Patricia did not make any New Year’s resolutions this year. Good thing as she has a very poor track record with anything like that.
Consider the daily walk the dogs routine. Very hit and miss. Mostly miss in my opinion. Today her excuse was “it’s raining.” So like we live in Vancouver, Washington is that really going to be her “go to” excuse of choice for the next three months? Really? I mean I suppose there will be a couple of days between now and March when it might not rain. I don’t remember that happening but I suppose it might.
I can’t say that I am overly fond of the wet stuff myself, but I don’t think it should stop going for walks! Except for snow! We did have a few days of white, frozen stuff and I liked that. Yum. I ate mouthfuls whenever I could. Of course there was not really enough snow that you could get a decent mouthful but I did try.
So today, all day, I’m stuck in the house. Yeah, I could, I suppose go out in the back yard and chill for a bit but that is so boring. The squirrels are having territorials wars right now and that has added a bit of interest but they tend to stay in the trees so not a lot of fun for me.
Yesterday was a hard day.
Jon and Patricia decided to do some rescue work on two rocking horses. The white one was not in bad shape except that it had spent too many days out in the field. The moss started to take over and it was more green than white. The black one needed extensive work as all the wooden parts had rotted out. So those two characters worked all afternoon on them. Crazy. I stayed with them for awhile but then it got closer and closer to meal time and they did not stop! I got worried. Pudge was beside himself. Both Pudge and I thought they were never going to quit! Pudge kept saying we should call 911 but I managed to calm him down long enough not to do that.
Finally after what seemed forever and ever Jon stopped long enough to come in and take care of us. What a relief. Then out he went again. I stayed inside. Forget it. Pat was pretending she was a horse beautician and drenching the horses with buckets of Pine Sol and bleach. Jon was measuring, cutting, pulling, pushing, screwing and doing all sorts of crazy stuff with his tools. You have to watch out when he starts pulling out his tools. The guy loses all sense of time and sensibility when that happens. I know. This isn’t the first rodeo I’ve been through, on that score let me tell you. Finding out Pat isn’t much better. Not good.
Started to get dark and I was wondering if they were going to spend the night out there but they finally came in. I was hoping today it was going to be back to normal but I caught Pat texting Jon asking him to find some black paint when he comes home. Something about painting the hooves on the dumb, white horse. I just hope and pray they don’t do it till AFTER they have taken care of other pressing duties that Pudge and I are concerned about.