Another Slow Day

We're under new restrictions this week so Gerry and I are spending most of our time at home but making a point to get out for a short while every afternoon to give me a break from Murphy and to give Murphy an opportunity to get comfortable staying home by himself (with Maya, but they're not together when we're not home). It's become a nice break in the middle of the day.

Today, we had to drop off a little dog coat I had bought for Murphy that turned out to be too big (surprise, surprise). I offered it for sale on Marketplace and another small dog owner bought it. I didn't mind delivering it as we were coming into town anyway.

Gerry took advantage of the nice day to take our car through the car wash. He prefers a DIY wash so, while I stayed warm and snapped photos like a lady of leisure, he washed the car. After we got home, he drove our second car down the hill and washed it too. What a guy! 

I mentioned the jacket for Murphy that was too small. I'm thinking of trying my hand at knitting a little sweater for him. We'll see. Finding something small enough to fit him is a challenge so it might be the best route. There were so many more options when we lived in WA and I still have a couple of things that would fit him from when we had, Chelsea, but they're mostly pink and I just can't do that to him. 

This morning I was thinking about a photo I took in 2007, the first year we had Chelsea. I still have the little outfit she wore but Murphy says he's definitely not interested in putting it on. We're discussing it. 😁 

He's also made it perfectly clear he's absolutely NOT going to dress up in a matching outfit with Maya (like the girls did a number of years ago). I'll grant him that one.

Oh, dear. I just realized I might be becoming one of those dog people. You know what? I'm okay with it. Especially now when we could all use a little diversion from you know what.

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving for those of you in the US so I'm sending warm greetings from our home to yours. While your day may be different than expected I trust it will be special nonetheless. 🦃

'Tis the Season

The non-traditional trees are up—one in the living room, one in the den, and the other downstairs. 

Our daughter called yesterday, just after Gerry dragged the boxes upstairs, to wish him a happy birthday. They chatted and when they were finished I told him to tell her I'd call her back in five or ten minutes to chat (our mother-daughter conversations tend to run long!) after all the trees were up. Sure enough, ten minutes later all the trees were up and lit and that's the extent of seasonal decorating that will happen around here. I'm all about simple and low key.

Yesterday, as I mentioned, was Gerry's birthday and we enjoyed the conversation with kids and grands who called with greetings. He had expected to be on a hike but the club suspended activities given new provincial restrictions that just came into effect, so we took a long drive through an area we hadn't been to before. Once, we would have taken our cameras with stopped to capture some images but with the pup it just seems like too much work. We'll return to that practice in time.

I snapped a few pictures with my camera of the birthday boy and our dogs. Had to chuckle at this one with the dogs sticking their tongues out!

Dog Days

Maya has never in her twelve years curled up with another pup (not even with the perfect dog, Chelsea, who, heartbreakingly, left us seven years ago).

Murphy just pushes his happy self in, not even giving it a second thought. Maya allows it, then gets up and jumps up on the sofa.

"First my rabbit, now my bed," I hear her mutter under her breath as she curls up.

Something outside the window catches her attention and she jumps down and goes to the window to bark at the neighbour out shoveling show.

Three-pound Murphy isn't big enough to see out over the top of the windowsill.

Maya chuckles.

"Now who has the last laugh."