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...

Bleu Skies!

Chilly air, bright sunshine and beautiful BLEU skies make me feel...

Frisky!

Silly!

Rambunctious!

Full of mischief!

And Happy!

What fun I've had!!!

I wish these happy weekends would go on Forever. Forever is my favorite length of time!

Bleu Thursday

I'm not ashamed of the fact that I'm taller than most of my breed...  and I've been called the Yao Ming of Golden Retrievers. With most of our photos, it's hard to distinguish the size difference... but check this out!

My brother, the Luke [on the left, 74#] is the classic height/weight/shape of a male Golden Retriever. I'm much taller, but skinny [90#]. And I must carry at least 20# of fur weight! Ha! 

The difference in our sizes can be seen a bit here, too... as we position ourselves in a high traffic pathway!

Did I hear someone ask...
Where's the FLOOF???

Why... HERE IS THE FLOOF!!!

And here is my Freckle!

I know you are comparin sizes again...

But you know what they say...
Bigger the boy...

Bigger the Silly!!!

Snacking At The Buffet

Following a stressful overnight, today's long nap was particularly refreshing... so I was real happy to bust out into the back yard when the Mom came home!

Dark day, dark photo... Cute, but dark!

Light matters not to me. A goat is a goat!

I look repentant in this pitcher... but it is a misperception, on a counta I am not.

And speakin of NOT repentant... here is a video that the Mom filmed of us today...

I have lost count of the Mom's sleep quotient, but I know it is substantially less than what Luke and I logged after she left for work this morning. And that works out just fine for me, since napping is one of my most favoritest of hobbies!

And now I close with a wish for bleu and quiet skies... on a counta that's the thing the Luke is wishing for the most right now!

Another Monday...

I'm not sure what it all means, but Mondays are Treatment Days... and the Luke is whisked away without the normal breakfast fanfair that we traditionally share.

Once he has boarded the trolley, I am served my tasty breakfast. And I'll be honest, once my belly is happy and full, I usually lose track of the fact that I'm still home and the Luke is not...

But believe you me, by the time he strolls back in... I am ready to pat / sniff him down, because in the name of justice, it is only right that he explains his whereabouts for this entire day.


I am happy to have him home, though!!!

I'm keeping tabs on him. I know some days are different than others around here. I'm trying to be a sweet boy, but some times my ornery mischievous side overrules. Mostly though, I am just so happy to have Life return to normal...

Ahhh... And Praise all things Good, I am free of the cone!

You see, I've been trusted out side the cone of evil influence for the past few days... but knowing how nervous I am with change, Mom thought it prudent to adorn me with it this morning. She explained it to me by sayin... "The  last thing I want to see you adorned with is a raw hiney!"

Happy and cute... downright adorable really. According to the Mom, anyway!

And here is 50 seconds of sweetness...

Before leaving you, I would like to thank my dear friends... Scout & Freyja and their Mom... for the wonderful design that is unfolding on my little corner of the web! From the bottom of my heart, thank you for making this site truly reflect...