Can’t Find the Curling Rink?

I parked near the credit union in town one day and happened to look up at this sign, which gave me a chuckle because unless you’re from Canada maybe you wouldn’t know what the bottom sign was pointing to. Or would you?

curling rink sign

Yesterday was a full one. Today I’m taking it easy, except for meaning to get outside and pick up after Sadie Doodle, goddamn dog extraordinaire. She has dragged up and chewed up  heavyduty old rubber gloves (where does she find them? no idea), a heated carseat-cover, several unused birdfeeders and the padding from a stool I use sometimes when weeding. Not to mention all kinds of branches and sticks that she’s brought to the step. And cow pies from the pasture! Quite the collector. She’s jumped up and pulled drywall materials out of the back of the truck and ruined them. The list goes on.

Up in the bathroom cupboard there was a bottle of taste-repellent for dogs. I took it to the porch and mentioned it to Scott. He said, “Spray it everywhere!”

She’s even chewed on the house and the door frame.

What a gal. Let’s hope she grows out of this soon.

She’s lucky she’s adorable.

Judge Me By The Company I Keep

It’s 9 a.m. on Wednesday. The homeowners have just left, and the day stretches long before me. What shall I do first?

banner puss awaits

“Come in! Sit down…relax…converse!”

I go out to Little Green and grab the bag containing my feather pillow, my housecoat and pyjamas, toothbrush and a change of clothes. In the other hand is my briefcase filled with old journals, a novel, and a collection of Alice Munro’s short stories. I’m set. What more do I need? I am to eat and drink to my heart’s content and make myself at home.

When the pillow is unpacked and tossed onto the bed, I know the cat won’t be able to resist. To avoid a faceful of fur later, I throw my fluffy green housecoat over it. Sure enough, Puss cuddles right in.

cat and housecoat

I notice Jake’s sleeping arrangements next to the bed. “Wow, aren’t you the lucky one!” I exclaim. He’s got a pet couch, complete with his own pillow. He steps in and settles down for a power nap. He’s a “real” farm dog and will spend an hour or two at a time outside, patrolling his territory, but he’ll balance that workout with plenty of rest. Gotta keep yer strength up when you’ve got a job to do.

jake

There are some who would never stay by themselves in a house beyond shouting distance of a neighbour. Me, that’s what I like. I was perfectly comfortable by myself for two days and two nights, but then I didn’t feel alone … I had Jake and the Puss nearby.