Running Scared

Autumn, our baby girl doxie (not such a baby anymore as she just turned 6 earlier this month) has always loved to torment toads. She will stand there for hours on end barking at them, and pawing at them, pick them up in her mouth, and then fling them down again. She loves to see them hopping around, so tries everything she can, to get them to. She can be dripping saliva all over the place, from having them in her mouth...they must excrete something, that makes her drool big time, cause she can just be slimy all over her face, after playing with one. She doesn't hurt them, just enjoys making it (and us) deaf, and watching it hop.

Summertime is toad time, and she loves to go out, if its not REALLY hot, and search all over the yard for them. Usually there is at least one out there, and when we get tired of hearing her bark, we have to go make her come in, and hope we can get her to STAY in. Its sometimes not really that easy to do.

We recycle pop cans and sell them when we get a bunch, so usually there is a partial bag of them out on the back patio. There has been all summer in fact. We really need to find a better place to keep them (obviously) but so far, that's where it sits. Today while I was cooking supper, I started hearing a racket out on the patio. It wasn't windy, at least not enough to make something blow around, THAT much, so I turned to look, and didn't see anything. I looked out the other window, just in time to see the black garbage bag, streaking across the yard, toward the dog door. I couldn't see it very well, just well enough to know the yellow ties on the bag, to tie it shut, were wrapped around a dogs neck as she hightailed it to the safety of the house. I knew right away which dog it would be, because she is the one that is always out, nosing around looking for toads, and sure enough, Rascal was barking at the noise the cans had made on the concrete from the safety of the couch in the living room.

I figured she would be stuck in the dog door, cause I didn't figure the cans would fit through it, but come to find out, that's where she finally got away from that horrible thing that had followed her all the way across the yard, cause as she dove in the door, they couldn't, so the ties broke, and she was at last, safe, back in the house with me. Course I was practically rolling on the kitchen floor, from laughing at seeing that garbage bag, almost flying across the yard. DH went and got the bag out of the dog door, and she saw him carrying it, and wouldn't go near him, till he put it down. My poor baby girl was running scared, but I doubt it will cure her of looking for those poor toads.

I didn't get any layouts done today, I just couldn't settle down to do any. So hopefully tomorrow I can make myself do some...just a couple more days before I need to print out the last of what I have done for the album. I did however see a Scrappers poem today at my favorite poem/quote site, and thought I would share it here. Eventually, hopefully, I will actually put it on a layout, for a album. Maybe an about me album, if I ever get around to doing one...like the one they are doing on Tina's yahoo group. I really had planned on doing those challenges, that would net me an about me album, but so far, haven't managed to get started on them. Oh well, its not like I don't have enough pages about me, for Mom and Dad's book! LOL

Now isn't this poem, perfect for all of us Scrapbookers!

Scrapbooker's Verse

We gather up pictures
and bits of our past
and scrapbook them into
a gift that will last.

We write about milestones
and travels and such--
the times of our lives
that we treasure so much.

A few special photos,
a family tree,
a few thoughtful words
and soon we will see...

The album we've made
is much more than a book.
It's worth even more
than the time that it took.

It's a gift holding memories
and made with great care
by hearts and hands
with love to share.

by Kimberly Rinehart