Fuzzy is a pain in the ass, that is all there is to it. If I did not want her, she would be all over me, but since we need her to go to the vet, she is acting a fool. Whatever---she must not comprehend that the vet is open practically every day and I will eventually win. And Barry is right, she is surely in foal, and if she is not, what would I do about it? Nothing, that is what- it is July. She better hope she is, as if she is open, I am sending her happy butt to the trainer where she can get a Come to Jesus about who is running this operation.
In other news, a funny thing happened this morning. My cleaning lady comes on Fridays. She loves Thor, and he "helps" her clean. HA! But she is scared of the other two dogs, as they are not quite so happy go lucky--or at least they do not appear to be. I keep them in the backyard while she is there to appease her.
Evidently they have a new trick of opening the fence gate and when she arrived, she believed they would not let her out of her truck. That was how I was awakened this morning--her phone call to tell me she was trapped in the driveway.
I let her in and went to fix the fence gate AGAIN. When I came back in, Kathy was standing on a chair in the kitchen, shaking and looking terrified. Slater was wandering around looking for something to eat as usual...he had opened the back door and let himself in. I normally keep it deadbolted to keep him out, but since I was in the back yard, obviously, I did not lock my own self out of the house.
I guess I should not laugh at this. But I cannot help it. He is such a sweet baby, and anyone that really knows him knows he is not scary---he was grinning like a monkey, and must have thought there was a fun game happening with the lady standing on the chair.
Thank God it is Friday!
Friday, July 6, 2007
Well I lied-- no vet visit today
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That must have been a hoot to see the cleaning lady on the chair and Slater wandering around. How can anyone think one of the babies is not dangerous, but think the rest are? Did you tell her Slater is just a big baby who likes attention?
Rita
You should see her face when Simba --she calls her "the brown one" looks at her through the window.
I did not want to make fun of her, but it was hard keeping a straight face when I saw her on that chair.
It did clarify for me that she can in fact get up where she needs to be to dust the shelves---maybe she noticed that she has not done them in forever?
Oh, how funny - Maybe you should let him in more often so she cleans up higher? Pretty soon, she'll be standing on the counters doing your light fixtures instead of your baseboard.. Wait - she DOESN'T do your baseboard - tsk, tsk for having dirty baseboard.. hahahahaha
You sound like my mother- that is a firing offense in her book. The wierd thing is she DOES clean wierd things---like the fronts of the cabinets. Sure they need to be cleaned, but EVERY WEEK? yet she does not dust shelves
And how long have you had this cleaning lady?
Too funny Slater is a sweet heart, now Simba wasn't all too happy to meet Leigh and I from what I remember. visions of her stressed face growling comes to mind.
No baseboards or dusting of shelves? Well, I'd tell her flat out... dust !!!
I do tell her---evidently that is hard. She will dust one shelf but not another. She wiped off the top of hte clothes dryer but not the washer--they are right next to each other. What is up with that?
Simba puts on a big show of being scary but is not really--her I can understand being scared of unless you really know her. Slater I dont get so much.
Do you think "Cleaning Lady" dusts one but not the other--------one shelf but not the other------to get the "heck" out of there-----meaning your house before the "hungry herd" comes in! ! ! ! !
Pay by how many shelves are dusted, tops of items that are dusted, baseboards wiped, and see how much $$$$$$she makes.
Hehehe
carol
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