Follow the Yellow Brick Road

We’re off to see the Wizard, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz.
You’ll find he is a whiz of a Wiz! If ever a Wiz! there was.
If ever oh ever a Wiz! there was The Wizard of Oz is one because,
Because, because, because, because, because.

Lyrics by EH Harburg, music by Harold Arlen “The Wonderful Wizard of Oz”

I’m off to see my Grandchildren tonight. My nephew will pick me up sometime between now (9:15) and Midnight and take me to Edgerton. He works odd hours and doesn’t get off work until 8:00 PM. It works out good for me because then I can sort of stretch that rule the building management has about not leaving pets alone for more than 24 hours out a little.

I don’t like to leave Patches alone for much longer than 24 hours but she does fine for 36. She’s more than happy to see me when I get home though. I got the paperwork necessary to get permission to have a dog in this building but I don’t have a clue what happened to it. They have to be designated as a companion dog. <heheh> Patches could use a companion.

Not so sure about me. Dogs are a lot of work but there are all kinds of guys in this building who would like to walk my dog if I get one. <shrug> I would feel safer if I had a dog but…

I would love a Boston Terrier or a Boxer. Better yet, I would like a mutt mix of either of those. I’m not all that big on pure bred dogs. The inbreeding is nasty. I saw a cute little rat terrier/jack russel mix up for adoption by its owners that I would be interested in but they say they don’t know how she would be with cats. If she hasn’t found a home by mid week next week I will call them. It would be worth a try to see if she is a chaser.

Oh goodie, my daughter just called and she is going to send a note to school with my Grandson so that I can pick him up rather than having him go to daycare. Fantastico! G and I get along well unless he’s feeling frisky and oppositional. He’s a really smart little boy and he likes to pit that smart little brain against Grammy’s brain. Grammy isn’t used to thinking on her feet against smart little boys.

He also likes to tell “stories.” Last night on the phone he told me he had skipped all the way up to 5th grade. Not too long ago he told me he thought he had flunked kindergarten. He had me convinced he believed that. That’s the third time he has caught me with his “stories.” From now on I don’t believe a word he says until I check it with his parents. <heh>

Update on the adoption process. The mother has decided to fight the state’s decision to terminate her parental rights. It may be three or more years before the baby is released for adoption and the mother could prevail. I am afraid for my daughter. This could get really messy. I am very proud of her for hanging in there though.
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How Much Is That Doggie In the Window

How much is that doggie in the window (arf, arf)
The one with the waggley tail
How much is that doggie in the window (arf, arf)
I do hope that doggie’s for sale

Patti Page “How Much Is That Doggie In the Window” written by Bob Merrill

I’m thinking about getting a dog. I’ve been thinking about getting a dog for some time but I’m serious about it now. My admirer’s antics have touched off a nerve that won’t quit screaming for attention. My back hurts like hell and I don’t think going to see Dr Ted is really going to help deal with this backache. I don’t feel safe.

I haven’t felt safe for a long time. Thhe question is will having a dog help me feel safer? Yeah, I think so. I think I will feel like no one will be able to sneak up on me and I think it will be harder for people to intrude with a dog on this side of the door raising holy hell.

Not only that, a dog will remember who intruded and if they get too friendly he will want to be all friendly in public and that will make me suspicious and if they hurt him he will be in atttack mode in public. They lose either way.

I am going to talk to Harry tomorrow about recommending that I have a service dog because then the building management will have to allow it in addition ot my cat who is going to be peeved as Hell. She’ll get over it eventually.

I looked up Miniature Pinschers in Wisconsin on google and found Guy. I like the fact that he hasn’t been docked at all. He looks so goofy compared to Po, my son’s dog. He’s about a year and a half old which is pretty young. That’s good, he’ll be staying around awhile and he’s still feisty. They haven’t trained that out of him yet.

Still, I have to consider all the work having a dog entails. Can I walk a dog three or four times a day and manage a cane or find people who will help me with those chores? I want an alpha dog but I waant one that I can train to know I am alpha in this house. I did that with Po who still recognizes me as the alpha female but do I have what it takes to take on a dog all by myself day after day? Picking up warm poop. Dealing with aa dog’s neediness.

For all I laugh about Patches’ neediness and psychiatric problems, she really isn’t all that much of a PITA. She comes to the door and weaves around my legs meowing to great me while I drop whatever I am lugging off in its approppriate space–sometimes I have to tell her to back off because on more than one occasion she has tripped me–and runs to the bathroom where she knows I will head next so she can get an ear scratch and a hug but then she goes back to napping contentedly when the social amenities are over. Dogs are much more demanding.

They want to get the hell out of confinement. They are ready for a WALK!   Or they want to PLAY!  NOW.  Patches, my fat littell Calico cat never wnats to play.  I have wasted so much money on toys and catnip  trying to entice her into playing it’s ridiculous.  In fact, Patches is boring. Until I get my yarn out to knit.  THEN she wants to play.  I keep telling her my yarn is not the appropriate choice for a plaything and gave her her own small ball of yarn.

Was she happy?  Hell no, she wants MY YARN whcich does interesting things like move around and diminish in size if I’m rolling skeins into balls.  She sits there and watches it and her whole body twitches with frustration because she knows she’s not supposed to play with it but she waits until I am not looking and then when she can’t stand it anymore she attacks.  I will look at her and say “Patches what are you doing?”  in my most stern mother voice and she sill look at me with that innocent who me expression even though she is practically  wrapped up in yarn and slowly free herself and go back to her post where she can watch in frustration again waiting for the right moment to strike and kill the yarn monster.   Patches is a hoot.

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