To BEE or Not To BEE- ( NOT TO BEE) Says Misty!
ANOTHER MISTY POST!!!!
There is no justice around here. HWTHSBO ( he who thinks he should be obeyed) seems to have finally got the place I eat in some sort of order. SHMBO ( she who must be obeyed) has decided to put my food and water bowl in a different place and HWTHSBO keeps banging into it- what does
rendering the air blue
mean? I heard “the old one” saying that the last time he hit it and the water went everywhere.
And how is any of this MY fault?
To make matters worse SWMBO has planted all these flowers everywhere and sighs at all the critters they bring in – Doesn’t SWMBO understand that all this food and water just attracts these critters.
I try to get rid of them for her- I chase them , snap at them and sometimes catch them but am I appreciated NO!
You have to come at them with the sun behind you – they can’t see you then
I put my very nose into danger time and time again and still all I hear is MISTEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!, -same old story .
I have been wounded in the course of my duty by a particularly ferocious yellow and black flying thing, he was all over SWMBO flowers doing goodness knows what . Even though I braved the pain to chase it away all I got for my troubles was some smelly stuff on my wounded eye and a
Hurmmppphhhhh!!!!!! No Justice!
ED NOTE: Those who have followed this blog know that Misty was my son Chris’ dog. She was supposed to leave with him when he got married ( that was the deal) however when Hodgkin’s was diagnosed it was felt it would be better for Misty to live here until after treatments etc were finished.
That wasn’t to be and Misty now keeps us company. She is a daft dog but has been a wonderful companion , especially to Chris’ father. She never leaves his side and he has more than once nearly fallen over her. She is very protective of him and on more than one occasion has come to find me when he is in a bad way .
She senses something is not right in this household and will not enter Chris’ old room – when I am in there she will lay on the landing looking in but does not venture across the threshold and I think if she could cry she would- I know if you speak his name out loud she will run to the door . Maybe not such a daft dog after all. (Loraine )