Lightning set the marsh on fire?

Lightning here...taking over the blog tonight.

I'm confused this evening.  It smells really bad outside, and the air looks foggy all day like the morning sometimes is.  Earlier my boy said it was because of the marsh fire outside of New Orleans and the wind blowing the smoke our way.  He asked Mom what started the fire, and she said Lightning!  That really got my attention.   I looked at her like she was nuts.  Lightning didn't start a fire.  Lightning has been home with Thumper every day!  Hmph....she must have misunderstood.  I'm going to sleep on this one tonight. Maybe my boy will come home from school with better information than Mom had.

What do you think?

Wacky Wednesday

Here's some humor to lighten the day...I received the following "story" in an email.  I don't know who wrote it originally so, sorry, I can't give credit to anyone.  But I thought it was funny, and can't we all use something to make us laugh?  Enjoy...

DOG FOR SALE

A guy is driving around the back woods of Montana and he sees a sign in front of a
broken down shanty-style house: 'Talking Dog For Sale '.  He rings the bell and the owner appears and tells him the dog is in the backyard.  The guy goes into the backyard and sees a nice looking Labrador retriever sitting there.

'You talk?' he asks.   'Yep,' the Lab replies. After the guy recovers from the shock of hearing a dog talk, he says 'So, what's your story?'

The Lab looks up and says, 'Well, I discovered that I could talk when I was pretty young..
I wanted to help the government, so I told the CIA.  In no time at all they had me jetting from
country to country, sitting in rooms with spies and world leaders, because no one figured a
dog would be eavesdropping.'

'I was one of their most valuable spies for eight years running... But the jetting around really tired me out, and I knew I wasn't getting any younger so  I decided to settle down. I signed up for a jobat the airport to do some undercover security, wandering near suspicious characters and listening in. I uncovered some incredible dealings and was awarded a batch of medals.'  'I got married, had a  mess of puppies, and now I'm just retired.'

The guy is amazed. He goes back in and asks the owner what he wants for the dog.

'Ten dollars,' the guy says.

'Ten dollars? This dog is amazing! Why on earth are you selling him so cheap?'

'Because he's a liar.  He's never been out of the yard!

If Thumper could talk, he'd tell tales like this.  Except they would probably be about catching squirrels or cats or rabbits when all he ever gets to chase are lizards or frogs.  And if Lightning could talk, he'd tell the truth about Thumper's stories.  He's like the big brother who likes to get the little brother in trouble, always there looking like, "But I'm good, right?" as Thumper is giving me material to blog about.  :)

Have a good Wednesday.  The weekend is only a couple of days away.

Crazy Ears

Lightning has some crazy ears.  When he was a little puppy, they hung down like Lab ears.  Then as he grew, they changed and now look more like Greyhound ears with the way they fold back or stick out to the side.  I love his crazy ears.  They give him so much personality.


Here he is with his one of his crazy ears sticking up - a position they can only maintain momentarily.  I wonder what he's thinking?

Wow....I can hear so clearly now!  

Do I hear Thumper getting in trouble?  

He probably stole another eggplant....

Housework...and an awful lot of dog fur.

So, today I decided to get caught up on my housekeeping.  The last few weeks have been crazy with back to school and one of to college.  About a month ago, I decided I just wasn't even going to keep things really clean because with the boys here (both the human and canine variety), nothing stayed clean more than 20 seconds anyway.  I did vacuum and dust weekly and keep the kitchen and bathrooms up, but no more than necessary.  Boy, did I pay for it today.

I decided that I was going to get ALL the dog hair up and out of every corner.  Plus off my bedspread and off the furniture.  I really don't like the dogs being on the bed, but they sneak up there (especially Thumper) any chance they can.  To accomplish this unheard of task, I put both dogs in Thumper's crate and broke out my new vacuum cleaner and vacuumed for a solid four hours.  Then I got my son to continue for longer.  I vacuumed every floor, carpet, rug, bedspread, and any other horizontal surface around until the vacuum cleaner no longer picked up dog hair.  And I decided that my dogs shed more than any other animal I've ever seen, including my aunt's Huskies, and that next summer, I think I'm going to get them buzz cuts.  I love their soft furry coats, but this experience today has made me see the beauty in a Chinese hairless whatever it is.

Now I'm going to sit back and recuperate.  Lightning is curled up sleeping off his horrible experience of being crated with Thumper.  He's got the right idea.

Night all....Have a good rest of the weekend.

Run!

Thumper here telling tales tonight....the BEST thing happened to me.  I got to go for a RUN with one of my people.  It took three of them awhile to figure out to put my purple harness on me, but they finally got it on.  And then I RAN!  It didn't matter that is was hot - I was outside, free!  HaHaHa...the water was so yummy when I got home.  I ran to get some before they could get my purple harness off.  Lightning got to go too, but he just wanted to walk.  Me and my person lapped Lightning and his person twice!  We were so fast...hahaha!!!  I was too tired to thump my tail after all that running.

Night everyone!  Here's a picture of me and the water....

Who locked the mom out??

So, yesterday I was cleaning the house, stepping over dogs, picking up their things, you get the idea.  Lightning had found a cool spot and was staying out of the way, for the most part.  Thumper was carrying his chewbone around with him like he might lose it and generally staying under foot.  When they weren't watching, I slipped out the front door to check the mail.  When I got back, I opened the door, and SURPRISE-it wouldn't open more than a couple of inches.  I looked in, and there sat two happy dogs, looking at me.  I looked to see why the door wouldn't open and saw Thumper's bone.  He had dropped it at the bottom of the door, like a doorstop.  And it was keeping ME out.  I tried to get Thumper to pick up his bone, but he thought I was playing with him and he'd run away from the door, and then run back.  Thankfully, one of the two-legged boys was home and came and helped me.  But not before laughing and saying, "Let me see how you get out of this one."  I felt like I was on the TV show Punked.  I am always amazed at the naughtiness that follows some dogs.... :)