Husbands are so funny.

They are, at least mine is, also an essential item around a house where there are jobs that are now beyond my skills, like lifting a very heavy bag of kibble and pouring it into the empty kibble jar. The other day the kibble jar, which sits on our kitchen counter, was almost empty and I asked Paul to please fill it for me. I could do that myself if the bag were only half-full, but it was a new 25 lb. bag and oooof, too much for me, weakling that I am, to lift up to the counter.

So he did it.

The next morning when I came down and was looking in the dog cookie jar for their morning treat, I came across this:

(Note: picture no longer available thanks to webshots! But it was a picture of a full kibble jar with the metal scoop firmly located down at the bottom of the kibble, in the jar, so that to get the scoop out it would have taken pouring all the kibble out first!)

Can you spot the problem here?

Oh, yes. I've done that myself. I had to laugh. So I didn't say anything and just found another metal scoop in the baking drawer and put it nearby for use that night at supper-time-for-dogs.

At least I had a good laugh over it. It took Paul a while to realize what was "wrong with that picture" when I pointed in the direction of the kibble jar... and then went about sticking his arm down through all the kibble til he retrieved the errant metal scoop.

Good husband.

And here is something from long ago, probably late 1990's/early 2000's, of Paul relaxing at home with our two precious (former) collie-doggers, Muffin Collie-Flower (the "beauty queen" as we called her), and Jasmine Rose, the white collie with sable head, also known as Jazzy Girl.



We miss them now, so much. Both of them. Muff (who was called "Muffin" when we got her from the Collie Rescue Association), was our first collie as a married couple.

Paul had had a collie, "Lassie" (how original, Paul!) when he was in school, and my family had had a sheltie called "Lady Luck" or "Lady" for short.

But once our Great Pyrenese dogs had passed over, we thought we'd go with collies and have never looked back.


Nicodemus & Esmeralda, on our Wedding Day in 1986

Collie dogs, as well as Great Pyrenes, are the best dogs on the planet, in our humble opinions. The furs gets a bit much, but we can overlook that because of the incredible companionship these doggers offer on a daily basis.

We didn't have long enough with our Muff, either. She was 5-1/2 when we got her. She had been a show dog who had had all kinds of litters of pups for the kennel she lived at and it was time for her to "retire" so she was offered to the Collie Rescue Association for adoption. We adopted her sight unseen, too, and the day she showed up here at Crow Cottage...



... we couldn't believe our eyes or our luck at having such a wonderful and beautiful dog in our midst. Once we'd had her for about 4 months, we felt she needed a pal, and we adopted Jazzy from a place in Tennessee. They bonded instantly and were best buddies for the rest of their lives.

We miss you Muff and Jazz.


Cheers,

Bex

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"Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's soul remains unawakened."

[Anatole France]