If You Can’t Beat Her…Join Her
Posted By FarmerJ on February 4, 2010
Abigail here…and I’m not a happy camper! I’m spoiled rotten, and I demand all of the attention, all of the table scraps, all of the toys and all of life’s great comforts ~ including my blankie on my recliner. I am not one to share these sorts of things.
So, this one time at band camp…oh wait, that’s a different story. So, this one day a couple of weeks ago, it was a typical arctic day on the Farmstead. I was quite content in my blankie Mama had set up for me on my recliner. I could easily keep an eye on her while she was in the kitchen, and from this vantage point, I would have a ‘heads up’ if the house was about to fill with smoke again. But, when nature calls, she calls, and Mama diligently met my high-maintenance needs by taking me outside to ‘answer the call.’ All was well in my little Toy Fox world.
Or, so I thought! While I was braving the cold arctic weather ~ even I, in all my glory, don’t have a nice box tucked away in a warm corner to do my business in ~ that mischievous Mon-kay had nestled into my blankie on my recliner! Oh, the humanity! Wait, she’s a feline. Oh, the feline-ity! Or, would it be ‘Oh, the canine-ity!’ since I’m a canine? Anyway ~ the point is that this finicky fur ball had taken my spot! Hmpf!
Knowing good and well that I can’t make that Mon-kay do anything she doesn’t want to do ~ and knowing that she’d put a good ‘Womp!’ on my head if I tried ~ I decided I’d join her.
Excuse me while I pout a moment…
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I forgot to mention that I am mentioning you in my post tomorrow and have a link back to your blog.
Gill
Hi Gill! That’s great ~ I have a feeling it has to do along the lines of ‘projects begetting projects,’ right?! Heehee! We certainly have ‘projects’ in common, among many other things.
Thanks for being such a doll. I would love to have some of your readers give us a visit.
Aw, poor pup! When I was a kid, we had a cat named Henry, a dog named Charlie. Henry couldn’t open the screen door by himself. We don’t have the details, but somehow, Henry trained Charlie to open the back door for him. He’d come stare at a sound-asleep Charlie, Charlie’d wake, let out a big sigh, get up, lean against the door and let the cat out.
I’m not sure if Henry ever got him trained to let him back in…
Just remember, sweet Abigail, it could be worse!
XO and puppy bones,
-Laura at TenThingsFarm
The brand of paint J was Sico, however if you give this number to your paint store they can match it up:
Sico 4150-21 Almond Tart
for a lighter version:
Sico 4150-11 Light Sugar
For a darker version
Sico 4150-31 Dune Sand
and if you have a room which gets the sun this is an even darker version
Sico 4150-42 Toasted Wheat
All are the same family and all look lovely. Many people admired our last house.
Gill