Still not a dog person…

I read or heard somewhere that dogs are pack animals and like to be with others.
That being said, our dog Bandit, does exactly what his name suggests, stealing everything in his path to run around with it and possibly cause people to run around trying to chase him to get said thing back from him. He may finally give it up if he is cornered or offered something he wants more or just because he is bored with having that thing, for now. In the process of being chased, he has run around the entire yard, through the dirt under the deck and gotten grass stains all over it. His most favorite thing to steal is pool towels because he can whip them around like long hair… Making that part up but that is what it looks like. We have to tell all our friends to put all their belongings in the shed so he doesn’t grab them and run.
I think another trait of dogs, especially Bandit, is running. He runs around with aforementioned items around the yard, runs around the yard to dry off after a dip in the pool AND the most annoying run he does is run away from us when coming in from the backyard. We have a gate to the backyard but the side door and porch are not behind that gate so if we open the gate for him to come in house, he needs to come out of gate and go around corner to get to the porch.  If you ever saw the movie “Up” you understand how distrcted dogs can be; “squirrel!”  Because of this, we usually will attach him to a leash to go around that corner because if he gets distracted, he will run after it or just down the street and over the neighbors yards. Well we have not learned our lesson because at times, Bandit is good and will go around that corner without incident but it is always when we are tired or late or already aggravated that he runs after something or nothing at all.
Last night at 11 pm, we were not amused when he did just that, got distracted by our outdoor cat, looked at D and made a break for it down the street. Dogs are quite fast. There was not catching up to him and i think he was playing a sadistic game of “hide and seek” because he disappeared for a while and didn’t move. We could not hear his tags jingling or see him running at all.
We went in the house planning to just leave him to his own devices until he found a way to knock on the door but then felt guilty that he might get hurt and we went back out to look for him, saps we are… He came home just as we drove down the street as if he was waiting for just that.

Weekly writing challenge: From Mundane to Meaningful – Waiting

Weekly Writing Challenge: From Mundane to Meaningful

I copied the title to see if I can make the blog as cool as the title.

My blogs seem to be quite mundane, I recently looked at my blogs and there seems to be a lot of complaining. I don’t like to complain but that is what seems to be on my mind lately.

I think I do complain about things that are meaningful in one’s life, family, jobs, purpose in life. Today I am not going to complain.

I am waiting this morning.

The waiting

It is a warm morning on the way to being a day hot in the 90’s. I am waiting until my favorite eyebrow threading placeopens up as I am looking a little like a chick with a unibrow. I brought my coffee outside and see all the things in my yard that need to be done. The lawn needs to be mowed. I remember one of the first times my father let me mow the lawn on the riding mower. I

This is not me

thought it was the coolest thing since the frisbee and I never realized that to him, I was doing his chore and it was a way he could get out of doing it.  He hated mowing the lawn. I know why because we had 3/4 of an acre in our whole lot and a pool. The pool seemed like a whole lot more work than our pool we have in the yard. BTW, I need to pick up that iced coffee cup from Dunkin Donuts I left on the patio yesterday.

Our dog is a mix breed dog that is hyper like a Jack Russell Terrier (but he isn’t one), and he doesn’t usually sit still. Today when I came out with the laptop, he is laying on the patio next to me listening to all the noises back here. I can’t believe how many birds and other animals you can hear. He jumps at nearly every one. At least he doesn’t run and hide like he does when the fireworks go off.

It is a regular jungle.  I definitely feel like I live with nature. (It might be the weeds growing in the yard that are nearly a foot.)

Back to the waiting… Maybe I am waiting for the sunflowers to bloom…

My lone Sunflower

I don’t get much time to sit by myself. I would like to make this a regular occurrence so I can come and write. What am I waiting for? An exciting event or day? I just need to learn how to write about it to make it exciting!