Free Fur All Friday - A Current as Well as Catch Up Edition

Sit back. Relax in your chair. Take a sip of your drink, a deep breath, and join me in retrospect...  as I savor my Thursday evening!

I had the house to myself, and I basked in the peaceful silence. There was no panting. No squeaking of toy. No thumping of tail. No commands. No "nos". No stepping or hopping over me. I mean...


I ate shortbread cookies in bed.And I penned poetry.


At my side, you'll see the Thesaurus. I've found that one can never recall enough succinct adjectives for wrong, shameful and unfair [some of my favorites: unethical, improper, shameful, unreasonable, grievous and mean].

From time to time, I also browse my Rhyming Dictionary. True poets such as myself would never lean on this tool, but sometime your noggin just can't come up with a rhyme for a critically descriptive phrase, like... "gas bowl". Hypothetically speaking... you understand.


And in my relaxed, pensive and utterly private state, I was also able to revel in The Real Housewives of New York City.

Please don't tell my the Mom. My indulgence in such debauchery, while allowed... is also discouraged. When I can, though... I bask in the RHW schedule. I find them all such a relaxing diversion from the emotionally charged dramas of  (1) Life with a Fabulous Puppy and (2) GRV-H [Golden Rescue Volunteer Houston].


Just saying.

Why did I have the house to myself, you ask?


Well, Thursday is the evening of  injustice. Figuratively, this is the time that the "gas bowl" goes on a huge adventure with my the Mom. And in real life, Reufus and the Mom go to Training at Dogwood on Thursday evening...

The Mom says she needs one other hand in training, and if she had a fourth... she could also take photos!


To satisfy her need to document the moments and also to attempt to avoid the poop call of Lesson One, the Mom walked the Reuf up and down the lush green lawn.

He sniffed. And he sniffed. He knew he had been there before. He grew a bit anxious, and he tried to piece it all back together.

He then looked to the Mom. "Where are we? What are we doing? Let's get this party started!"

Yeah Yeah Yeah... Whatever. I'm bored. So, more on the actual training session later.


Flash forward and join me here... today! Reuf is a little smelly today. And I feel a little sorry for him.

Yeah. I know he's 11 months old, but he's only been with us a little over two months... and since he was rescued as a stray, who knows what he was taught... or the extent love was shown to him.

He and I went out twice last night after his return. Reuf also drained the water bowl twice. He was a bit anxious at bedtime... not like any other night, but...


The Reuf had a number one accident sometime during the night. It was all cleaned up and disinfected before 530, and he was given a "spit bath". And once the Mom got home, the inequity continued... as Reufus got a big time full bath... and I did not!

He loved it... was proud of it. And he rocked it!

Good for The Reufus!
The Mom got excited...
As his feathers seemed to... FEATHER!

Check out the FLOOF!

The more the Mom paid attention to his south end, the more the Reuf tried to diminish... And I respect him for that!

I mean, come on... I get the whole 'hope his fur grows out pretty and nice' thing...

I also get that he had an accident in his kennel, and he has to have a bath...

But, really and truly... we need to document every feather??? Sigh... I guess so!

That said, we are rocking the fact that Reufus is relaxed... and tired!

The trainer says... "A tired boy is good boy." And "boy" is she right!!!

Tired and relaxed boy is also a great inspiration for tomorrow's training and activity cruise director! Just saying.


And frankly, I'm just happy clean, lavender smelling, sweet, slightly trained boy... has now gone to his bed!

Oh Oh... A word about the trolley.


It was on the brink of unfixability, but due to low mileage and overall condition... it is in the process of being restored. I'm told that the only reservations regarding repair were financial.

We are relieved, because the Mom is a huge fan of not having a trolley note. We are all relieved to know that we will have our trolley back in good time!!!

And now... Here is The Luke. One year ago today.
June 24, 2010

So much love in our hearts...