Is the winter over yet? The dogs are going absolutely crazy being inside so much. Connie and I walked them back in January, and you would think the dogs would remember that. Most days are just too cold, so we chase them around the back yard for a bit and throw tennis balls for them, but it's just not enough. They have a charming ability to get great wads of snow stuck to the fur between their toes, along with pebbles and all kinds of other detritus that gets tracked all over the house. We had been putting the old mop through its paces every time they came back inside; when John came up with the idea that we could put the dogs in the basement for the winter. We promised April we would develop the basement into a room for her; but it's so convenient to have the dogs there.
Of course, April had to remind us again of that promise when Liz came over to show April her engagement ring, and Liz found April in her “upstairs” bedroom. April was upset Liz teased her about how she wasn’t engaged yet. Elizabeth is so grown up now she’s going to get married, but sisters will still pick fights with each other no matter how old they get. It’s just part of having a sister. Of course, April was also upset when John and I went to dad’s apartment to celebrate his birthday, and we didn’t take her or Dixie. It’s not like dad noticed either one of them was missing; but John and I still have to deal with her typical teenager bad mood. I don’t think having a room in a basement would change that. Besides, the basement is just perfect for the dogs.
Mike tells me that our little rabbit, Miss Butterscotch, is still alive, despite the best efforts of my favourite grandchildren Robin and Meredith to change that condition.
My favourite grandcat, Shiimsa, has experienced her semi-annual flirtation with snow. Liz often takes Shiimsa outside on a harness, and every so often the cat insists on going outside despite the fact that there's been a snowfall. She'll leap out energetically through the front door, land majestically on the snowy grass, experience a moment of horror at finding herself belly-deep in cold white stuff, and then scramble up Liz's pant leg whining affrontedly and glaring at the ground. I hear it's very entertaining to watch, although I also hear that cats are smart - and this doesn't seem like especially bright behaviour to me. Who knows? With Liz’s wedding coming up, one of these days she’s going to have to make a decision about Shiimsa, and it would certainly be easier to decide where to put a dumb animal than a bright one.
Well, that's about it for now. I'm cooking up a pot roast and I have an eager face staring at me, drooling and begging for eats. Not one of the dogs, but John. April has stopped eating with us for some reason. I expect it’s a hunger strike over her room.
All in all, all the beasts are spoiled, healthy and happy. Good to know!