The faculty of making stupid discoveries by accident. The name of my first Fantasy Football Team. Neither of which have anything to do with this blog. I just like the word. Deal with it !!!!!!
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A missing box of donuts.
Farley, the Bernese Mountain Dog; Bosco, the Chocolate Lab and Maggie, the – well we are not real sure of her parentage, but she is cute.
Farley belongs to a friend and we were “dog sitting” for the weekend. On Sunday afternoon I took mom and dad out for a drive and to pick up some groceries. I placed the box of donuts in the centre of the dining room table, sitting on top of something which put it a good 9 – 15 inches above the surface of the table. I also strategically placed the chairs around the table so access to the donuts was limited to say the least.
Upon returning home, the first thing I saw when we walked into the dining room was a torn up box on the floor. There was also a smear of blueberry filling across the floor. Farley was nowhere to be seen, hiding upstairs. Bosco was trying to suck the last bit of grease out of a piece of the cardboard box. Maggie, meanwhile was lurking in the background…
After some forensic investigation and DNA testing on the torn box pieces it can now be revealed that it was Farley who was the main culprit in this case. It would also seem as though Maggie didn’t get any of the donuts – she is pretty little and was in all likelihood totally shut out from participating in the pig out.
Also, after interviewing some friends of Farley’s it would seem that she has a thing for donuts and can smell them out a mile away. So it is my conclusion that the Case of the Missing Donuts has now been successfully solved.
Now if I could only find my shoes…
For any of you that read this blog on a regular basis you know that I can be very “wordy” for days on end and then nothing for a while. Sorry about that but sometimes life takes the fun out of well, life! I can blather on about most subjects, and tend to at most times LOL. But the last little while has been a bit difficult for me to muster up the energy required to sit down and have the discipline to do much more than answer email and play a couple of games before hitting my pilow at night. After finally getting over the nasty stomach bug we all had I was hit with a upper respiratory infection of sorts. Probably just the garden variety – but enough to set me back once again. I will have the “type” confirmed later today at the Doctor’s but at least I am able to get out of bed and function for more than a couple of minutes at a time. I am sure that I did not feel as bad the last week as I did when the chemo was killing me. For a couple of days my sense of taste, smell and my balance was way off. I couldn’t even smell the Vicks Vapo Rub that I was wearing and some of it was right under my nose LOL. But that was then and this is now and it’s time for an update.
First off – Jean had her surgery yesterday and is home and resting as comfortable as can be expected. She will not find out anything for at least 2 weeks when she returns for her post-op check up. I would like to thank all of you who visited and took to heart what I had said and granted my request. I am sure that it has helped and I look forward to reporting that all is well.
Landlord Man is here today and he is granting me access to the big living room. He is most humble these days. This morning he told me that he actually has to look for a job – he hasn’t worked in 15 years – Awwww muffin – welcome to the real world. Sorry – I could almost feel sorry for him if he wasn’t such an ass. He also told me that his wife has had to get a job – again….awwww.
Mom and dad are doing ok. The case worker was here last week and starting next week I will have some help. Monday mornings for an hour, Wednesday all day when they go to a Day Program and then Friday afternoons will be covered so I can go out and get some stuff done. I am looking forward to having some time off.
We are back to BINGO on Thursday afternoons and both have their weekly groups to attend. Mom is going to her’s this afternoon and Dad will be at his Thursday morning. This Thursday we will be celebrating Ivy’s 83rd birthday complete with Cake and Ice Cream, Candles and presents. No, not 83 candles – the fire dept is busy that afternoon so we will stick to one LOL.
Much has been written lately and the talk shows are having a field day about the Derogatory remarks made on a FOX broadcast about the Canadian Military. Ya know what people, get over it – it was FOX and that says it all right there. This is the same network that spawned (for lack of a better word) Bill O’Reilly and Ann Coulter. Like I said – it’s FOX. Consider the source and move on. There are some people who never, in a million years and with all the information available will think of Canada in any other terms than they do so you have choices. Mute, change the channel, refuse to watch the network. It is too late for apologies or retractions – what’s done is done. There are more important things to worry about – like for instance -BRINGING HOME OUR TROOPS. OK, nuff said.
Dancing with The Stars is once again proving to be some good TV in an otherwise lacklustre season. My favourite is of course, the pairing of Tony and Melissa. I really like Shaun too. She is just so cute and they make a cute little couple. For 17 years old she is proving to be a contender.
Bosco is Bosco and always will be. He never changes except maybe when he steps on the scale LOLOLOL. Its ok, he’s still my boy and I love him to death. I amthinking about getting a cat too. I miss Spooky and Bosco really loved having a playmate even if that playmate swiped at him for no good reason other than they were in the same space LOL. There are always cats available for adoption at the Vet’s so we will see the next time I am there .
The sun is out but it is still in the minus numbers here but supposed to warm up over the next week. Most of the snow is gone but there are still spots where the sun doesn’t hit that have some snow – like my front lawn but the coming rain will wash all that away and it will be srping. FINALLY!
Have a great week.
How could anyone mistreat an animal, especially one this cute?
This is my “baby” Bosco. I got him from a woman who had rescued him from a Lab Rescue Shelter. He was 15 months old when I got him in 2003. The people who had him originally had, since the day they got him, kept him in a cage. No walks, no playtime – he ate, slept and did his doggy business in that cage. Why they had ever gotten a pet was beyond me, but I was thankful for the turn of events that got him to me. The woman I got him from had gotten a new job and was moving from a house in Kitchener to an apartment in Toronto and thought it unfair for him to be in an apartment. I could tell from speaking with her that she loved this dog, but she couldn’t keep him. I picked him up on Saturday, brought him home on Sunday. He has been my “baby” ever since. He is truly my best friend. We had some issues when he first got here but happily they have been resolved. He still doesn’t like it when I go out. He could have people around him 24/7 and it still wouldn’t be enough for him. He is very social and I have only ever seen him growl once and that was at another dog that used to cut across the front lawn on a daily basis. The dog in question was a nasty dog – he didn’t like anyone, animal or human except his owner – and his owner wasn’t the most likeable person either.
Bosco or Boo as I like to call him (don’t ask why because I don’t know) runs this house. He has me trained – but more importantly he has dad trained too. My father and Boo have a bond that is unbreakable. Additionally Boo likes to sleep on mom and dad’s bed. This isn’t too much of a problem when mom is sleeping but dad has been known to sleep in the chair beside the bed as not to disturb the sleeping dog. LOLOLOLOL. But, it was Boo’s bed before mom and dad moved in so I guess he has squatter’s rights. I always tell dad, just kick him off the bed but dad won’t. I tell ya, the dog gets away with everything LOL.
He likes to sit under the dinner table – either with his head on my knee if he thinks he is going to get some of my dinner. If I tell him to “go away” he does – straight over to the other side and puts his head on dad’s knee because he KNOWS he is going to get something to eat no matter what. Mom is a little more cautious handing over her food – she loves to eat as much as the dog does. It is always a test of wills to see how long it takes for her to hand over a bite of something. She eventually does but not before she has made it known that she has been goaded into it. I have always said that if my mom or my dog stop eating there is a problem going on. Boo likes everything but lettuce and dill pickles but if either are on a sandwich or a burger he will happily scarf them down. His most favourite thing is kielbasa. I am not sure why but he will do just about anything for a chunk of it. And I don’t know how, but he can always tell which bag it is in when I bring home the groceries.
All this eating has made him a little portly – ok, more than a little. This wouldn’t be too much of a problem but he likes to think he is a lap dog…and he has a habit of jumping on me in the mornings to wake me up. When I first brought him home I was still working. The alarm would go off and I would hit the snooze button. No snoozing for Bosco – it was time to get up. If I didn’t get up immediately he would stand up and then flop on top of me. That got me up pretty quick. I call him my Slim Fast Diet Failure Poster Boy.
When I was diagnosed with cancer I was worried about what would happen to Bosco while I was in the hospital and recovering. I would be gone from home for at least 6 weeks and then when I returned would be heading out for Kingston weekly for another 6 weeks. Additionally there was no way I could risk him jumping or flopping on me after major surgery. My brother Jim and his family agreed to take Bosco in while I was away. The day I left him at Jim’s was one of the saddest days ever in my life. I had always promised Bosco I would never leave him. It was a deal we made with each other when I first brought him home. As I left Jim’s that day, crying, I told him “Mommy would be home soon”. I hated lying to him – he was my buddy – and at that point I didn’t know if I would ever see him again…
When I finally got to pick him up almost 6 months later I thought he would have forgotten me or at least been very mad at me for leaving him but he didn’t/wasn’t. He was as happy to see me, as I was to see him. But, he couldn’t understand why he couldn’t sleep with me right away. I was still undergoing my final 2 chemo rounds and was pretty sick. Boo would sit at my bedside and the minute I moved his ears would pick up and he would look at me as if to ask if I was ok. There were days when I was not ok – days that I wished it would all be over, I was that sick. He would follow me to the bathroom and sit outside the door. If I cried (and there were days…) he would sit his head on my lap as if he were crying with me. I couldn’t walk him, but my nephew Alex would come over every morning and take him to the beach.
I truly believe that Bosco saved my life. Without him, I would have probably given up fighting but I knew if I did he would again be “abandoned” and that was not going to happen.
I love my dog and in return my dog loves me – unconditionally. Even when I scold him he looks at me with those big eyes and I am instantly smiling and laughing again. I can’t stay mad at him – look at that face. I have been told that he has human eyes – and he does. Somewhere in there is a human soul.
I would lay down my life for my dog and I know in my heart he would do the same for me.