I was busy all day long again. Still making stuff to take to the Princess' house tomorrow. I don't think I will make the oyster dressing unless I feel like running up to Dollar General to see if they have bread for stuffing or some stuffing mix. Oh..wait. I think I have some out in the garage. I'll have to check after I post this. Right now I have the oven cleaning (love that self-cleaning feature). I discovered yesterday that the light in my oven isn't working and needs to be replaced. *Sigh* It's always something.
Those little lights that are usually under the hood over your stove? Those haven't worked for a year but the Beast didn't want to replace them. I loved them because they made a great night light. Just two 15 watt (I think..would have to look again to make sure) but HE thought they used up too much electricity. So what do we have instead? Regular night lights...7watts each...we have four of them in various outlets in the kitchen and dining area. They activate themselves when it's dark. So what did we save? A whole 2 watts? AND...I've lost that light you sometimes like to have when you are cooking so you can see
everything well.
Another day that Baron has been acting kind of...different than usual. He's been spending part of his day here in my computer room. He doesn't just want to be near me, he has to lay down on my feet or else he will put his head in my lap and just stand there while he doesn't even insist that I pet him or even scratch his head. He lets out the deepest sigh. Makes you wonder what he's thinking. Even the Beast is surprised at his behavior. It's like he's learning to make a switch in allegiance or some such thing. He really listens to me, too. He's always listened for the most part but not always. Now, if I say NO if he looks like he's going to head over to the little sausage/mixed breed dog on the other side of the circle, he stops dead and will come back by me. It used to be that I had to get the Beast out to yell for him to come back. I knew he thought of the Beast as the pack leader but what has made him decide that I am a step above his status (in the pack) now??
Just stray thoughts. Not really important. Just a puzzle. From the first day that we bought our first Dobie, Domina, I knew she was MINE. She didn't listen to the Beast no matter what he did. I would just snap my fingers and she would be at my side. Of course, we bought her from a woman that owned a beauty parlor and worked long hours. Domina had accidentally locked herself in a small, interior bathroom and panicked. After that, the woman decided that Domina needed a family that would be home with her. Domina, of course, had a fear of enclosed spaces after that and would get copious fear slobber when she had to get into our VW van but she would come because of trust.
She was the best guardian for the kids in the neighborhood that would come and play in our yard. She would be laying down, facing the street with the kids playing in the yard behind her. If someone she didn't know came walking down the sidewalk, she would stand up and be in that incredible Doberman stance. She didn't bark or growl but she watched intently. I saw big men actually cross the street when they saw her standing there, unchained or tethered. After they were a distance away that she considered good, she would lay down again like nothing had happened. Yet my (then) 18 month old son, Marcus, would run towards her and throw himself bodily on top of her. I know it had to hurt but she would just roll over and pin him to the ground. It was a game they played together.
Time to post this. I still have a couple things to check on and maybe do before I can go to bed. I didn't sleep much last night and I am really tired. My back is killing me again so I am taking a pain pill (again!). I wish everyone a great night's sleep and a fantastic Thanksgiving Day tomorrow. Love you all. ***Hugs***
Did the Beast stay home?
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