rainy days naughty ways

there's something you must know about the palm ranch.  we are ruled by the dogs.  two big brown dogs.  they tell us when to get up.  they tell us when to go out.  they tell us when to eat.  they tell us when to sleep.  and sometimes they squeeze us right out of the bed.

right now they are resting peacefully.  but it's been a long day.

you see. . .it's raining in los angeles.  it doesn't happen often, but has been way too much in the last few weeks.  i moved here for sunshine after all!  so when it rains, we get stuck inside.  (because i have no interest in getting wet or dealing with a muddy dog.)

and suddenly, without a good romp in the park, daisy goes from sweet to sour faster than you can say "sour patch kids".

on a good day, when the sun is out, she looks like this.  she runs and plays at her favorite park.

she chases balls, chews on sticks, rumbles with other four-legged friends and puts her cold, wet, and always dirty nose on everyone she sees.

most people don't mind. . .it's a dog park.  they should expect a little dirt!

but on day's like today, this smile is gone.  she steals cough drops and nail files off of the bed stand, socks from the dirty laundry and tissues from the trash.  she shreds anything in her reach.  she sighs heavily and frequently.  she barks at the slightest noise. and she stares longingly at you for hours. . .begging. . .pleading. . .that there must be something more.  and often, we succumb and take her somewhere, anywhere.

and then there's blu.  and regardless if it is sunny or rainy, she pretty much looks like this   all day everyday.

she's an old gal.  she's earned her right to lay around all day.  she's lived a long life and she deserves to be in retirement.  and she's quite content to be in this state, except for two times a day.  in blu's world, twice a day, the clouds part, the sun emerges and the angels sing.  twice a day, she eats and life is complete.  god bless blu.