Just a Dog Day in May...

Rave

These are my girls..Lump to the right and Chessie to the left.

So this morning in an attempt to get back into my yoga routine I, for the second day in a row, dragged out my yoga mat and positioned it on my living room floor. I have a semi aerobic yoga routine that I learned several years ago. So I started my stretching...got my breathing in rhythm and ventured into my routine...in my first of several "down dog", "plank", to "up dog" poses....I noticed Lump staring at me from under the kitchen table directly in front of where I was positioned. I did my best to not make eye contacts as I knew if I did she would take that as a cue to come over. So I averted my eyes, got into the routine and was working away...I was just a few short moves away from completing my 20 minute workout, standing in "tree pose", (which entails balancing on one leg with, arms clasped over my head and the other leg bent at the knee so the foot of that one touches the side of the knee attached to the leg standing on it's own) when I feel the big sloppy wet tongue, of my dog Lump, run up my planted leg. I calmly shoed her away, which in turn got the attention of the other dog, Chessie. Now they where both looking up at me. I bend down in an attempt to continue on with my deal when I was smothered in dog kisses which got me giggling, which then got the dogs even more excited. As I tried to tarry on I was being circled by the wiggling waggy tailed excited dogs, like a band of indians circling a wagon train. Needless to say I couldn't concentrate on what I was doing, yoga came to an end. The look in their faces told me to they really wanted to go for a walk. So I relented and got the leashes. It was beautiful outside so I didn't really mind and actually was thankful for the distraction that got me out walking in the beautiful sunshine. 

I have wireless internet, but as of yet hadn't check how far it would go if I ventured outside. After my walk I didn't want to be inside just yet so I grabbed the laptop, opened a web page and set out to see if I could make it to this little BBQ area just a short distance from my front door. Wow! it worked. This wireless stuff is amazing. So armed with my laptop I settled in at the little cement picnic table situated in the aforementioned area. It was lovely to sit out there and check in on email and read up on a blog I have recently stumbled across. Very nice and very relaxing.

Later in the house while I was sitting at the kitchen table with my laptop trying to decide what I would put in my next blog...Lump out of no where started saying "Mama" (a very rough rendition and you have to listen very closely) it is usually reserved for times when she wants something that I am eating. I wasn't eating anything, just sitting quietly thinking. I asked what she wanted and she "mama'd" me again.  This got Chessie's attention and she started prancing around like she was getting something as well. One of the girls favorite things to do is play with their "balls". These are indestructible orange rubberize dog balls made to look like tennis balls, (both these girls can destroy a regular tennis ball in a matter of second.... so far they haven't put a dent in these balls) We cannot say the word "ball" in our house without the dogs going to pieces hoping that you really mean to give them their toys. So I asked the question..."Do you girls want your.....ball?" They even know where they are stored so off they pranced to wait for me to get the balls down. Once they have the balls each has a very different approach to playing with said ball. Lump will go off to the dog bed that is filled with dog blankets and bury and unbury the ball over and over in the pile of blankets, occasionally she will bring it to me to throw up in the air for her to catch. Chessie is kind of a maniac with her ball, she tosses it up and out of her mouth and then chases after it. Both love to just chew these things as if they were chewing a wad of bubble gum, mind you I cannot squeeze one of these balls in my bare hand and make a dent. They will not give these balls up if their life depends on it. When they get tired of playing they simple carry them around in their mouths. 

My husband collects stuff...below is his latest acquisitions.

Please don't even ask...I seriously have no clue. But today he decide to wash these particular items and hang them out on our patio to dry...apparently they cannot go in the dryer. So as I was sitting in my peaceful existence, still mulling over what to do on my next blog post....the dogs that I thought couldn't be swayed from all thoughts..."Ball"...started going BOLISTIC!!...barking and growling...the fur on Lumps back was standing straight up...apparently the ball she was playing with rolled too close to the screen door looking out onto the patio. It was the first time she noticed my husbands treasure display and from the reaction she must have believed a person was hanging from the overhang of our patio. Once I realized that they were reacting to the hanging clothes I couldn't stop laughing. What must it have looked like from their perspective? I could not get them to calm down for the longest time. I am still giggling...silly dogs.

So after tallying up the day...My dogs, these wonderful creatures, showed me what a wonderful day it was outside. Kept me company on a lovely walk. Gave me love and attention. Got me to get them what they wanted by talking to me in.. my... language. (My dog really is the smart one). Warned and were ready to protect me from eminent danger (even if it was just drying laundry...it's the thought that counts...they had my back), and most important they made me smile and brought me huge amounts of joy. Sometimes Dog Days are the best.