First, I would like to apologize for my lack of blog these past few weeks.  A lot has happened since my last post over a month ago.  I say that with my tongue firmly planted in my cheek.  We really haven’t done much except emulate road kill.   

My husband and I have been ill with some kind of strep throat thingy that acted like strep throat, but wasn’t.  Whatever that is.  It felt like ebola of the neck, with a clogging vat of rhino-virus thrown in.  We got it from my mother-in-law.  This is a woman who has the immune system of a yogurt eating Tibetan.  You know the ones.  They live in the mountains with yaks, 16,000 feet above sea level.  They eat roasted barley and live 3,000 cavity-free years before dying peacefully in their sleep.  Dying with strong nails, a full head of hair, and all their ivory teeth intact like elephant tusks.  This is my mother-in-law Margaret.  Except she is much, much, much younger (2,928 years younger), and unable to kill a charging lion with her right incisor.  And I don’t think she’s ever seen a yak.  She lives in Oklahoma.

Anyway, we got the flu from her.  We do this every year.  She always says, “I felt a bit dizzy this morning, but I’m fine now.”  My husband always says, “It was probably just the weather change.”  Then the following day, my husband and I are always deathly ill with whatever made her momentarily dizzy.  She could be one of those missionaries who work in a leper colony – one of those people who thrive without antibiotics, shelter, or clean drinking water.  Too bad the only things my husband inherited from her was her hair and teeth.   

However, we are up and running now, but this week we have been trying to catch up on taking care of all the things that we let slide.  Like the housework.  Messy doesn’t even begin to cover the wreck that was my house.  There were so many leaves on the carpet, I had to rake my floor before I could vacuum.  And the bathroom looked like a horking cat had been locked up in it for weeks until all the hairballs had been evacuated.  Two days ago I cleaned it all up.

But cleaning it all up took me only one day of hard labor.  I had help.  I had help in the form of a 2.5 lb poodle that I’m “babysitting”. 

Meet Brutus.

Here he is in his camo jacket.  I’m not as insane as you think.  It was cold out and had iced over in the night.  Do you have any idea how hard it is to squeeze a morning pee out of a tiny, shivering dog?  It was either the camouflage jacket, or the pink and black polka-dotted sweater with pom-poms.  Poor little guy.

Here he is naked:

Brutus is a “rescue” dog that came to live with me and my mother.  Let me explain that.  I do not live with my mother, but two other dogs do – Fritz and Noodle (another rescued dog).  My mother got Brutus for me, but since my schedule doesn’t allow for caring for a dog 24/7, we have decided to divvy him up.  He loves it.  At my house he gets undivided one-on-one attention, and at my mother’s house he gets to play with the other dogs.

I don’t know . . . Does he look spoiled to you?

Do you have any of your own illness/housecleaning/pet tales you want to share?  Remember, to leave a comment, click on the ‘Comments’ tag at the end of this blog, and don’t forget to check out the latest pet Photoblog on the right.  Just put your cursor over the picture to read the caption, or click on one if you want to leave your comment.

And now, to watch a funny video – click on the link below and watch with the sound up:

Have fun!

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  1. Curly Head says:

    AAAHHH im 1st to comment i think!
    I love brutus thea wan-chi, He looks like such a sweatheart or wait sweetheart? (IDK)
    Cant wait to see you sometime! Just saw your hubby, helping my pa with something?
    Anyway! Love ya

  2. Thea says:

    Hi Curly Head! You ARE the first to leave a comment :)
    And Brutus is a sweetheart. He’s sitting next to me right now growling for attention. Today, he learned the words, ‘Don’t eat that!’ and ‘Put that down!’ :D

  3. Kippy says:

    Auntie Thea! Now we can go shopping together at Build a Bear!

  4. Slarty says:

    Well, Brutus, I almost met you!

    Oh, Thea, he is just too cute. My voice gets really high-pitched when I see him :D. My favorite is the picture of him in the camo jacket. His ears and fur are all pushed forward. I am happy you got to have him for a few days. Does he miss the other dogs? My pets would like to keep their ‘tales’ to themselves. They don’t want me to share them.

  5. Thea says:

    Kippy, will you name the bear Brutus?

  6. Thea says:

    Slarty C. – he seemed to miss Fritz (Mom’s Maltese) at the beginning, then when he realized that he was the recipient of undivided attention, he got over it VERY quickly. :)
    He’s been back at Mom’s for only 3 hours & 16 minutes and I already miss him horribly. He tried to follow me out of the door when I left her house. I have no doubt he howled when I left.
    He was too fun.

  7. Kippy says:

    Auntie Thea! That’s not what I meant. I meant we could go CLOTHES SHOPPING at Build a Bear! Their stuff would fit Brutus perfectly. Last summer they had a pith helmet that would have gone really good with his camo. And they have cargo pants and they have a place for you to put your tail through. Not your tail, Brutus’s tail!
    My Mammy says there is a moratorium (what’s a moratorium?) on me getting any more bears. She wants to put all of my bears in a yard sale. THAT would be terrible tragical!!!! Maybe I could give one of my bears a middle name. I will have to think about which one would sound good with Brutus.

  8. Snuffygump says:

    What ever the critter is on the video, I must have one, and will put him on my list for future pets.
    Looking forward to seeing the new charge in more outfits. It has to be wonderful to have such a little soul in your life again. Sounds like a good arrangement.
    Bon Voyage!

  9. Thea says:

    Kippy, what a good idea! Brutus could find more manly clothes at Build a Bear. Right now, besides the Camo jacket, he only has that girly sweater that his grandma bought him from Walmart.
    (And a moratorium means that your Mammy isn’t getting you any more bears because she knows that you have enough right now.)

  10. Thea says:

    Snuffygump, the slow loris is some kind of primate that’s on the endangered species list. Google ‘slow loris’ and videos come up of them as pets. They are hilarious. There is a video of one trying to figure out what a chair leg is. Very cute!
    And, yes, Brutus is just what we needed. :) :)

  11. Slarty says:

    Kippy! Hi! Tell Felix I am still anxiously waiting to hear from him and about your Mammy’s sledding incident.

    Thea, are you gone yet? My relatives leave for their cruise on Sunday. Ugh I envy all of you who are traveling to a warmer climate!

  12. Thea says:

    All gone! But not boarded just yet.

    Sledding incident!? Snuffygump?

  13. Slary says:

    Ha! Don’t answer my questions or post them until you return! Just in case!

  14. Snuffygump says:

    Slarty!!! I haven’t forgotten you…nor has Felix. He has been distracted by all of the snow. We were all teasing him just today about writing you. I’m afraid we may be adding a new version to all of your many aka’s. My husband can’t quite say Squidgie and it has been coming out Squeegie.
    You know, Auntie Thea and Uncle Randy could have had a couple of our boys accompany them on that cruise. They stow away so perfectly in just one suitcase, plus plenty of room for their (Thea and Randy’s) stuff. But ever since they got Bruuuutiiisss, they have forgotten all about their devoted nephews up here where it has been -18° F to -25° F below zero. They really thought just a mere 2 months ago that they were going to be invited along. You should have heard Felix and Winnie making plans to go water skiing behind the boat. They were even going to see if they could learn some of the songs that the waiters sing when they serve your meal, so that they could sing and dance along with them.
    That’s OK, Felix figures that new upstart of a furball will completely forget Auntie Thea and Uncle Randy while they are gone. Or at least he would, if he were a cat.

  15. Kippy says:

    Dear Slarty,
    Well, I’ve got stories too! And I can do fancy tricks even better than Felix. And I have my own sled, just my size. So does Elmo.
    Hey! I just figured out that Brutus is about the right size for Elmo to ride. Maybe Auntie Thea will find a miniature leather saddle, duty free, in Cozamel. That would be so cute!
    Auntie Thea! Look for a saddle!!!

  16. Thea says:

    Slarty, you mentioned it first :) ! Ah well, I figured anyone would be put off by our vigilant guard neighbors and their immense dog Magnus who jumps the back yard fence like a 150 lb cricket.
    By the way, it’s not warm here in Galveston. I’m wearing my sweater when we venture out. :I

  17. Thea says:

    Felix, Winnie, we would have loved to have taken you, but your Mammy never told us that you wanted to go! :( I’m sorry! And we would NEVER forget you guys!
    (Brutus didn’t get to go on the cruise either. He’s stuck with Grandma while we’re gone, listening to the tv at sonic, eyeball shattering level.)

    Hey, you guys would love Brutus, and he would love you if you could meet him. Kippy, I think Brutus might be smaller than Elmo. Think bird-boned-little-pony sized. But I’m pretty sure Brutus is strong enough to carry Elmo, but I think Elmo will have to ride bareback since I don’t think Brutus will be strong enough for a tiny Mexican saddle. Maybe just a neckerchief for a horse blanket. Your Mammy’s embroidery thread would do fine as a bridle. Just be careful … Brutus’ breath is stinky enough to make you wonder which end you’re standing at.

  18. Slarty says:

    Snuffygump!!! Yay to you remembering me, and one more yay that Felix has forgotten about me either! You know, I kind of like Squeedgie. Little One, Squirt, Small Fry, Mal-inator, Little Girl, Tweety Bird, Moe (not in reference to the stooge)…more of my aka’s. All of which are used on a daily or weekly basis. I’m sure there are more I’m not remembering. It’s a wonder that I even know my real name. My favorite is Squirt, though. Some old man that works for the city calls me that and mainly because he can’t remember my name. Now I can Squeedgie. Fun fun! I could fit in a suitcase too! Tell the kids I’m sorry they didn’t to take the trip to warmer weather. Too bad.

    Kippy! It’s good to hear from you. I have seen pictures of your sled! Have you used it yet this winter?

    Thea! xoxo!

  19. Kippy says:

    Hey Slarty! You could buy all your clothes at Build a Bear, too! They have some pretty pink tutu’s that you would like.
    Well, no one wants to supervise us and no one will even take us out on our sledding hill in our own back yard! We haven’t been sledding yet. And, we have lots of snow!!!
    One of my Mammy’s friends up here told my Mammy that she would be right over to go sledding with us, but it turns out that was only because she wanted the beer afterwards.
    It’s snowing right now. I just know all of the kids in town will be out on the sledding hill up by the courthose tomorrow after school. But me and Elmo won’t be there.
    Whatever happened to quality time, I ask you?
    I bet if Auntie Thea were here right now, instead of being off on some boat, she would take us. She might even let us put a harness on Brutus. That way, after we sled down the hill, Brutus could pull me and Mo back up the hill! That would be cool!
    My Mammy and Daddy lived in the Vail, CO area when they were first married. They had a dog, named Natuck. He was a bizzillion times bigger than Brutus. He didn’t wear embarrassing clothes, either. They had a harness for him to wear. A whole bunch of their friends would go tubing on Meadow Mt., an old closed ski hill, west of Vail. Natuck would always pull all of the tubes back up the hill for everyone! He could even pull a girl your size, Slarty! He had Husky in him.
    I could tell you more about tubing on Meadow Mt. but that’s supposed to be Felix’s story to tell you. Don’t blame me if he’s too lazy to write and tell you.
    I gotta go now. I’m supposed to think real hard about something embarrasing. Auntie Thea hopes that everyone will bare their humilation and she will have all kinds of stories to read when she gets online again. I don’t want to let her down!

  20. Purplume says:

    No tales, just I need to houseclean. I’ve been putting it off. Why clean too far ahead of time and then have to do it again? Company arrives in 8 days. so tomorrow I am to start shoveling out, (not snow.)
    I love your descriptions.

  21. Thea says:

    I wish someone would come clean my house all over again.
    I like your philosophy. I shouldn’t waste energy. :)

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