Out with the Old, In with the New

Deb:

I'd had the coffee table for thirty-three years. It held special memories.

• My oldest son had used a pencil to carve his first picture that looked like anything into the wood on top. It was a circle with stick arms and legs sticking out. At the time I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry; to praise or punish. Years of wood polish had covered the evidence. The little man was no longer visible, but I still could point to the exact spot.
• It's drawer held photos from years of birthday parties, Christmas celebrations, picnics, and graduations waiting to be put into albums.
• I could recall the fragrance of hundreds of flowers carefully arranged into elegant (and some not so elegant) bouquets that had graced its surface.

More recently, Freckles found comfort perched on the flat platform under one end of the table and she enjoyed nibbling on the magazines that rested on the other (magazines we had left there for her to chew and to think she was getting away with something!)

But, polish no longer hid the marks and dents of thirty years of family living. I was tired of having an eyesore in the middle of my living room. I knew exactly what I wanted to purchase to replace it. I didn't know how Freckles would take the change.

Memorial Day

Freckles:

I was relaxing in my favorite bush the other day and pondering how good life was. I've got pretty much anything that a bun could want. All the hay I can munch, lots of uninterrupted naptime during the day, and treats whenever I ask for them.

Guess I can thank all of those servicemen who gave their lives while protecting our country and also those who survived their military service, but went through a lot to keep us safe.

Deb and I would like to honor them all on this Memorial Day.

Thanks!

Happy Mother's Day!

Happy Mother's Day!!

To all you moms of furry friends, we wish you a very happy day!

We Got an Award!

We got this really cool award from The Fluffies! Actually, they gave it to us a while back, but we haven't had time to post it until now!

The award came with these mission :

* As a dedication for those who love blogging activity and love to encourage friendships through blogging.
* To seek the reasons why we all love blogging!

And it comes with some rules!
* Put the award in one post as soon as you receive it (Whoops! We kind of failed this rule!)
* Don’t forget to mention the person who gives you the award (Okay, we got that one right -- see note under the award!)
* Answer the award’s question by writing the reason why you love blogging (We'll do that next -- see below!)
* Tag and distribute the award to as many people as you like (That's going to be a little tougher! There are so many deserving bloggers out there!)
* Don’t forget to notify the award receivers and put their links in your post (On our way!)

Why Freckles and Deb love blogging...

Deb - I love blogging because it give me a chance to share our wonderful adventures with others. We've made so many great friends through this blog. When we started, we had no idea what was going to happen. Now, we can't wait to check in with everyone to see what's happening!

Freckles - I love blogging because it gives me a chance to tell my side of the story, so everyone won't think Deb has all the fun. Plus, I know that others will be interested in what I have to say. I mean, why wouldn't they?

Now we have to give the award to others we think are deserving...

Well, we think that all the blogs on our blogroll are deserving. We wouldn't have put them on our blogroll if we didn't enjoy visiting them! So, if you are listed down there on the bottom right side of our blog, please accept this award with our love and gratitude for many hours of fascinating reading!

GONE!

Freckles:

The alien creature is gone!

The Other Guy came and took him away.

He's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone...

gone, gone, gone, gone, GONE!

He's outta here!

A Hearty Hello

Deb:

The doorbell rang and before I could get to the entryway, my youngest son opened the door and peeked around the opening. "Hi!" he said.

Scrambles jumped to his feet, barking like crazy. He leaped to the floor, rushed to the door, and flew into my son's arms.

"Hello to you, boy! Are you ready to go home?"

The Other Guy

Freckles:

As soon as I turned around to try to figure out what was making the noise on the hill, there was another sound I needed to check out. Music played and then a large creature came into the clearing through the portal. It was Other Guy!

There is Nice Guy, Big Guy, The High-Voiced One, and then there is the Other Guy. He's the one who brought that terrible alien creature into my world. Oh, please, please, please don't let him bring another alien creature! One is more than I can stand!

A Surprising Sound

Deb:

Freckles was so busy muching away at her food I don't think she even noticed Scrambles under the blanket on the couch. She finished eating and then jumped, turning completely around. The sound that startled her was Scrambles producing a wide-mouthed yawn, having finally decided that it was time to get up.

As Scrambles wiggled out from beneath the afghan, he stood and stared at me. I knew exactly what he wanted, so I decided I'd get up from my chair and see what we had for breakfast.

That's when the three of us -- Freckles, Scrambles, and I -- heard a sound that made us all jump to our feet in surprise.

The Hills are Alive!

Freckles:

I searched the area, but didn't see any sign of that alien, so I hopped across the clearing. A platter of yummy goodness had been placed by my tree and I dove in with enthusiasm.

I'd almost finished the meal when I sensed something happening behind me. I jumped around. Nothing there! But, I had a strange feeling that something or someone was watching me.

I tipped my ear forward to try to hear anything unusual. All was silent. But, then off in the distance, I heard it. It sounded like a giant yawn. And it was coming from the top of the hills! There was someone up there. I just knew it!

The Hideaway Dog

Deb:

No matter how many great sleeping places we prepared for Scrambles, he always chose the blanket on the couch. It is a crocheted afghan with lots of wonderfully spaced breathing holes. Scrambles would wiggle himself underneath it and completely disappear. The first morning I discovered this, I thought I had lost him. I didn’t see him anywhere, so I called his name.

Now, every other dog we’ve had, would come running to us when we ventured into the kitchen in the morning eager for a walk and food. Not Scrambles. He loves to sleep late. He usually covers himself so completely that you only see a large lumpy blanket. As he rouses, the blanket moves and then his parts (usually nose and bottom) appear in stages from underneath it. But he doesn’t awaken easily. He takes his sweet time, peeking out from beneath the cover and climbing back underneath until he's pretty sure that food is prepared and waiting.

Is the Alien Gone?

Freckles:

After a pleasant night's sleep in my Home Place, I woke to the singing of birds outside my wall. I stretched my paws, tail, and ears, alert to any sounds of danger. Early morning is usually quiet in my land, but ever since that alien landed, I’ve taken nothing for granted. I heard nothing unusual, so I stuck my head out the portal. The silence of the tunnel gave me the courage to hop its length to the Other World. I had left the alien here the night before, so I searched the area to see if he was lurking around one of the bushes.

He wasn't loitering in my cave.
He wasn't skulking under the tree.
He wasn't lying in wait by the portal.

Great! No sign of him. Maybe he'd finally left for his home planet.

Hoppy Easter!

We didn't get a chance to get around to everyone's blog to wish them a Hoppy Easter, so we'll share this video with you instead!



Hope you didn't eat too many eggs!

That Dog Will Eat Anything!

Deb:

I’d told my husband to bring out a carrot for Scrambles even though I didn’t really think he’d eat it. I figured the bok choy was just a fluke. What I hadn’t taken into consideration is Scrambles’ love of sticks. Whenever we take him for a walk, the first thing he does is search for sticks. Small sticks, large sticks, sticks with leaves attached, sticks with moss attached, sticks with more sticks attached – he loves them all! And, if we don’t stop him at the door, he will bring the stick into the house and chew it to pieces with the result that we soon have tiny stick pieces covering the floor. (Ever tried to pick splinters out of the carpet? It’s no fun!)

I guess Scrambles thought that the carrot was just another stick. Because he grabbed it out of my husband’s hand and chewed contentedly. Only this time he didn’t leave miniscule carrot splinters in the carpet – nope, not at all. The silly dog ate the entire carrot!

What Scrambles Did with the Carrot

Freckles:

The sound I'd heard first was Big Guy getting me a luscious orange stick! He leaned over and held it in front of me. With a flick of my feet and a toss of my head, I snatched that carrot from his paw and hopped away with it. Ah Ha! I’d beaten that alien creature to the treat. I was the victor!

As I chewed away at my prize I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the alien jumped from his perch in the bush and headed for the portal. There in the portal stood Big Guy – with another luscious orange stick in his paw. Before my very eyes he leaned down and held out the stick to the alien! AND the alien took it, placed it on the floor in front of him, and STARTED EATING IT!

NOT Ignorification

Freckles and Deb:

We just wanted to assure everyone that we were NOT practicing ignorification of you this past week! (Freckles is so good at ignoring, she needs no practice!)

Last week was Spring Break and Deb got involved in things other than the blog during the week. But, they were good things and she got a lot of stuff done that she had never planned to do to begin with and didn’t get all the things done that she had planned!

The week went by way too fast! So, today Deb is back at work and Freckles is busy relaxing and resting up from her schedule of napping being messed up by all of Deb’s activities. We will be back tomorrow to continue our story with an episode called “What Scrambles Did with the Carrot!”