Howdy blogaroos. Squirmy here- as we’re rolling right along in 2023. New Year’s Eve was pretty anticlimactic here. The humans went out for dinner, came back stuffed – and we all hit the sack before the clock hit midnight. Not exactly a wild party time here. But that’s OK – we canines got everyone up at our normal 7 AM – so just as well they didn’t stay up until the stroke of twelve.
We continue to enjoy balmy weather here. We know the bubble will burst – but no snowballs stuck in uncomfortable places just yet. We have had some rain – resulting in a few days of muddy trail walks. Boy oh boy – the Boss is like two different dogs when it’s muddy AND there are puddles. Sue has been walking him and she immediately recognized the PON funeral march. He walks WAY behind everyone and looks like he is being tortured. But once he gets to pavement without puddles – he trots along at the front of the pack. We must take a video one day.
Yesterday, Sue and the Warden decided to do the Christmas destruction. The tree was getting kind dry, so they decided to tackle the job right after breakfast. Now putting away the explosion is never fun… but yesterday was the worst ever. You see, the Warden has boxes and boxes and BOXES of Christmas stuff – some of which never sees the light of day. It’s buried deep in the downstairs storage closet. It’s one of those things that some humans say: “when the season is over, I’m going to donate/get rid of those things I don’t need or use.” But then, the time comes – and ya just want to be DONE- so you jam ALL the stuff back in the closet- and say you’ll do it next year. At least that’s what the Warden does.
Well. This year, Sue must have been delirious or something- because she told the Warden she’d help her get rid of stuff. And clean out the closet. BAD idea. A Christmas destruction that should have normally taken a few hours, took ALL DAY. They sent Keith to the dump with some stuff that wasn’t worthy of a donation to a charity. We’re talking stuff that was in the deep dark corners of the storage closet. They also have a tractor trailer load of of stuff to go to the charity store. OK maybe not that much but clearly there was more than Christmas coming out of that closet. We watched the proceedings with interest- and happy that we didn’t have to do the work. They took a break in the afternoon and stopped for supper – but the final elves hit the boxes by around 9PM. By then the otherwise happy sisters we’re about ready to strangle each other. I’m sure Sue will never again volunteer to put away Christmas stuff at our place. Mind you – it’s a whole lot more organized now. AND you can actually walk into the storage closet, without pulling stuff out first. It can be our new clubhouse!
So that was the beginning of 2023. Yesterday dragged on forever because we were bored. We could smell the hours in the day ticking away. Because did you know we dogs SMELL time?! We do – check this story out:
So this theory hasn’t been proven scientifically- but it sure makes sense. We dogs have an amazing sense of smell – and it totally makes sense that we can judge time by the scents around us. I do think we are also driven by routines – like when we’re ready for supper. We let the Warden know it’s time. Mind you – we PONs would have supper at ANY time.
Well, whether I smell it or not – I think it’s almost time to walk the humans.
Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.
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