7:0o ish Am
And of course that means it was a three dog night. But the beasts let me sleep until 5:30 which was kind of them. Watching three active dogs when you’re by yourself is a bit tough….I don’t recommend it if watching dogs is not your primary planned activity for the day. I am going to send them downstairs and tell them I’m going to work and hide up in my office. That should work as along as I don’t move!
At the moment, Sasha is curled beside me, and Nix and Cricket are playing alligator by the bed. As long as they stay on the floor and the game doesn’t flow up to the mattress and back down, or move to the stairs, I can leave them to it. Sasha is the quiet one who follows me around so far this weekend. Although she is herd-mother, and so her back is to me and she is watching the alligators. In envy? Before Cricket, she would have been playing with the Nix and now she is somewhat sedentary. Or, if it’s not that she’s a bit jealous, is her careful stare designed to protect me? Who knows, but whatever she is doing, she is doing it with border-collie intensity.
They’ve gone downstairs and are barking at something. Sash went to go investigate. I best follow.
9:30 AM
The hang upstairs ruse worked for finishing my story edits for an anthology I hope to be in. It did not work for a morning nap. After much whining on the littlest border collie’s part, I drug myself downstairs and let them race up and down the fence line. This is a dog thing – my old dog, Max, used to do that all day (around a 5 acre fence). And now I’m back at work, this time on presentation prep.
7:15 PM
Everyone’s fed. I finished my PowerPoint (endless frustration getting the dumb program to play and embed a YouTube video on three computers, but I prevailed!) Then playing outside with beasts. Then I snuck off to go shopping, and made up for abandoning them by bringing some cooked chicken home for their dinner. Now they are back to being alligators on the stairs. I can’t figure out how to take all three of them to the dog park, so we may do one at a time walks.
Best go.
8:15
Crickey was scared to death of a loud pile of kids three houses down, but I didn’t lose her. She almost slipped her collar! Sasha acted all casual until she got within a few feet of the nice neighbor man we talk to almost daily and then she went barky-mad. Nix walked about and greeted everyone with her tail up and her head up…looking as pretty as she knows she is.
