A Bop on the Nose

Cyndi:  This is the scene from our back steps last Tuesday as the sun went down.  Wet, foggy, but so pretty.

Buddy:  Pretty?  You can say that because you didn't have to go out in it to pee.

Cyndi:  Speaking of pee, why did Marcus come home from your walk tonight smelling like poop?

Buddy:  That's an unusual story.  Are you sure you want to hear it?

Cyndi:  Of course!  I think.

Buddy:  You know how hyper Marcus is.  He's such a baby, he always has to have something in his mouth, so he kept chewing up all our leashes on our walks.  Jan finally broke him of it and he hasn't bothered my new leash for two or three months.  She was going to replace Merci's duct taped leash next.

Cyndi:  That isn't answering my question.

Buddy:  Actually it is.  You've read what Jan posted on our blog Saturday about Marcus and those two dogs that tried to start a fight.  (Rescued)  Marcus puts on a brave act but he's actually timid and insecure, which is why he's crated when Jan isn't here.  He was so hyped and nervous on our way home that he ground my leash between his teeth and now my leash has holes in it.

Cyndi:  I still don't see any connection.

Buddy:  Hang on.  I'm getting to the point.  Marcus has reverted to his leash chewing habit. On our walk tonight, she caught Marcus grinding new holes in my leash.  She didn't have an extra hand to stop him, so she bopped (oops, I thought bop meant a light tap) him on the nose with something soft - the bag of poop she was holding.  Guess what happened?

Cyndi:  Oh, no!

Buddy:  Yep, the bag broke.  Marcus looked down at the mess, then up at Jan and said, "I didn't make that mess. I'm not cleaning it up."

Cyndi:  So who did?

Buddy:  Jan, of course.  That's what we pay her to do.

Cyndi:  I didn't know we pay her.

Buddy:  We don't, not in cash, but we keep her busy and give her lots of stories to tell her friends.

Cyndi:  I don't think she's going to be telling her friends the poop bag story.

Buddy:  Neither do I.  That's why we're telling it for her.

Over te Horizon

Rusty:  Why are we posting this picture?

Micah:  That's what the sky looked like at sundown a week ago yesterday.

Rusty:  Oh, yeah, beautiful reds and yellow against black.

Micah:  Well, that's  how Jan said she feels today.

Rusty:  I'd hate to be the one to break it to her but she must be colorblind.  She's more apt to be black and blue than red and yellow.

Micah:  No, I don't mean she feels colorful.  It's been a busy week and she's very, very tired.  Something about at the end of the day the sun drops over the horizon and -

Rusty:  And Jan wants to drop over there, too?  You do know she's terrified of heights, don't you!

Micah:  Yes, I know that, but what she wants is to fall into bed for a good long rest.

Rusty:  You know what that means, don't you?

Micah:  Yes, it means she's turning off the alarm and we're all going to get some extra peace and quiet around here tonight.

Rusty:  I'll go check the status of the food bowls and then warm up Jan's pillow..  You can go organize the others to make sure Buddy's steps are beside the bed and his quilt waiting for him.  The dogs need to take a quick run outside.  And don't forget to make sure the night light is on so Jan doesn't fall over her own feet in the dark.  Did I forget anything?

Micah:  Yes, you forgot to say please.

UPDATE: Yes, we put Jan down for a long winter nap but she has already popped back up again. In our haste we misspelled "the" in the title.  (How does one misspell the?)  We are just discovering the mistake - 12 hours after it published - so correcting it would only cause a whole new set of problems.  Have a good laugh.  Your turn will come.  :)


We are joining the Pet Parade hosted by Rascal and Rocco, Basil the Bionic Cat, Barking from the Bayou and Owned by a husky.