Quoting that great philosopher Popeye, "Enough is too much!"
I'm not sure I can make it through the rest of the summer. Every time I go outside, I come back in with a headache, soaking wet, and exhausted. Even Sophie doesn't want to go outside this morning.
I don't know that doggie in the picture. I just thought it looked like a good idea, what he's doing.
Speaking of doggies, we had another lost one in the neighborhood last week. His owners are fairly new to the neighborhood, so when they came around looking for their dog, I didn't recognize them--until they described the dog. Then I realized they were talking about the old red dog who comes to play sniff-a-butt with Sophie when we do our walk about. Not sure of his real name; Sophie and I call him Puppa-Dog. He never leaves his yard, but somehow he had wandered off and got lost. He's deaf, I think. Being that he's 18 years old, his owners thought he had gone off somewhere to catch the next train to the Rainbow Bridge. But as they were driving around looking for him, they met a resident of the next street over wheeling Puppa-Dog home in a wheelbarrow. He was back yesterday snoozing the sleep of the just, as usual, under his family's motor boat.
We also had another dead kitty who wasn't last week. Same place where the last undead kitty lives. (I blogged about that first dead cat not too long ago, but can't remember the exact date of the post.) Sophie and I walked by the house, and there, stretched out and stiff, was the black-and-white kitty. I started to get a stick and poke him (the traditional southern way of determining death), but then I decided to let the poor beast RIP. I was certain this one was gone. I know a dead cat when I see one, as I think I have said before. They have sort of a flat look, like someone has let the air of them. The next day, his little body was gone, and for a week or more, we didn't see him. But yesterday, there his little furry self was, walking up his driveway just like he'd never been dead at all.
Something is definitely going on at that house, dead-catwise. But whatever it is doesn't work on dogs. They've lost at least three canine pets in the last few years, and they don't come back.
I have a lunch date today with some old friends of ours from working days. I haven't seen them since Vann's memorial, and I'm looking forward to the visit. What I'm not looking forward to is drying my hair after my shower. The hair dryer is definitely not my friend these day.
Have a cool one, everybody.
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On 06/28/2010, Stephanie said ...
I love your posts. I really enjoyed reading your antics with the dead cat and the "sniff-a-butt" with the dogs. Thanks for giving me a nice giggle today!
On 06/28/2010, Barbara Anne said ...
Yes, you're tuning up your descriptive Southern vocabulary for your 1st book a la family tradition, aren't you?! Too funny!
As for the cool dog photo, our cats come in from the heat to sprawl on our cool tile floors and in front of the fan. Ice night be better, but not in the house!
Have fun with your friends!
Hugs of the too-hot-to-really-hug Southern variety ( my family's method is to lean in from a slight distance and lightly pat no more than 3 times!)!
On 06/28/2010, Lainee said ...
Your posts are truely LOL for me!
On 06/28/2010, AnnieO said ...
A post loaded with pets! The undead cats are pretty funny, such an odd thing. Hope you have a great visit with your friends, dry hair or not :)
On 06/28/2010, KAI said ...
That's just not FAIR, Susan! You NEEEEEED to have a warning label on some of your posts!
WARNING: READING THIS BLOG ENTRY CAN BE DETRIMENTAL TO YOUR COMPUTER SCREEN! DO NOT - I REPEAT - DO NOT, NOT, NOT DRINK ANYTHING YOU DON'T WANT SPRAYED THROUGH THE NOSE WHILE READING!
BWAHAHAHAHAHA! Gasp ...! I enjoyed every word, laughed myself silly, and feel thoroughly refreshed now, despite the hideous heat!
On 06/28/2010, Sharon said ...
How cool (no pun intended!) that that owner thought to do that for their dog!
Strange about the cats - wonder if they were just in a temporary coma of sorts???
I think I'd just let my hair air-dry - fluff it up with a spray of hair-spray and let it fall where it may. (I'm a fan of low-maintenance hair styles, but I do need a little more perm in it right now).
We've had rain, rain, rain here in Nebraska lately to where our rivers are overflowing, but today wasn't too bad humidity-wise, thank goodness. Stay cool.
On 06/28/2010, Jen in NY said ...
LOLOL Oh Susan, you are too funny! "Dead cat-wise..." "Sniff-a-butt..." Oh my goodness, I laughed most of the way through your post. And the dog in the wheelbarrow, what a picture! Stay cool! (More ways than one!)
On 06/28/2010, suzy said ...
Yipes, another one for Stephen King. Next time use your southern sensibility and give the cat a good poke with a stick.
On 06/28/2010, Pat McDonald said ...
Susan, Thank you again for a wonderfully relaxing and funny read! Pat Mc
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