wordsfromanneli

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A Change in Menu

Anneli said she’s sorry, she ran out of sunflower seeds and she hasn’t been back to the Bulk Barn to buy more yet. Would I like to try some of the walnuts she has been drying?

They are wonderful! She has a whole tree of them in the backyard, but the shells are pretty hard to crack. I would have harvested them myself, but the husk around the nuts tastes bitter.

That and the fact that the backyard supervisors are always patrolling out there have kept me away.

There’s only the little black one now, but she’s dangerous. She leaps up four or five feet if she’s after something, so I’m careful around her.

And anyway, since Anneli has cracked these walnuts for me, I don’t have to hurt my teeth trying to open the shell. She takes good care of me so I don’t have to risk my life around that crazy killer dog.

Oh, ye heavenly squirrels on high! This is delightful!

I could even use this shell as a sippy cup. Slurp, slurp!

I wondered where my breakfast was,

The seeds were not in sight.

I nearly died of shock because

The change gave me a fright.

Instead of tiny sunflower seeds,

Just walnuts could be found,

The food that would fulfill my needs,

In shells so rough and round.

I checked them out and noticed then

The nuts were cracked in chunks,

It looked like I could eat again

The meat lay there in hunks.

How sweet of her to crack these shells,

To spare my tiny teeth,

Inside the nuts were little wells,

With nutmeat underneath.

I nibbled it and pulled it out

The flavour was the best,

No need to cry or mope about,

A change is good as a rest.

*****

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R.I.P., Ruby

Our springer spaniel, Ruby, has gone to doggie heaven as of two days ago.

To be honest, she was the worst puppy we’ve ever had – so naughty, into everything, and not listening. She bit holes in the Captain’s prescription glasses, took off and buried his special Uncle Henry knife (in the neighbour’s yard, we think), and helped me with the gardening by digging alongside of me (in places where I did not want holes dug) and helping herself to all the tools (which I then had to retrieve). She was SO bad, but we loved her.

She always had a mischievous streak, teaching Emma, the English cocker spaniel puppy, all her bad habits (like taking apples off the trees) and barking at passersby. She continued these bad habits right up into her old age.

But she was a loving dog, who turned out beautiful and enriched our lives.

She was an excellent bird dog who had all the qualities you could ask for in a hunting dog.

The bonus for us was that she was also the perfect family dog.

Ruby was almost 14 years old and the day she was ready to leave this world she told us it was time. We hated to let her go, but it would have been cruel to keep her with us a day longer. We miss her so much.

Rest in peace, sweet Ruby.


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Puppy Love

Our friends have a new young dog. Although the breed originated in the US, it’s called an Australian Shepherd, so they named her Aussie. This puppy gets a lot of love, but she also gives it. When Aussie hears “I love you,” she says it right back. With our friends’ permission, I can show you a glimpse into the “I love you” conversation.

Here is our friend Glenda with Aussie on the beach.

It’s not always easy to get children to say their lines when you want them to, but Aussie finally does come up with her responses to the “I love you” prompt. Watch the short video clip below.

“I love you, Aussie, you’re so sweet,”

Her darling dog just waves her feet

Up in the air while on her back

As Glenda kisses with a smack.

“I love you Aussie,” that’s the phrase

The puppy loves to hear, this praise.

When Glenda’s words are whispered near,

Her Aussie says, “I love you, dear.”

Of course it’s done in doggie talk,

But she loves Glenda, she’s her rock.


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A Case of Harassment All Around

It was a glorious morning, very early.

Ruined!

“Caw! Caw! Caw!” came the ugly croaking call of a crow, summoning his cohorts to make a try for the breakfast that was about to happen when Robbie, Ryan, Ross, and Roberta left their robin’s nest.

I picked up some pebbles from the yard, grabbed the slingshot and went looking for the murderers who threatened to skewer the baby robins with their sharp beaks, much like hors d’oeuvres at a cocktail party.

As I walked down the path in front of my house, the crows flew away, and I stood a moment to admire the view.

I took a few breaths of fresh sea air and turned to go back home. Just then, something burst out of the two-foot-high St. John’s wort shrubbery at the side of the road. It flew up onto a fence rail about ten feet away and stared down at me.

It stared and stared and stared, for maybe 30 seconds, and then it flew up into a nearby fir tree.

I hurried into the house and traded the slingshot for a camera.

It was much farther away now, and I had to zoom the camera. It’s a bit fuzzy, but I was still thrilled to get any kind of a picture of this great horned owl.

Later I saw what it might have been after.

Looking back, I was harassing the crows who were harassing the owl who was about to harass the rabbit who was about to harass my garden which held the worms that the robins were about to harass. And what was harassing me? The backyard supervisors, wanting their breakfast.

Sorry for the blurry picture of Emma. She can NEVER sit still.

And Ruby, patiently waiting for her breakfast.


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Breakfast Interruptus

See how I can multi-task? I can chew a sunflower seed while tossing the shell away.

 

Oh, darn it all. There’s Emma. “Hey! What’re YOU doing here? Can’t a squirrel eat breakfast in peace?”

 

See how I did that? I told her! Cool, eh?

 

Uh-oh! What if she gets out of the backyard? Sometimes the people let her into the front.

 

I think … yup … it’s time … to RUN!

 

I bet I could catch you! I can jump, you know.

 

Not this high, you can’t. Nyah-na-na-naa-na!

Heeheeheeheeheeeeeee!


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Quick Like a Bunny

M-m-m! These tall grasses smell delicious!
Oooh! Yummy! They are exquisite.
I wonder if I should turn on the tap and give the grasses a drink of water to make them grow.
This long stem is so good, and it gets better the closer I nibble it to the top. Hahaha! I could come to a seedy end!
Uh-oh! Did I hear the backyard supervisors? Those dogs are F-A-S-T! At least, the little black one is. The other one is getting pretty old (thank goodness)!
I’m just going to hide here for a minute. If I stand straight, I’ll look like part of the pipe. I think I’m slim enough, don’t you?
On second thought, maybe I should crouch down and hold still. This is when I wish my ears weren’t so long.
Just to be on the safe side I think I’ll skedaddle, quick like a bunny, until the coast is clear.

I found some grass with flavour grand,

Beside the tap and in the sand,

I nibbled it and loved the taste,

I could not let it go to waste,

But then I heard a vicious dog,

My eyes bugged out, I stared agog,

I tried to hide but then I thought,

This battle’s one that can’t be fought,

The dog has biting teeth and jaws,

I sure don’t want to give her cause

To bite my soft brown bunny fur,

I’d rather run away from her.

I’ll come back later, in the night,

When she is sleeping curled up tight.

And then I’ll munch and lunch till dawn

Cause I am safe while sun is gone.

But, oh, what is that hooting sound?

I think I’d best not stick around.


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Old Slippers

Several years ago a good friend gave me a pair of brand new slippers for my birthday. I didn’t think I really needed slippers, but when I started wearing them, I thought, “Darn! These are comfortable.”

Over time I became attached to them, and Emma realized this. Now we had a competition over possession of the slippers.

I should have remembered what happened to my Birkenstocks when she was just a puppy and she ate the straps right out of one of them.

“Did I do good, MA? Huh? Huh?”

 

She has outgrown the chewing habit, but she still likes to take a little nibble if the flavour is especially good.

So if she only nibbles a bit, how did the slippers get like this?

Well, she knows I need my slippers in the morning, and when she wants me to get up, she brings ONE of them to the bedside. This may be after she has slept on it.

And who knows where the other one is?

So the conversation with the dog goes like this,” Thank you!” (which is what I have to say to make her give it up – she has me trained). Then I say, “Go get the other one.”

She runs around the house to wherever she left the slipper and brings it back to me.

Then she makes me beg for it and say, “Thank you!”

After five years of nibbling and fetching, my slippers have changed shape somewhat.

Do you think I need new slippers?


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Six Years Old

I know you’ve seen these photos  before, but a puppy’s life in review doesn’t change. Emma’s photos look the same at 9 weeks as she did when I took them. I love how she laughs at the camera. Maybe that little finger of mine that looks like it’s missing is tickling her.

She wasn’t terribly interested in a stuffed toy unless I tried to take it away. That fuzzy bed I paid big bucks for – well … a week or so later, she had figured out how to take it apart and had the circular wall separated from the base. Guess she wanted to see how it was put together.

She was a sweet puppy, full of fun, and always up for a treat, as her fat little belly proves.

Soon she had learned to sit, come, and stay, and here she is saying, “Now I want you to take me seriously. Someday I’ll grow into these big mitts.”

“Somebody’s coming,” she tells the Captain.

When we go to Montana, she still follows Ruby’s lead and does as Ruby does. Which turned out to be a bit of a problem because she learned all of Ruby’s bad habits as well as the good ones.

She has taken over the couch when we are camping, while Ruby still stays on the floor (thank goodness).

 

Hats off to you, Emma. Happy birthday.

 


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First Day of Spring

It’s the first day of spring and I should be getting into the mood. Thought I’d write an email to my mistress, Dawn, to help me perk up the day. She has to have her cup of coffee. I need my fix too.

So can you help me with this? How do you spell, “Treats, please”?

I’m sure she’ll head for the cupboard as soon as I hit “Send.”


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The Camisole Model

My dream to be a model

Took an unexpected turn,

Success would be reality,

I soon began to learn.

 

The mistress had a camisole

She was too fat to wear,

And yet she couldn’t throw it out,

No, that she couldn’t bear.

 

But now it served her purpose well,

“Come try this on,” she said,

And next thing that I knew 

She had it pulled over my head.

 

She tied the straps beneath my chin, 

And stuck my arms right through 

The tiny armholes that were left,

And said, “There, that will do.”

 

“This shirt prevents your urge to lick

And nibble at your stitches

Or else we have to use the cone

Which I know you don’t wishes.”

 

Just one more knot behind my back

To hold the shirt in place

And now I am the prettiest dog

In all the doggy race.

 

A lady vet took out my lump

She clipped off my long nails

They’d drugged me first just to be sure

That there would be no wails.

 

So now I’m in the model line,

I got my photos done,

If  looking for a runway star,

You know that I’m the one.