Clovis takes a part-time Santa job at the Mall

Clovis and I wish you a Merry Christmas and a Peaceful and Happy New Year!

Happy Halloween!

 

Watch out for low flying carrots...

Washington State Fair

 

 

 

 

 

Repeat after me:

 

Oh Wah

Ta Goo

Siam

 

Now say it all together. (One of my Dad's favorites...)

Changes

 

September is a time of change.  That gentle shift from summer to fall, kids going back to school. For me personally, this September marks a change in my status from employed to unemployed. 

 

"Position eliminated due to merger."  That's what I write on my job applications.  And as I scroll through the job listings on multiple sites each day looking for those with my skill sets I wonder, is now a time for a change? Could I possibly find something more creative? 

 

I can't know what my future is but for now I remain open minded and positive and savor every minute of my job free days. I begin each day sitting with Clovie with my cup of Good Earth Sweet & Spicy tea and the paper, planning my day while he eats his breakfast. Then he'll let me pet him for awhile until I start tugging at those tufts of fur that are begging to be pulled. He turns to me, growls and scampers off and reluctantly, so do I.

Beach Bunnies

Bright Eyes

 

My bright-eyed sweet boy. 

I just want to pick him up and squeeze him. Of course, he won't let me...

Easter

Clovie and I hope you have a wonderful Easter weekend!

Pedicure

Back for another tooth trim and pedicure on this beautiful, sunny Spring like day.  And how many people does it take to trim Clovie's toenails?  Three.

One to hold his butt up in the air, one to trim with the Pedipaws, and one to take the picture.

 

 

 

Rebuffed

I CANNOT resist pulling those little tufts of fur that stick out when Clovis is moulting (and it seems he is forever moulting).  He really does not like it and runs off when I do.  This is the indignant look and stance I get:

STOP THAT !

The thing is, somewhere in the back of my mind I think I recall Bunnits saying she could spin yarn out of Clovis fur if I saved it and I thought what a nice memento that would be, to wear a scarf or sweater as soft as Clovie, knitted from his fur. (Maybe Bunnits was spinning a yarn...) Anyway, I am filling a sandwich bag with fur I have sneakily collected.

Well, unfortunately he is on to me. If I even reach over to pet him he takes off. When I put his food dish down sometimes he shies away until he is sure I'm not going to touch him. What have I done? I feel terrible! I'm working on trying to reverse that and pet NICELY.

I wonder how much fur you need for a skein of yarn...

Am I nuts or what?

 

Day at the Spa

I did a little blog catching up today and it appears I am not the only one who either has not much to say or is too busy to say it. I view January as my month to hibernate and I am just now beginning to venture out of my winter cave. 

This morning I took Clovis to the vet for his tooth and nail trim.  Instead of clipping his toenails, Dr. Heather used a sanding tool. I think it was a Pedi Paws. 

It's got a rotating sander and runs on batteries.  Clovie didn't struggle at all except a little when she did his back feet. I think he sort of enjoyed the vibration. For a minute there he looked like he was going to fall asleep. It took longer but it worked great. Dr. Heather referred to his visit as more of a day at the spa. I do not think that is what Clovis was thinking.