Cindy already has a couple of beds. One is permanently in my room where she sleeps at night and another, older bed is in the back room as she likes to nap there sometimes. I bought another for her earlier this year but it turned out to be just a mat, not well padded. With the move coming up I thought I’d buy another one that was a bit softer as like me Cindy is starting to feel her age a bit.
I ordered a generously sized bed, probably a bit bigger than we needed but Cindy likes to stretch out so I thought it would be nice for her and since it came yesterday she seems to like it.
This evening Polly decided to investigate it and she obviously approved of it too. Not long ago I heard very loud purring and looked down to see that she had climbed in there with Cindy. I took a couple of photos but they were spoiled by the flash reflecting their eyes. I looked again a bit later and they had both gone to sleep. Plenty of room for two.
It was very late one night and I thought I ought to get ready for bed so let the dogs outside to do their business and went to the bathroom to wash and clean my teeth. I went back to the bedroom to set my alarm for the work the next morning and turn down the bed covers as I always do every night. Both of my dogs had come back inside but Teddy had already curled up and gone to sleep on the end of my bed. In fact he was out like a light very quickly as I had heard both of the dogs come back inside. I thought that Teddy looked rather cute so I sneaked out of the room practically on tippy toes to get my camera. He must have had a really big day because he never as much as flickered an eyelid. He was still in blissful dreamland dreaming his doggy dreams. He did open his eyes when he heard the camera go off.
Toby was tired too and also ready for bed but he was awake when I came into the bedroom but he looked very comfy curled up on my bed.
Sometimes my cats come in and get on my bed too and there is no room left for me. They do this more in the colder months. I don’t know where they expect me to sleep! Never mind though. There is something comforting and reassuring about having the animals close by during the night. I never sleep as well without at least one of them. Have a great Sunday.
This is the last photo I took during a mini photo shoot in the garden yesterday. In between shots I’d had a game of ball with Cindy. She loves to play fetch but these days she can sometimes take a while to decide to drop the ball so there is not so much chasing and more dodging me until she is ready to give it up. Still, she is thirteen so I am glad she wants to play ball at all.
What could be cuter than animals, especially baby animals? Here are a few that I’ve taken over the years of our pets.
Polly thinks I’ve taken enough photos.Naomi’s Toby as a puppy.Naomi’s dog TeddyNaomi’s pets Teddy (different Teddy) and RosewoodCindy and our old cat Jake
The other day I was outside taking some doll photos on the front porch and Polly decided to join me. As she is an inside cat she only comes out if I am there and I know that she won’t wander too far away. She did take the opportunity to get a little fresh air and of course a good stretch.
I don’t know the exact day that Cindy was born but calculating back from when I got her as a 9-week old puppy I believe it is around now. Thirteen years old is pretty good and she is a healthy dog.
I took these photos of her in the garden this morning.
Most of our Op Shop volunteers make a big fuss when customers bring babies into the shop. I guess I am not very maternal. I prefer dogs.
A few customers bring dogs and tie them up outside the shop while they browse. Sometimes we’re asked for a bowl of water for them which we are happy to supply. If it is not too warm, other customers leave their dogs in their cars with the windows open. I don’t really like this but those people don’t usually stay long. Very occasionally a customer might bring their dog inside and carry it around with them.
This week I met two dogs at the shop. One was a twelve-year-old German Shepherd whose owner had come in to find a couple of old blankets for her. Twelve is a good age for a German Shepherd so when she commented on how much her dog loved soft toys I found one for her to give it. The lady let her dog out of the car to stretch her legs and say hello to me, it was near the end of the day and I was taking things back inside the shop. She seemed to love the toy and carried it around in her mouth. I don’t know if this dog understood that the toy came from me but she came up and gave me a lick. I know a lot of people are frightened of German Shepherds but the ones I have met have all been lovely dogs.
My second dog moment left me feeling quite angry. Some people had come in and were browsing while their dog, which was tied up outside near the water container, was barking and crying. The people were in the shop for a long time and it sounded to me as if the dog was getting quite distressed. One of the owners went out to check on it once but when he came back inside the dog started crying again.
I guess I am sensitive to this because Cindy gets anxious when I am away from her. I went outside to have a look at the dog and discovered it was a puppy, not a tiny puppy but only a few months old. It was at that clumsy big-footed stage. I let it sniff my hand and talked to it for a bit before thinking I had better get back to work. The owners were still shopping, they did not seem to be in much of a hurry. I went out again, my feet were hurting and I needed a rest so I thought I’d sit on the bench outside and keep the pup company for a few minutes. He cried and tried to come to me but the leash was not long enough to allow that so I went and stood beside him and patted him and told him it would be OK.
I was still out there talking to the pup when the owners came back. I was really annoyed with them by now and I said that the pup was too young to understand them being gone for so long. They said “He’s got to learn.” and “It’s better to ignore him when he cries.” I thought “Yes, but not for that long.” they must have been gone at least half an hour. So I said “I bet you wouldn’t leave a baby crying for that long.” and the woman said that she probably would.
I went back inside because there was no point in saying anything else to them but I was angry about it for the rest of the day.
