January 30, 2016
The Hounds Speak
I don’t have a lot to say this morning but the hounds seem to have a lot on their minds.
I know he used that photo of me sleeping yesterday, but it’s what I do and it’s what I’ve been doing this morning. The slave is wanting to wake me up to grab those blankets to add to the wash this morning but I’m not moving and I’m not giving up any blankets. The toenails?? It’s manicure day … he pulled the clippers out while we were all eating breakfast … LOL … Sadie took off to hide in the bedroom so I walked over to her bowl and ate what little food she left in her bowl, before Stella could figure out what all the noise was about.
Blogging?? I did receive a few emails asking where ‘my’ blog was. IT’S GONE!!! My blog presence lasted but a few days before the slave changed his mind about giving us all a blog. I KNEW it wouldn’t last so I wasn’t that excited about it … He changes his mind all the time … it’s what he does … I live with it!!
No plans for me today. It may have looked like I was sleeping but I heard him say he was giving me a 30 minute soak in warm water with Epsom Salts today. That warm water up to the bottom of my chin feels good. It has to be that deep because I have skin issues on my neck … then he will cut my nails afterwards. He doesn’t have any treats to give me to bribe any of us today … I saw him putting the box of treats in the recycling bin last night.
I’ll come back here at times and talk … I never liked that blog of mine anyway … I just like to sleep. Photos? eh … could care less. I wasn’t born to be famous, I just wanted to be a lazy basset hound.
Those antibiotics the slave gave yesterday worked. No eye gunk today and my eyes are red and clear just like any other basset hound you may see. If you had eyelids like mine, your eyes would be red all the time too.
Ah what a day. I just woke up from my morning nap. As you can tell I am not really motivated too much on this Saturday morning. It’s a cold day but I hear it should be 58° later today … LOL, right. It’s 37° right now, a cool breeze hitting me in my face from the south. My nose is picking up a LOT of scent as I sit there.
I think it’s those cows I can barely see. I hear them at night sometimes.
Sadie is already stressed out this morning. The slave tossed out the nail clippers on the floor early this morning … WHY THEN? … I have NEVER seen her leave food in her bowl but she did … sprinted for the bedroom, hiding behind the side of the bed. By the time I figured out what was happening, Heidi was already at Sadie’s bowl with her head buried deep in kibble. Not really … there were only a few pieces of kibble left but Heidi made it out to be a big deal … “Look what I did”
It’s Saturday so the slave won’t do much more than watch ballgames. I think “my” game is on at 2:15pm, so I am hoping for lunch at 11am and our afternoon walk around 1pm. BTW … I LOVE walking in the field with no retractable leash hooked to my collar. I’m not making any promises though on that “no leash” policy … if I see any deer in that field or down in that gully … I’ll BE GONE!!!
Then we will find out who can run and who can’t … any bets?? LOL
Can’t believe what a day I’m having and it’s only started. As you can see I don’t even want to go into the yard or field I am so mad. The slave tossed out the nail clippers onto the floor while we were eating this morning around 6:30am. Besides making me mad because he is cutting quantity of kibble in my bowl … he wanted to ‘torment’ me while I am eating????? Really???
He could have waited, after all it only takes me 45 seconds to engulf 2 measured cups of kibble. FORTY FIVE SECONDS!!!! Hello … nail clippers????
I didn’t hesitate … heard them hit the carpet and I was GONE….sprinted from my dog food bowl next to the slave’s computer desk toward the bedroom. I HAD to JUMP over those clippers to get by them. I slid into my normal hiding place as I ran by the corner of the bed … laying on the floor as low as I could get, keeping as quiet as possible, between the side of the bed and the wall. He will never get me to move. I’ll play “dead weight” if he shows up.
So today should be exciting. I did let him cut my nails last week … why do it every week?? The slave says a little bit per week to get them back to being puppy short. He cannot bribe me today unless he pulls out those skinless chicken thighs he cooked last night … our treats are gone because I saw him flatten the box and throw it into the recycling bin. Sooooooo chicken it will be. I will put up a fight though, when it comes to cutting my nails.
I got a lot of emails last week asking where my blog was. Readers liked the red/green design. They liked hearing my point of view on things. It’s not going to happen though … it’s gone, not saved and not going to resurrect itself. I’ll miss it for sure. I loved blogging. I had big big big plans for my blog …. and now I am stuck blogging under the slave’s rules, no control of what is being said or what photos will be used.
Is there a union for bloodhounds?