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Did I Just Say What I Thought I Said? III

Most recently in exclamations that shouldn’t have to be exclaimed we have:

“DON’T LAY ON THE DUCKS!”

Ducks today after thunderstorm, look at all the green and budding trees!

The biggest difference in today’s edition is that this was not yelled at a kid.

It was yelled at the dog.

A certain brown and white spotted dog who is endeavoring to be perfect but keeps doing things like laying on ducks which is preventing him from achieving that golden pedestal at the moment.

Trip and the ducks (in particular the two in the front of the photo) have been playing since he was a puppy.

Trip playing with ducks last November.

(Yes, my hunting dog plays with the domestic waterfowl. Why don’t you  just go ahead and get all those snotty comments out of your system now, I know you want to.)

When Trip was a puppy they would chase each other around the yard and every now and then he’d manage to jump on one and wrestle with it puppy style before it would escape and waddle away, only to come running back to tweak his tail.

Now they still run and chase but I’m a bit more worried about duck damage. Trip jumps on a duck, lays down on top of it to hold it still and then “gently” chews on his victim, er, playmate.

Which is how I found myself in the yard yelling, “DON’T LAY ON THE DUCKS!”

Not exactly the concise sort of command a dog trainer recommends, but it works fine.

Must be something about the tone of my voice…

Our Life

Once again I’m being reminded that it has been many days since I’ve had something to share, but there have been reasons for this people, many reasons!

There was a horse fair, and a ballet recital and a trip to visit Sarah, that included a birthday tea party for her daughter. Once that was all done and we were back home it was Monday night.

At this point I did at this point attempt to put together a little post of our weekend fun, but then Tuesday night happened.

Tuesday night, was quite a night.

Things happened.

Lots of things.

All at once.

From what I can remember, though not necessarily in this order, it included things such as: peeing on the floor, breaking a glass, dogs barking, cars honking, chasing ducks off the road barefoot, Kamikaze kids jumping off the couch, false starts on dinner, missing ingredients, the cook being locked in the kitchen for protection from the kids and dogs,  messing up recipes, John announcing that he was “OUT OF PATIENCE!”, some pee in a potty chair but mostly on the floor, dinner eaten, bath time, blueberries eaten- everywhere, and finally the real reason why there has been no updates since Friday. Pee in the surge protector that the computer plugs into.  It was chaos, and through most of it I was cooking dinner in the kitchen laughing so hard I was crying.

Laughing with John because this is our life.

It’s a great life.

But some days….some days you’ve just got to laugh.

Ivy and the Zoo

Usually I like to put pictures with my posts. You know the whole picture is worth a thousand word thing.

Tonight I thought I’d be different.

So here we have pictures of our trip to the zoo, and random things Ivy said after we got home.

When Clara and Ivy were emptying the dishwasher together:

“Clara is so nice to her big sister and she helps with the housework.”

About an hour after Clara and Ivy gave Piper a shower, from which they emerged just as hairy as the dog:

“Do you know why my butt is kinda itchin’? ”Cause of the hair. Pipers hair is on my butt makin’ it itch.”

Ivy’s irrefutable logic in my attempt to eradicate the word potty from our language:

Ivy: “I’m going potty right now!”
Me: “Oh, OK.  You could say I’m going to the bathroom right now – it’s more grown up.”
Ivy: “But I’m not grown up.”