Daily Drama 7

Prince Dobalob had a frightening experience in the front yard yesterday! I wish I had photos, but he was out of sight from my seat at the front door. If you will, please imagine the video where he gets frightened by “something.” Then, please imagine a photo of Dobby straggling up the front steps, limping and dragging his front right leg, wobbly and unstable as he reaches the top of the steps, making a sharp left turn without stopping to annoy me.

I was sitting at this table.

When I realized that he was not reacting from a recently ingested toxin, nor was he bleeding anywhere, I grabbed my phone to take some photos. If you examine the first photo, you can see that he was suffering from a Harness Malfunction. Now, imagine, if you will, because my phone failed to take several carefully composed photos and a video, imagine a photo of The Prince, parked by the front door in misery. “NOW will you let me in through the front door? Clearly I cannot possibly make it back down the steps in this condition.”

Dang.

Look at that, will you? I managed to remove and replace his harness, right there at the front door.

“I still don’t think I can make it down those steps. I have been recently maimed.”

No, I didn’t attempt to film a video during the actual “Putting On of the Harness.” It took several attempts before he gave in and let me put it back on.

“I still think I should go in through this door. It’s SO far to walk all the way around the house.”

The question remains: what happened out there that caused him to pull his leg out of the harness?

The Dude Ranch | Alfalfa’s Adventures

I’ll be reblogging once in a while, when fun posts come to my attention. This time, I am reblogging a post I co-wrote for Alfalfa’s Adventures!

The Dude Ranch at Stacy’s Funny Farm

Follow the link to find our whole story:

The Dude Ranch | Alfalfa’s Adventures.

Daily Drama 6

Here’s little Carl, showing everyone that his eye doesn’t look too bad. He gets eyedrops twice a day, while the Dudes line up at the food bowls waiting for the imminent treats.

Carl Sagan’s left eye is still just a bit cloudy

Dobby, meanwhile, is miffed. We were out late last night and his bedtime milk was not on time. Plus, SOMEONE is at the washer, cleaning his blankets, which always meets with disapproval. And the dreaded Penguin blanket is on his bed. He hated it from the beginning, but I assumed it had picked up some Eau de Goodwill Outlet. It has been marked and then washed and he still hates it.

“Don’t touch my blankets!”

Outside, Quasimodo, the Red Slider, is enjoying the morning sun. You can clearly see the calcium growth on his right cheek in this photo.

“Blink”

Elsewhere, Cor-Ten, the new pigeon is getting along just fine with the doves. He’s busy checking out the perches, food, and water, and so far nobody id bothering him or vice-versa. He’s closer in size to the doves than other pigeons I have had, so that helps a lot.

Kitty Hawk

The cats look pretty useless, but their work is mostly graveyard shift. I initiated the morning nose-bump with Grover this morning, and he didn’t flinch.

Grover

The huge crashing sound this morning was Dobby. This is where we store his soiled blankets until they reach the top of our laundry queue. We have 2-3 loads a day and his bedding isn’t always a top priority. The kitchen rugs and blankets are washed daily, though.

“Where are my blankets?”

Finally, here is Dobby in bed, sulking. I had just spread out his blankets, but he was in there before I had finished, wadding up the penguin blanket and pushing it aside. You can see it in the back.

“Take THAT, nasty old penguin blanket!”

Daily Drama 5

After two wet days, the rabbits were very willing to be penned up after their usual afternoon Garden Party. Romeo, the big bully who has been sequestered, was allowed to join the party and behaved himself well enough to earn more party privileges. The amazing thing is that when the party ended, I found him hunkered down in the bully pen, ready to be locked up! That’s indicative of how much time he spends in “Time Out.” He thinks of it as his home.

Grover the once-feral cat is still very skittish after 1-1/2 years, but I finally figured out what is happening in the morning when I feed him. His food is stored beneath the feeding area, and as I lean in to scoop out the morning ration, Grover comes very near to my face. This morning he managed a “Nose-Touch” with the bill of my baseball cap! He’s been trying to nose touch like that for weeks! I do think that this summer he will allow me to touch him, though I doubt he will ever be as friendly as Kitty Hawk.

Dobby had pulled one of his blankets off the bed and it made a damp soggy mound on the paved area next to his bed. I removed it and brought out another blanket, and he started to pull that one out, too, before I had even spread it out on the bed. At that moment, I must have put on my thinking cap, because I decided to back out of his bed to look around. That was when I noticed that his step was missing! I use an upside-down rubber tub for a step up into his bed and it had been pushed all the way underneath his bed! I pulled it out, and Dobby stepped right up and into his bed where he resumed his princely position. You’re welcome, Dobby!

Daily Drama 4

I am hoping we won’t actually have any dramas today. The guinea pigs are getting used to two snack times a day, now that Carl is getting eye drops. What could be better than having SOMEONE ELSE get the medicine, but everyone shares the treats? (Today’s breakfast included apple and rose petals!)

Yesterday, Dobby scared the heck out of me. I guess pets are always having little crises, aren’t they?