Almost two years ago, I accidentally left a cupboard open and enabled Zoey to find a new place to explore.
Little did I know that I would end up with a second kitty who wanted to explore the fine aroma of the cat food cabinet.
Of course, given how close Colby and Zoey are, it should come as no surprise that they are prone to the same ludicrous stunts.
Recently, I shared that I believe Cooper may be a little smarter than I give him credit for. I also believe I have shared (although I can’t remember when) that Cooper, my dear, irritatingly smart dog, loves to play a little game when he goes outside. That game goes a little something like this:
- Cooper goes to the door
- I open the door
- Cooper grabs the nearest toy and dashes outside
- After he’s finished doing whatever business he needed to do (including deciding that it’s time to dine on bark), he comes back to the door
- When I open the door, he will stand just outside the door until I say, “Cooper, get your toy!” at which point, he runs back to grab the toy and happily dashes back into the house
If I forget to tell him to get his toy, he will wait for a few seconds before running off to retrieve it anyway. I think he loves the ritual of being told he needs to get the toy (that or it’s all a secret test to see if I still have a grasp on my mental faculties), but the ritual is not absolutely necessary for Cooper to save his toy from the loneliness of being left outside.
Well, today, I opened the door and stepped outside with Cooper, who decided that the right toy to bring into the great outdoors was his beloved yellow tennis ball. When I headed back inside, Cooper was right by my side, sans the ball. So, I stopped at the door and looked at him.
“Get the toy, Cooper,” I said, looking over at the ball that was still on the patio, right where he had dropped it.
Cooper looked at me and trotted over to the grass, sniffing around a couple of seconds before running back to me without the ball.
“Get the toy, Cooper,” I said again.
Again, Cooper trotted over to the grass — right by the toy on the patio — and returned to me without it.
It was then that I paused, trying to figure out what was going through this little dog’s mind and why he had suddenly gone inextricably blind.
“Get the ball, Cooper,” I tried.
And with that, Cooper ran straight to the beloved yellow tennis ball, grabbed it and dashed back to the door, ready to go inside.
Yep … my dog really is smarter than I give him credit for …
After a week of ever-increasing temperatures, the skies turned this morning, growing gray and ominous as a rare summer storm overtook the day. I found myself marveling at the power of Mother Nature as my house shook with each clap of thunder that rumbled across the surrounding hillside.
While my animals aren’t bothered by loud noises (thankfully), something about the weather drove the cats to beg … and plead … and demand … that I open the blinds, giving them the chance to watch the lightning dance across the sky and marvel at the source of the noise.
Both Colby and Zoey enjoyed nature’s show for the better part of the afternoon as the other animals lounged around the house. Just watching their enjoyment easily made this one of the best Sundays I have had in a while.
Life and work are still a little busy, so it’s another day of animal randomness. Today, it’s all about Zoey.
Zoey … what can I say about Zoey? She is sweet and beautiful and motherly and has a ‘tude beyond all ‘tudes when she really wants to.
Life has been a little insane for me of late. As a result, I haven’t had the chance to post as often as I would otherwise. So, I figured for the next few days, as I catch up on life and housework, I could catch up on posts of animal pictures.
Because I am enamored with my animals and they are a big part of the reason I love my life.
First up is Complete Cooper Randomness …
Another bit of Cooper randomness — this time in story form:
A few nights ago, I was in the bedroom and calling Zoey. While she generally comes when she is called (she knows her name), she refused to respond. Cooper, who had been sitting on the bed and waiting for me to call it a night, seemed to ignore me when I called her name the first two times. By the third time, he jumped up, leapt off the bed and ran into the other room. After a few moments, he returned, herding Zoey to me before jumping up on the bed again and settling in for the night.
Yeah … he might be a little smarter than I give him credit for …
The dynamic duo of Zoey and Colby. It’s hard to believe these two didn’t grow up together …
On weeks when I have wondered if I have taken on too much with work, a dog with a chronic illness, a cat with asthma (Zoey’s official diagnosis) and any number of other issues, all I have to do is look at these two and realize that it is all worth it.
There’s a reason that Portland is called the City of Roses … among other things. The entire region is ideal for growing lush rose bushes (along with the aphids and other flies that feast on them — but that’s another story) in the spring and summer. This is just a small sampling of the plants that have exploded during the spring and into the first days of our beautiful, bountiful summer.
And More Roses
And, after such a hectic couple of weeks of work, what did I do over the weekend? Spend more time in the garden. There is something deeply religious about working the soil. Between the repeated genuflecting to gently tend the plants to the ritualistic watering and fertilizing and pruning of the new sprouts, I am not sure I could find a greater way to commune with a higher power — whomever she may be.