks torchured and desperate? Well...she's not. She isn't even really caught on anything. If she would have just walked off the deck her nightmare entanglement would be gone. [sigh] Poor thing. As pretty and sweet as she is, she has just never grasped the idea of pulling slightly on her leash or rope.

I can actually consider this a positive aspect of her personality. It means she won't pull me when I'm walking her. It means she won't frantically pull the deck off the house trying to chase a bird or a cat or a deer or another dog or a horse or a muskrat or a turkey...OK maybe that's not true since the incident I try to forget at my sister's farm a couple of years ago...



She decided to chase down the poor turkeys who were just hanging out. I couldn't believe it! She actually climbed a fence to try and catch one of the poor buggers. (no turkeys were fatally injured in this fiasco)

As long as she has a rope attached to her collar (even if it's not attached to anything else) she is quiet and won't run away chasing her dreams of being some kind of a hunting dog. If she happens to be rope free that's another story. This sweet girl of mine has chased down a rat and killed it. She's discovered a snake in our basement and quickly let me know she wasn't happy, and as long as we lived in that house I made her go into the basement and search every corner of it before I would head down to the bottom of the stairs to do the laundry. She has scrapped with a muskrat that lived under our deck the first year we moved into our current home....All of these incidents just happened to take place while Wally was away. So, basically, when I'm on my own she summons her inner Cujo and turns into a protector. When Wally's home, she turns into mush.

It's OK Sienna. I understand. You are who you are, and at this point nothing's gonna change!

Past Times

I couldn't resist taking this shot of Sienna doing what seems to be her favourite thing. We discovered many years ago, that this dog could watch TV for hours as long as the program contains any type of animal or bird. It can be two legged, four legged, birds, fish, wild life, most anything except the human kind.

Apparently dogs aren't supposed to be able to see TV, and I even think some TV program said that if your dog could watch TV that meant they were, well, ummm, not very intelligent (I'm being polite here - they weren't so kind). Well Sienna, I support you in your past time. Whatever floats your boat.

As for me, I pass the time by playing on the computer mostly. That would explain my very large, albeit flat, behind. This time of year I can be seen close by Sienna, with Lily cuddled in, glaring at the tube and all the new programming. That may explain my very large behind too.

Here's a little Wednesday eye candy.

I'm now awaiting a phone call that says I need to go pick up hubby who is again arriving home for a few days.

It's a new month. It's going to be a good month, I can feel it. It's hump day today, and I'm looking forward to tomorrow already.