Archive for the ‘Argos’ Category

I know that am in the minority, but I don’t like Halloween.

For one, I am a huge scaredy cat. I can’t read or watch anything even remotely scary because it goes on in my imagination, haunting me. I also hate costumes and dressing up. Even as a kid. Or maybe because of those costumes we had to wear as kids with those awful plastic masks… ech.

But it isn’t all horrible. I love pumpkins – carving them and eating pumpkin-y baked goods. I also love candy. All of those ‘fun sizes’ are just irresistible.

Today’s post is a look back to the only time I have ‘dressed up’ the pets, thanks in large part to my husband who thought it would be cute to try out the reindeer antlers on the pets.

Let’s take a look

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Sophie is our Official Bus Watcher. She has been faithfully on the job for 9 years now.

The Greyhounds have learned so much from Sophie; how to wait politely for treats, how nice it is to greet people in the park (and get petted!), how much fun walks are. And this is no different. Again, Sophie teaches the hounds how to take care of their humans.

A typical school day

And now the day can begin…

My pets and the story of their game of musical beds continues.

Argos, in particular, requires cushy comfort wherever he is. Want to calm him down in a new situation? A loud gathering? A boat on the water? Throw a bed down. Ahhhhh! He goes right to it, and gets comfy. He was even gifted his very own special bed by my friend.

Not to worry – we have several pet beds, but not one in every room. I lug the beds around depending on where we are going to settle for a bit. But sometimes I forget. Sometimes we are in a room… without a dog bed.

Argos acts insulted, sighing heavily a few times, pacing around, doing some turns before giving up and laying on the carpet. Oh, the things he must endure. Argos will stay in a room with a dog bed instead of joining the rest of us without a dog bed. Until he can resist it no longer.

Because of this, he sometimes gets beat for the best spot, as what happened the other day. Purl wasted no time getting in on the comfy-ness.

Today was the first day of school.

Sweet Sophie, as she has done for the last 9 years, resumed her position by the window to watch for the school bus. She started this job shortly after we adopted her, waiting for the bus at the end of the driveway that would take kids to kindergarten and first grade.

A few years later, that became not so cool, waiting for the bus with your mom. So Sophie and I resumed position in the house; me with a friendly wave to the driver, and Sophie with an eagle eye on the kids and the bus.

Today it was the first day of 7th and 8th grade. Time flies! Sophie still feels the need to watch for the kids and the bus.

This year, Sophie had a bus-watching apprentice. Purl was quite excited to see what the fuss was all about.

Argos, as usual, had some napping to catch up on. But he cares, too. In his own Argos-like way.

I have not been very regular with this, but I am going to try to do a weekly Wordless Wednesday. When I remember, and when I realize it is indeed Wednesday.

More info about WW on my first WW post. Click on the tag link below to see this archive as it grows.

Here is today’s photo. Your captions needed.

Another vacuum day, beds piled up on top of each other. Argos lucked out with the ‘double bed’ a while ago, but this time Purl seized the opportunity.

Quincy is about a year and a half now, and always keeps us on our toes.

Last week, sometime during the night, Quincy commandeered the dog biscuit container and spent the morning vomiting up dog biscuit gruel. This morning, the tummy trouble was some string (ACK! – My biggest fear with him is eating string or yarn and developing a linear foreign body needing surgical intervention.)

breathe – breathe – breathe

Of course in Quincy’s world, everything is simple.

He is either slumbering on the choice bed in the house:

Or he is perfecting his all purpose innocent look: