This post contains links that, if you click on them and make a purchase, will earn me money. Regardless, I only recommend products or services that I believe will be good for my readers. Thanks for helping me continue to produce great content!
And I kind of suspect that my Deacon D. Dawg may be in the October of his life.
But seasons are to be celebrated, so today, won’t you celebrate with me a beautiful October in the Boonies, as seen from off the balcony off my husband’s studio?
As, I type this, it’s very early, and still dark, and there’s a hootie owl outside making a lot of racket.
It’s kind of freaking me out.
I’m all alone downstairs, except for my faithful Pilgrim Pee Dog, who is watching out for me, and is equally concerned about the owl’s hooting.
So, anywho, since I have no one else to talk to this morning, how about if I post for you some lovely pictures that my Big Bison took of my not so faithful but ever-lovin’ and ever eager to gobble kibble Deakie Boy.
As much as Pillie is my shadow, Deakie stays by my Big Bison’s side nearly all day long. We joke that Deakie finds the Big Bison to be his rock, and his fortress. When the weather is nice, the BB opens up the balcony he built onto his studio, and leaves the door open, and Deakie Boy likes to go outside and lie on it, and survey his domain from this lofty perch.
These pictures make me smile. Deakie is 10 years old, which is around 70 in dog years, and he’s no spring chicken. But don’t tell him that. He is blissfully unaware of his seniority. In fact, he’s blissfully unaware of a LOT, since he probably sleeps around 23 hours a day. But he enjoys that one hour of awake time to its fullest. He likes to break it up into more manageable chunks of about 20 minutes each. He calls those time slots Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner. (And, then, of course, there’s Waste Management. But that really SHOULD have gone without saying. Really.) Not that it takes him 20 minutes to eat: heck no. Not even 20 seconds involved there. About 10 seconds (or less) are involved in Power Kibble Slamming, but, he likes to anticipate the joys of those precious 10 seconds during the time it takes US to eat our meals. And then, he races joyfully to the kibble bowl, very often wiping out on the hardwood when he can’t quite manage the corner turn around the island. And stands there barking his fool head off at us while we dole out the one cup of kibble ration, as if to say, “Hurry!!! HURRY!!!”
Honest to gosh.
They’re just ridiculous.
But I sure don’t want his season doesn’t come to an end any time soon, either.