A Happy Mess In The Zoo

The four-footed one goes from zero to one hundred in a second flat.  And the. She can shift back down again in the same time frame.  She can cycle back and fourth throughout the day the same way you would flip on and off a switch.

Today has been no exception and it’s why there are green eggs scattered throughout the place.  It’s also why a pink dinosaur is perching on the edge of my coffee table while an orange salamander is hanging ever so precariously on a shelf.  There are three red birds in my kitchen and two squirrels in the hall. I found a grunting hedgehog in my bathroom and a pig with wings hanging out by the bedroom.

As for the four-footed one, she has flopped down on one of her cushions in the middle of the floor.  Resting  ever so innocently and peacefully while I take in the chaos. And while the notation of cleaning it up crosses my mind, I know better. Just the slightest sound, the mildest of squeaks from one of the toys is enough to flip that switch to full throttle again.  Which is not ideal when it’s basically time to sleep for the night and you know it will take her an additional hour to go from full throttle to peaceful rest again.

So for now I will leave the zoo as it is and because in a few hours she will rearrange it all over again.  Probably a million times before the day is done.

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Gadgets Galore

Sometimes all it takes is a new gadget or toy to get someone involved in something that she had been reluctant to do before. Sometimes, but not always. Certainly not if the person we are talking about is me.

One of the things someone gave me to help with my self-care routine is a tea scoop and steeping device all in one. It is supposed to provide you with the right amount of tea while also allowing you to put it in your mug so that you can steep your tea in basically two very easy steps. When your tea is steeped to the set amount of time or to your liking, you simply pull this device out and enjoy the brew. Easy peasy right?

And since I’ve protested the journey of cutting back on my caffeine by kicking and screaming this lovely person thought this would make it easier to move into a tea routine. As though giving up coffee would be that simple. And someone else happily provided me with lovely fruit flavored teas so that I can enjoy them hot or cold while still using my cute little device. Because let’s face it, these people collaborated! 😊

As cool as the gadget is, as amazingly fun as it is now to brew a mug or beaker as Beloved used to say, it still doesn’t replace coffee. How can it when coffee basically runs threw my veins? But still there is something I cannot deny about this gadget. Will it get me to drink more tea and thus cut down on my caffeine intake? Perhaps, and perhaps it’s a short journey that takes me back to beans and all the fun gadgets that go with making coffee.

What I can say right now is that I’ve consumed more tea than I usually do so right now we can say it is an experience to the good side of self-care.

Exotic Indeed

There is currently a hedgehog up against the table leg.  This isn’t a little hedgehog either, it’s bigger than my head and has a tendency to grunt when touched.  And do t mind the salamander dangling off the arm of the chair either.  It’s totally harmless although I read somewhere that anything with bright and lurid colors is poisonous.  Pretty sure this one isn’t, and I’ve never read anywhere that orange, yellow and aqua meant you’d be dead if you touched it.

No we haven’t started an exotic zoo or animal collection.  Unless you count the new toys for the four-footed one.  She tends to acquire the most bizarre toys because those tend to be what she picks out.  And yes I know, we probably shouldn’t let her pick out her toys from the various shelves in her favorite stores as often as we do.  Even if just for the fact that the house is looking a bit like an exotic stuffed dog toy zoo.

I think the one that finally made me realize we may be getting a bit overrun is when I awoke to a giant hairy spider sharing my pillow with me.  Just beyond that was the four-footed one, snuggled up against the many-legged creature.  Beloved doesn’t think that waking up next to a giant hairy spider should be a place to say enough.  We shall see if he changes his mind when he puts on his shoe given that I know there is a multi-segmented caterpillar in his shoe.  A hard and cold caterpillar.

Blanketed

The four-footed one decided today was good for nothing more than resting.  She wasn’t really interested in going for any of her usual walks, playing with her toys or seeking out a new adventure.  It may be because she has found a favorite blanket.

Yesterday I was given a nice, micro fleece blanket as a gift.  I brought my gift home and tossed it on a chair, planning to move it later on.  The four-footed one had other plans.  First she sniffed the new item.  After a few sniffs she planned on testing it.  For softness and comfort.  And somehow that testing plan resulted in a whole day of quality control work on her part.

Yes it’s true dear friends, my four-footed friend, in the name of ensuring I’d have maximum comfort sacrificed a whole day to rigorously testing out my new blanket.  The one I haven’t been able to touch since putting it on the chair.  Which I guess is the sacrifice I made.  Which in light of all she has given up today (walks, playing with her toys, adventures, running around the house and barking at anyone who dares to come near the house) seems like nothing.  Except it’s my blanket and I haven’t even got to use it yet!

Making The Bed

My mama always insisted I make  my bed once I woke up.  She was deaf to the logic I applied, one that went something like this:  why make it just to take it apart hours later to go to bed.  The only time my mama allowed me to leave my bed unmade was if I were sick.

To this day, unless I am very sick, I make my bed once I get up.  Beloved was raised them same way, only his Mama insisted his bed tucked in tight so a coin could be bounced off it.

No matter how hard we try, the four-footed one doesn’t seem to want to leave her beds nice and neat.  I just spent the last half hour putting dog bed mattresses back into the beds, straightening blankets and such.  Not because she has that many beds, but because once one bed was tidied up and I moved to the next, she tore the tided bed apart.

She grabbed one of her mattresses and decided to pull it into the bathroom.  As if to say she might need to crash there at some time!  It isn’t so much I want her to make her beds, but I’d like to not have to retrieve mattresses and such from various parts of the house.

The other day Belved found her mattress with his shoes.  She carried it down five stairs and through a narrow doorway.  Just to place it on his shoes.  When he went to put it back she pounced on it and refused to let him remove it.  (He was able to move it a few hours later, by that time she had another mattress somewhere else.)

And here is the kicker, she rarely sleeps or naps in her beds!  Yep they become play things.  Because she has our bed, and when she needs to nap there is either a welcoming lap or some feet to curl up on.  Because she’s, well,our four-footed one!

Monkeying Around

There is a monkey hanging from an overhead light in my bedroom. I have no clue how it got there, and I’m really not sure I want to know how it got there or how I managed to sleep through the events that brought it to this point.

For the record, I don’t normally have monkeys, either living or stuffed dog toy varieties in my bedroom.  I don’t typically have dog toys in the bedroom.  But Beloved has no qualms about bringing in the four-footed one’s toys and tossing them on the bed if he plans on reading in bed late at night.  Evidently he also has no qualms about allowing the four-footed one to jump and walk on me.  (He forgot that with my medication I bruise very easily and so I have bruises the size of her paws on my body.)

Did I mention that this light, the one with the monkey hanging from it is rather high up from the bed?  Beloved’s answer to my raised eyebrow was that the four-footed one was playing with the monkey.  As if she just threw it up there all on her own.  Next he will be telling me she jumped up there all on her own!

Right now neither Beloved nor the four-footed one are talking.  And the monkey, while he’s just silently hanging around.

Ice Cold Fun

Who knew ice cubes could be so amazing?  Sure they cool your drink on a hot day.  And yes they can help make jello thicken faster with their magic cooling power.  And let’s not forget about their numbing effect when placed, after being wrapped up, on a bruise or swollen body.

But until,today I had no idea that one, simple ice-cube could be so amazing. The four-footed one decided today was the day to avoid her water dish.  It also happened to be very warm.  So I decided to give her an ice-cube. I placed it in her water dish, which evidently was the wrong thing to do.

She fished it out with her paw and proceeded to get push it all over the ground with her nose.  Now and then she would lick the ice-cube before pushing it  bit more.  Soemtimes she licked up the melted puddling bits off the ground. When it became a very small fraction of its former self, she picked it up in her mouth and happily crunched it up.

The one ice-cube had not only given her liquid to drink, but a toy to play with while she got exercise.  And she practiced her fishing skills too!