BLOGGING WITH THE DOG AND KIDDIE SHOWS

I feel certain I am not alone in my dilemma.

Hey, it is not even a genuine dilemma, just the way of my world.


Dog-Attachment

Our dog, Reggie, glues herself to me while I am writing. It is as if she knows the difference between writing for the blog, one of my books or just tossing away time on The Facebook (I like to call it that as that was Mark Z's original name for that social scene),  or trolling the 'Net for current news or gossip (not that I do the gossip part, but if you know any sites...).

Yes, I could quite easily remedy the situation by positioning myself at an ordinary desk or table, but then my sweet Cavalier King Charles girl would not be plastered to the side of my leg and I have grown accustomed to the 100 degree living heating pad  (I think dogs register in that temperature range).

Chairs are not especially made to be used as a computer station, but my chair affords me a lovely view of a pool, flora and sometimes fauna (do squirrels count?), and it beats an office or cube in a building with no windows! Plus, you can only take your mutt to the office on, Take Your Pet To Work Day

Reggie and Cate

Writing with a dog-attachment is made all the sweeter when you toss in the occasional children's show for the viewing pleasure of our ten-month-old granddaughter, Cate.

So, please excuse me if you occasionally notice a random and meaningless quote in my posts. Just shrug in the knowledge that it's just me typing with my hands while listening with my ears to, Daniel Tiger's Neighborhood, Dora the Explorer or Little Einsteins.

Let me know if you type over the sleeping body of a dog or cat, with children's programming streaming in the background. You can also let me know if you have seen a chair with a side-car. I could use one, this chair is overflowing! Not hers. Mine. -- Pam

LET THE HOLIDAY WEEKEND BEGIN

Reggie, our Cavalier King Charles, starts her Memorial Day weekend with a walk along Palm Beach. We think she has the right idea! -- Gerry and Pam

DOGS AND CATS, PLOTTING

To me, I believe our dog knows the difference between regular going and seriously going.

Regular going means, we leave for the grocery store, shopping or dinner. Our return is speedy and she realizes there are extra treats or chew sticks in the deal. She's content to wait in her Zebra-striped bed (unless the cat commands it) until we are reunited and her world is, once again, secure.

Seriously going means, we pack large and small bags (I'm not saying which are mine) and leave for days and days. We must board her at these times, or leave her with family. She's fine, but the moment of separation is anything but fine. To be honest, she brings drama when we leave her at the groomer, so we try to keep it in perspective.

Yes, our Cavalier works her sad eyes (and brows) when we are leaving with bags and I always want to take her, even when it is impossible.

Crookshanks the cat?

As any cat-owner knows, he's indifferent if we go or stay, and would rather eat  turnips than get into the car. No, if you offer him a choice, it's turnips all the way.

So, we leave and they wait.

Are they sad or simply plotting revenge that we've had a great trip while they had dry food and a random treat here and there? It's an unsolved mystery. I hate those. --Pam