Saturday, May 23, 2015

Rufus: Just Saying: My Week

Rufus: Just Saying: My Week
23 May 2015

 We have lots of flags around our house. VERY nice. This Memorial Day Weekend is special because of special people who put service before self, like MomPeople’s Dad who was a Marine Colonel who served in WWII, Korea, and Vietnam. MomPeople’s sister was an officer in the U.S. Army, like their grandfather. And Mom and DadPeople’s friend Rex is a retired Navy Captain. (He belongs to beautiful labs Gillie and Angie.) 

I was very busy this week. DadPeople was busy in the garden and stuff, so he couldn’t help me chase chipmunks. MomPeople was busy with writing, but not my blog, so I’m not sure why she wasn’t out chasing chipmunks with me 
I saw my second turtle this week. This time I was very brave and did not flinch when he moved his head. I had my nose Very close. That’s how brave I was. Although MomPeople said something I’m not sure about. She said she was glad this turtle was not a snapping turtle, or he would have gotten my nose. I run after chipmunks and snap at them, but I haven’t bitten any noses. And so far I haven’t seen any sign that turtles run and chase dawgs.  

And we had rain. Which makes me happy. Lots of lovely thick trees and bushes to hunt through. Birds share my outdoor water bowl (MomPeople calls it a bird bath. Right.) And the fields where we walk have weeds almost as high as MomPeople is tall!!!   

But that’s not all. Look what the rain left in middle of a plant in the garden! I didn’t even try to eat it.


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Thursday, May 14, 2015

Turtle, Turtle, WATER FEATURE!

Rufus: Just Saying: Turtle, Turtle, WATER FEATURE? 
14 May 2015 

The other morning on our way to walk in the fields, DadPeople showed me this rock on the driveway. But it wasn’t a rock! 
I bent down to sniff, and it grew a head and legs! I jumped up and away!  
It was a turtle. But that can’t be right. I’ve seen the turtles in the front garden. A big cement sea turtle and the little plastic spitter guy in the fountain. Neither of them moves their heads or legs. I think. 

Speaking of the turtles in the front garden. You should see what my DadPeople made for our turtles.  Before I adopted Mom and DadPeople, MomPeople made this fountain out of a big pot and the little spitter turtle who keeps the water moving. 

But DadPeople, who is very talented (I help him), took out the old fountain and made a new ‘water feature’. I’m not sure about this ‘Water Feature’ thing. Sounds too much like a bath. 

First DadPeople took out the old fountain. 

Then he put in a bunch of parts like little wading pools. 

DadPeople put in rocks that you can’t eat. Disappointment. 

He put the spitter turtle at the bottom of the water fall, but the turtle is not spitting. Some kind of super pump makes the water go up to the top after it runs down to the turtle! 

Last the DadPeople put in plants. Plants are okay; grass is better. I like grass, but I don’t eat plants in general. 
Don’t say anything to MomPeople but the front garden looked kind of raggedy until DadPeople put in the ‘Water Feature.’ Looks pretty good, huh? Mom and DadPeople like to sit on the glider and listen to it. ??? I don’t hear the turtle barking or anything. People are weird.  
DadPeople said something about getting salmon to spawn up the water fall. But I think that might be a joke.  
The goldfinch and I are sticking with the bird bath ‘water feature’, the kind we can drink from. Or dunk your tail in if you’re a little bird. 


Friday, May 8, 2015

YIPES! Yellow Dragons in the Garden!

Rufus: Just Saying: Yipes! Yellow Dragons in the Garden! 
8 May 2015 

MomPeople will never be tired of dragons, but I’m beginning to feel …  How many dragons are there in the world anyway? 

DadPeople made pots of pretty flowers for the front porch. (Remember: do NOT pee on the flower pots. Very important if you want the ‘Good Boy’ bologna treat.) 
MomPeople picked the yellow flowers for the pot. SNAPDRAGONS!!! Really? These flowers bite? 
I snuck up on them and sniffed. I am a really good sniffer, being a hound and all. 

And then I got up closer and sniffed again.  Even care-fuller. 

They didn’t snap at me. But maybe they were asleep. Or waiting for my nose to touch. I backed away. 

I checked behind me. The big irises behind the garden seat looked kind of sinister. Way bigger than the SnapDragons, these guys looked like purple dragons, with big mouths with tongues of yellow fire! 


Monday, May 4, 2015

Meatless Monday!

Rufus:Just Saying: Meatless Monday!

Yesterday DadPeople and MomPeople and I went out to White Hall to walk. We saw Farmer Burns again. He had a big truck and pastures full of steers. Holsteins.

Steers are what they make hamburgers from. And hamburgers are the treat you get if you’re a Good Boy when you go to the vet and don’t crawl under the chairs and refuse to come out. Just saying’.

I barked, and DadPeople and I kept walking. But MomPeople is a problem. She stayed by the fence until the steers came over to see her.

Farmer Burns said they were gentle guys. The steers got close.
And they got closer.
And then MomPeople let one LICK her!!!

This would not be a problem except NOW MomPeople says NO MEAT!
Good thing I Love Peanut Butter. Wait! Do they raise Peanuts around here? Would they lick MomPeople? ARGH!

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Thursday, April 30, 2015

Z is for Zounds!

Rufus: Just Saying: A-Z: Z is for Zounds! 
30 April 2015 
It kept bothering me that something about the Purple Dragon’s name was familiar. But I didn’t have time to think. 

Suddenly a sparkling red dragon flew in my face. “Tell me my name,” she said.  

“You’re not Purple Dragon,” I sputtered. 

“Right you are. Who am I? Look carefully. Get it right.” 

I looked real hard. “I thought I was supposed to give you Purple Dragon’s name, and you’d tell me where he is.” 

“I guard Purple Dragon. How do I know you’re worthy of finding Purple Dragon?” 

“Because I worked hard to find him. I worked hard to find out his name. And I missed my dinner, and my nap.” 

She shook her head. 

Oh, boy, I was in trouble.Today is the last day of the blog, and I don’t  have the Purple Dragon. His guardian is going to stop me.

I looked harder. This was the fanciest dragon, covered with sparkling jewels. Scary and beautiful. Like a queen dragon. And I remembered a name that came from the word for royalty. “Patricia,” I said. 

“Right.” Her face went from fierce to happy. “Now whisper the name.” 

I did. 

She whistled three notes high, then three low. “AngieGille, you have a visitor.” 

I got ready for a big dragon even fiercer than Patricia. A blur of purple rolled at me, landing at my feet. 

“Can’t fly,” he squeaked. 

I knew him! I remembered when he came, and when I lost him. 

 “I’ll teach you to fly. We’ll go outside, and I’ll show you going up. And I’ll catch you going down.” I picked him up gently and took him to my special bed. “And I promise not to chew you up!” 

Thanks to NikkiCat I’d found my lost Christmas dragon! 

Angie/Gille squeaked again. And we circled up for a nap. 

Rufus and Purple Dragon/AngieGille
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Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Y is for Yawn

Rufus: Just Saying: A-Z: Y is for Yawn
29 April 2015 

This little dragon was yawning so wide, I thought I was going to fall asleep looking at  him.

“Excuse me. The pirate dragon said you could help me find Purple Dragon. I need his real name.” 

The yawner nodded, still yawning. Finally he managed to say, “Too many bedtime stories.  Bedtime Cat doesn’t even know one of his stories is about where to find Purple Dragon.” 

I waited. 

He yawned again, looked at the map, and said, “Five steps back that way. You’ll need to get past his gate keeper.” He lifted his eye ridges, making him look like he was a little scared. 

He whispered the name in my ear. 

I took a deep breath and turned around. Maybe this time. 


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Tuesday, April 28, 2015

X is for X Marks the Spot

Rufus: Just Saying: A-Z: X is for X Marks the Spot
28 April 2015 

“”Ahoy, Matey,” the little Pirate Dragon called from the castle parapets. 

“How can I help yar,” he added, tilting his pirate hat back on his head. 

“The writing dragon said you could help me with this map.” I tossed it up to the little pirate. 

He studied it. “Yep, matey. This tells us where Purple Dragon is. But first you need to do two more things. Get his real name, and get past his gate keeper.”

“Sure.” I wasn’t surprised there was more. But I was thinking maybe it could wait until tomorrow. I needed dinner. 

The little pirate pointed over his shoulder. “Give the map to him and ask for the Purple Dragon’s name.” 

As long as I was so close, I nodded and moved the map to the next Pocket Dragon. 

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