Mostly Wordless Wednesday -- A Tired Dog

 If a tired dog is a good dog...

Then we're the best dogs there ever were.


zzzzzZZZZZZzzzzzz,

Nora B. Webster

PS.  Someone needs to clean that floor.  *ahem*

Rest

Everyone had yesterday off.

So we did a lot of this.

And even more of this.

It was wonderful.

Did anyone else have a three day weekend?

Back to work,

Nora B. Webster

Meat the Master

I've taken it upon myself to inspect everything that comes into our house.  All grocery bags, clothing bags, etc need to be sniffed by my snooter before they are allowed in.

Of course, all of the fosters are trained in this area as well so if you get one of mine, they will have quality assurance listed on their resume

Yes Master, I give you permission to brine that meat so we can have a feast of corned beef on St. Patrick's Day.  Don't forget the one whose nose was hard at work making sure there were no contaminates in that beef.


Eight more days,

Nora B. Webster


PS.  Thanks for all the thunder shirt recommendations.  We are going to our favorite pet store this weekend to try them out (and by we, I mean Jasper, I'm not afraid of anything but the furminator...actually, a thunder shirt might cure that fear right away.  Yes, this might be very, very nice).

Last Night...I Had...A Pleasant Nightmare...duhduhduhduntduhduhduhduh

The whole family went on a walk last night.

That's not what this post is about.

Sometime in the middle of the night, there was some thunder and lightening.

I was sleeping like this (except in my chair in the bedroom).   And there was a VERY LOUD CLATTER (it was not the thunder).

Jasper had busted into the closet and was trying to hide in there among the shoes and shoe racks and really, there was no room for a big scaredy cat dog.

Knowing they would never get rest with a terrified dog in the room, Being ever so kind and compassionate, Master and Mrs. Master offered for Jasper to sleep with them.

Do you know he slept right up by their heads with his head on Mrs. Master's pillow and her arm around him?

That's a level of snuggling to which I will never succumb.

Now I have to train a dog to not be afraid of silly things.

It's a hard knock life,

Nora B. Webster

Wordless Wednesday -- A Job Well Done

Bathing Beauties

Those are rocks underneath Jasper.  We're not mean here at Webster Manor, he just likes to lay there in the shade.  *weirdo*

I prefer the nice sidewalk and the sun.

Sometimes I shake it up a bit and lay in the grass.  I'm wild like that.

Soaking up the rays,

Nora B. Webster

The Student

Each time I go outside, I check all of my holes for vermin.

 Vermin removal is my most important job here at Webster Manor.

 Mrs. Master really likes her garden and between the rabbits eating the basil and the moles tunneling under the okra last year, I had to up my game.

You really have to get your snooter in there when double checking your work.

Sometimes you have to dig a little deeper in case they went further under.

 A good leader knows they should be replicating themselves in order to be doing bigger and better things.  So, when Jasper came along, I let him give it a chance.

 He was doing an ok job for a novice.

 When I felt he was ready to be on his own, I started on my other chores.

 However, I kept my eye on him from afar.  See how he's really getting his snooter in there?

I think he's about ready to move on and patrol his own manor.

If you're in need of some vermin control, contact Taysia Blue.  Of course, I can't promise that all the dogs have been taught to same level as Jasper.  But I hear the other teachers are *pretty* good so with some training, any of those dogs could be as good as we are.

Off to check the holes,

Nora B. Webster