Wednesday, July 1, 2009

The Good,The Bad, And The Ugly



The good, the pretty...the roses continue to bloom. These looked so delicate to me. White and dainty.


I had a good day. I rode with my husband to Columbus. He passed his test this week, his hard work was rewarded. So, he went to get one of his certifications today. It was good to see him go, and it was good for me as well. I talked with people away from home, away from the grocery store, away from Wal-Mart, you name it. I love living here, and I love working alone, but sometimes I need the pinch of a reminder of the busy society that still exists out there!


I got some grass mowing in when I came home. It was a great day!


Now I have to share with you something that doesn't quite fit into the realm of a woman that is trying to sell crisp, clean products. Soap?


For the weak hearted, or, instead, those that have a weak stomach, you may or may not want to look at what I am going to show you next.

My girl, Tyra, my 6 year old boxer, my constant companion, never does (much) wrong. She has to know everything that is going on around her, therefore she makes her twice a day rounds throughout the house. Generally she never leaves any indication that she has checked the premises out.


I have a small entry way at the front door. I am the only one that uses it. I have a red bench that I sit on to put on shoes, and I also plop down various things that I am taking out the door (milk cans, mail, udder wipes). The bench is my "reminder" spot. Sometimes I leave notes for myself there as well.

Now comes the bad and the ugly (not really)...



Look real hard at the center of the photo, in the middle...yeah, you see it, it is not a scratch in the red paint. No, it isn't.

It is BOXER DROOL!



A little string of it.



Ha ha ha...



Obviously my girl was very interested in what I had sat out for the day.



She left me a surprise, along with a giggle, as I headed out to the mailbox on my way to the barn this morning.






Sorry...had to share.

7 comments:

Jennifer said...

LOL! I know all about dog drool. Our pyrs Bayla, Abby and Dreyfus drool a little, not bad though...But Dudley, OMG that dog drools like Hooch! Did you ever see that movie. I swear he is that bad. He shakes and it flies all over. It drops in the water bucket and collects on the bottom like a jellyfish, it sometimes hangs from both sides of his mouth like shoelaces. He needs a bib... but we love him. Drool and all.

Mary said...

Jennifer, I have been laughing and wiping my eyes for the past 5 minutes. gross, but hilarious!

Debbie said...

You'd make a good CSI. Most people wouldn't have noticed that!
Deb

KathyB. said...

Drool...I too would not have noticed it. My Labs only drool when they are watching me eat, and that is a good thing. Do you carry drool rags around like a lot of dog owners with drool prone dogs?

Twisted Fencepost said...

Gotta take the bad with the good. Even as gross as it is.
I would have seen it. I notice anything that is out of place. And having a dog like that....I would have to pull out my drool rag and wipe it up. And gagged the whole time.

Gioia Made Soap said...

Love these white roses... they have a special meaning for us, the last couple of months..
it were 2 losses of dearest family and you can read it on my blog
The white roses .... where all around..
love
Georgette

Mary @ Annie's Goat Hill said...

Georgette, it is good seeing you. I was concerned. I wrote on your blog today.

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Yes, I do a bit of wiping around the house. I was not sure about posting about boxer drool. I thought it would drive you all away! But, it is a part of my daily life. They do not drool constantly. I have no idea why she drooled where she did. She might have just had breakfast with us. She gets a slice of whole wheat bread with a tiny bit of peanut butter each morning (and her kibble too of course).

Before I had boxers I had never been around one. The husband said we had to have a boxer. I was convinced. It took a while to get used to the "drive by slobbers." Now I do not get too bothered, except when I see dog food or dirt on their lips, then I tell them they had BETTER NOT TOUCH ME! They do.