Category: Golightly Dogs

Tilly turns four today! 

Well.  We’ve guessed that today would be her birthday.  She was a rescue pup, so there’s no telling for sure.

This is how she looks at me when I work at my desk within an hour of walk time.  "Mama," says she, "let’s go play in the woods."  My dogs have me well-trained, so I go.

I had a cup of coffee and my final issue of Real Simple (love the magazine, just trying to simplify the number that I read) out on the deck, Tilly on the chaise with me.  Neal was in a nearby chair reading brochures about dog foods we might want to start feeding the girls.  Up he hopped, grabbed his dog for a close inspection.  I jumped up, started and freaked out by what was revealed:  a sore spot on our girl’s back.  I’ve spared you a picture, and I’ll spare you a vivid description, but this spot must be the size of a quarter.  A quick trip to the vet got us a topical spray to help it heal and also let us know that it’s nothing to worry about.  For me, it was reason 17 for not wanting kids–I can’t bear to see my dogs injured, hurting, unhappy…imagine if they were little humans?  It was startling in part because we both spend a lot of time petting our dogs.  Not only is this a show of our affection for the dogs, but also an opportunity to check for any bumps or bugs. 

And, for the Kafkaesque K, I’ve got to confirm her review.  Deadwood is intense.  I’m only on the second episode, and I don’t know how I’m going to wait for Netflix to send the next dvd.  I think this is to 2006 for me what Sex in the City was for 2005.

When the weather is nice, we all wait on the deck for Neal to arrive home.  Tilly is particularly watchful.

Any Tilly twins out there? 

Maddie (and yes, she’s sticking out her tongue) has a twin.  Go look.

Maddie is a mutt of unknown parenting.  She was an orphan.  She couldn’t tell me who her mom and dad were.  The vet figured on a border collie, and I’ve added about every dog to the mix.  She’s all nose like a beagle.  There’s something about her that resembles a giant rat terrier.  Ok, she’s just a mutt, but I was so tickled (I actually teared up) to see another dog that looks JUST like my girl.

…wants you to remember to stop and smell the flowers.

Neal had a court date today, so he left the house looking mighty dashing.  I decided to dabble a little in law myself when I saw this criminal evidence. It’s a patch of dug grass.  The defendent, Ms. Madrid Mulligan, a.k.a. Maddie, pled not guilty.  Her defense attorney, Auntie MB, stated for the court that Ms. Mulligan was expressing her desires to participate in the landscape design of her home, further, that she was bored by all the rain, and finally, it could have been Ms. Tilly Two-Tone who committed the crime.

The evidence against her was too strong, though. After a prompt and sound scolding, Ms. Mulligan was set free. 

She was not remorseful, I’m sorry to report.