In last Sunday’s (August 16, 2015) You Make Me Smile post, Jan said, “I liked the posts of yesteryear when she led you on some hilarious misadventures. Funny for us, not for you.”
I responded with “Oh trust there are still adventures, don’t count us out yet. “
These aren’t epic. Like her running off and getting her leash lodged under the concrete of a central air conditioning unit (Part 1, Part 2 )or walking into someone’s garage to check for food, or even knocking me into the street while she chased a leaf.
Still I hope these might be enough so you don’t count us out just yet.
Petals in the wind – Some of you may recall I was helping my sister care for my aunt who passed away in June. My sister (having cared for her for many years) and I sent a lovely bouquet of flowers to place in the casket.
After the service I brought the flowers home and placed them on my fireplace mantle, where I let them sit, and sit, and sit. Eventually as the flower petals dropped to the floor, I determined it was time to toss them.
I kept one flower. It was a yellow rose and I was drying it so I could press it. I set the flower on the dining room table, where it stayed. For about a month.
Last week I came home to find the stem and the ovary (I looked it up. Holy shit, who knew flowers had ovaries?) on the floor. The petals were gone, eaten by a hungry chocolate lab.
Two petals, the ovary and the stem, that’s all that’s left.
Thanks for eating Aunt Edie’s flower Delilah!
Here’s the big surprise. I didn’t even call the vet.
Sunday Funday – Sunday Hubby made breakfast. (It’s been a long time since he made breakfast and I was quite excited about it.) Of course, he was rushing to leave the house and so the pans and utensils sat on the stove where he left them.
I was running out myself and had seen Delilah eyeing the stove, so I moved what I thought was everything into the back of the sink, where I was certain she wouldn’t be able to reach them.
I ran to throw a quick load of laundry in, so it would be ready for the dryer when I got home. I stepped out of the laundry to discover this on the floor.
That’s my small, very sharp Santoku knife.
I siriusly checked her mouth for blood.
Breakfast of Champions – Yesterday she jumped backwards so high, she was able to get a lick of her food from her food bowl being held at about the five foot level.
Tempting Fate – Yesterday during our afternoon walk, I took her off-leash in the field. I held my hand out to her in the “wait” command and started walking away. I got about 15 feet away and she ran right up to me. Considering all the times she’s run in the opposite direction, I couldn’t be mad. Instead I treated her.
Three minutes later when we entered the woods, she took off down a trail the kids made. She stood on the rock, staring out at the great unknown, with all of it’s delicious and intriguing smells and noms.
“Don’t do it” I said.
She squatted and peed as if to say, I only had to pee, geez what’s your angst about?
Still with us Jan? We good? If not, check back with me on Thursday when I fill you in about our STOP command.
Finally, I’d like to send some love to my friend Sue at My Golden Life, her girl Callie went to the bridge yesterday, our hearts are with you my friend.
Run fast, run free Callie.
So very sorry Sue! My heart is sad for you! I know I will be inconsolable when my little man leaves me!
Thanks Delilah for letting your mom keep just one precious memory of our beloved Aunt Edie (NOT!) I hope it tasted good!
Glad to hear some nonsense is still happening. Sometimes I think you humans just start to see our naughtiness as normal and don’t even think of posting about it. That has happened a bit with Bailie but she has possibly started to mature, so some of the naughtiness may disappear!
BOL Can’t help but be happy Delilah is still Delilah 🙂
Thank you, Jodi! You’ve been there for me through these last few weeks (and so much more that I haven’t written about). I could never find the right words to tell you how much I appreciate and treasure you and our friendship.
I love all your “tidbits” of your adventures with Delilah – and Sampson!!
Gosh, it’s good to know that Delilah is still up to her usual antics. Luke stole a stick of butter right out of the butter dish last week. My hubby thought it was far enough back on the counter when he left it unattended….
I think my favorite Delilah story that I have never forgotten was when she stole all that chicken out of the kitchen sink.
I’m so sad for Sue, I really hoped she would have more time with Callie.
What naughtiness! You would think you were living with my two youngest collies, Kori and Scarlett! BOL!
Sometimes mischief is a really good sign. When normally we’d be ripping our hair out when it occurs, we then sign in huge relief at it.
Oh yeah, the girl still has it and so does Jodi.
Bahahahahaha! I love Delilah. It’s like a battle of wits with her. You think you’ve gotten everything cleaned up and she finds the one thing just close enough to reach to prove you wrong.
OK the knife would have given me a heart attack – doesn’t it make you wonder how she got it onto the floor? I love all of your misadventures, they really remind me of how silly life really is. Things happen, but being able to find the humor in it makes it so much easier to handle. We had our own little adventure today in the yard. On the way back from getting the mail Laika spotted some turkeys before I did – they were so close I didn’t have a chance to tell her to come here before she’d pinned one down. I heard a bunch of hissing (yeah turkeys hiss apparently, who knew?) and some feathers flying, and as I approached Laika was still pinning the poor bird down. Fearing the worst I picked it up to see if she’d hurt him – to my surprise he looked unharmed. So of course Laika is flipping the frak out because I’ve got her lovely prize in my arms – she’s jumping up at me and whining.. I didn’t want to give it back and since it was young I knew it wasn’t going to be able to fly (or roost) away so I carried the thing all the way back home (our driveway is really long). It took me 5 minutes to trick Laika to get her ass into the garage so I could let the bird go. Anyways the bird was fine, ran off hissing into the sunset. But yeah I got to hold a turkey for the first time.
That Delilah is such a character…lol. Hope she learned a knife is not for her.
oh no not the rose, my gang will carry knives around and they too are lucky and haven’t gotten cut.
Oh Jodi, I can always count on you and D-dog to bring life into sharp focus. Thanks for the smile. Ear scratches for Delilah. 🙂