Friday, June 24, 2011

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...

5 comments:

Sheila and Bob said...

Bleu,
Well you were really feeling the old
Kugelschreiber (that's pen in German).
Just wanted to throw that in because you seemed to be wearing your intellectual robe during the first part of your blog today. You are a very multi faceted Golden.
Tell the Reufus , we know accidents do happen, just move on.
The Reufus feathering is coming in quite beautifully, not up to your standard yet , but improving.
Glad to hear the Trolley is getting fixed, but the upside down photo gave us a start, thought I had fallen our of my chair and landed upside down on the floor.
Glad to see the photo of The Luke in your blog, it is a very nice touch..
Hamish & Sophie

The Thundering Herd said...

Somehow, with the guidance and love of The Bleu and The Mom, we think The Reuf wil be a well trained boy someday soon.

houndstooth said...

I think there's hope for the Reuf, and maybe even for the Mom to get over her feather obsession! I love poetry! You have to share some of yours with us sometime!

What great news about the trolley! I hope you have it back soon.

Bunny

♥I am Holly♥ said...

Bleu, what a wonderful post!! We love you and the Reufus and it seems that the tail is getting more feathers!!! Here's more love for The Luke who we will love forever in our hearts and look to his star to see him. Lots of love, Debbie & Holly

Siku Marie, White Dog said...

Sometimes it is just nice to have "The Bleu" time alone and private. Hope is was as refreshing as Reufus' bath.

Training is a process and it seems he is walking the journey well. It is cool that his trainer is an Amy Tan fan, the quote about a tired dog being a good dog is from Saving Fish From Drowning...one of momma's favs.