Day 87 - Monday (Day off, for Finster):
This morning Finster was quite stiff from yesterday's events. He wasn't too active for the morning fetch. Erica got to "watch" Finster for today :)
A quick summary of Erica's day goes something like this:
Sat on deck with Finster, he was bored, ate some egg shells, got yelled at a bit, got muddy in the woods, ate some coal, smushed some flowers, burned his ear on the chimenea and spent some time in crate.
If she wants to expand the summary she can.
In the evening I had a bit of a headache so I laid down with the puppy as he ate his bone.
Today's link a crazy web cam of a bald eagle, cool stuff.
Monday, March 27, 2006
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What a waste of bandwidth! I was counting on this entry for some entertainment for the day...oh well
Steve
So yesterday Finster and I hung out. It was so nice outside that we went out and walked around the yard and out back in the woods for a while. Finster tried to drink all the water out of the creek and out of some mud puddles just for good measure. He managed to get covered in mud. We also watched a bee pollinating the snowdrops in the woods. Sure sign of spring! Well, I watched the bee and Finster lumbered around like an oaf. Then we went up and sat on the deck in the sun. I worked on the laptop and Finster chewed on a bone and tried to sneak over to my garden to get at the eggshells there when I wasn't looking. My poor crocuses had already suffered under his gigantic paws enough so I made him stay on the deck with me. He moped around after that. Later on we came outside again and he saw the neighbor's dog and gave a few silent barks. Not sure what fake barking accomplishes but whatever. Then I was chilly so I lit a fire in the chimenea. Finster ambled around the deck and acted bored out of his mind but still resisted all of my attempts to play with him. He kept sneaking off the deck while I was reading and out to my front garden, where he found some nice lumps of coal and chewed on them quite proudly. Eventually he started snuffling around the chimenea and I thought "Do I really have to tell him to get back from this contraption with flames in it? Is he really that dim?" Yes. Yes he is. He now has a nice singe mark on his ear from where he stood and let the hot chimenea scorch his fur. Moral of the story: Don't let me babysit your children!
Lol, nice, my poor baby is a jeanyous, just not around fire.
Finster sounds pretty normal to me. The barking I just don’t get it. I just never bark. Damaging and destroying flower beds, pulling bushes out by their roots, grabbing flower pots and taking off on a run across the yard spreading the dirt and flowers from one end of the yard to the other, I understand completely. Those big paws of his can do damage with no intention to do so. Now let me assure you, as Finster gets older, he will find these things less attractive.
My deck was built with a gate so the grandchildren can not accidentally fall down the stairs. So I can’t get on the deck unless invited, and I can’t get off the deck unless allowed.
Sometimes life just isn’t fair.
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