The Smelly Dog Park

Fandango’s Provocative Question #62 What activities have you cut from your life since this pandemic started that you DON’T really miss?

Today I was considering what I have not missed since the Coronavirus showed up and I had to modify certain aspects of my day to day life.

But to be honest I didn’t have to modify it a lot.

In fact there have been a few upsides to this situation:

For example- I get more leg room on the train so that’s a big plus and I don’t have to make chit chat with my fellow commuters because I would rather be reading, but I also know you can get sort of weird if you don’t interact with people. So I put the book down and engage.

Another plus- there isn’t a lot of pushing and shoving out there because of the six foot rule. So that is a change that I really like. I’m going to hate to see that one fall to the side when things get better.

So what did I have to give up that I  don’t regret?

Anything?

Think. Think Think.

Oh here’s one.

The Smelly Dog Park.

My dog’s favorite dog park is smelly. It’s not smelly for the reason you may be thinking.

It’s smelly because people like to smoke their weed and cigarettes’ there and you can smell the exhaust from the cars from the main road.

Its gross I hate it, but Hamish loves it because it used to be a kids playground and he likes to play on the slide.

So BC ( Before Coronavirus ) I would give in and take Hamish there because it made him happy.

But my joy that  The Smelly Dog Park is closed is short lived because it  will eventually re-open and I will go back to taking  Hamish there because he loves it and I’m a sap.

Until then, I’m loving this- just don’t tell Hamish.

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#FPQ

 

Every Dog Has His Day

The Monday Peeve 28

Today’s Monday Peeve isn’t my peeve exactly.

It’s what ticks my dog off most of all in the entire world.

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Hamish is not put out by things like having to wear ‘the cone of shame’.

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He doesn’t exactly hate it when I make him wear hats- though he probably wishes I wouldn’t make him do it at all for any reason. But I’m the Mom so tough.

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What Hamish hates is my phone- he hates it when it rings, he hates it when I take pictures he hates it when I plug it in next to the couch.

 

Over the weekend Hamish Macbeth expressed his feelings about my phone:

 

This is a picture I took Hamish.

When I was done instead of saying ” in ” which was his cue to run into his play area I said ” drop it ” and he jumped up and grabbed my phone ( which he hates with the hatred that could fuel the Sun for a trillion years ) and dropped it.

Into the bushes.

Next to dog poo-which I am sure he very aware was there.

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Below is the picture  Hamish Macbeth took.

Did he run off after dropping my phone into the bushes next to the poo?

He did not.

He just sat there looking very pleased with himself.

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Every dog has his day…just ask Hamish Macbeth.

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#TMP

The Nail

A few days ago I was outside playing fetch with my dog and we got into a friendly game of ” drop it what does drop it mean?” When all of the sudden one of my acrylic nails popped off.

I was looking at my now naked nail and ugly finger ( my hands, yuck they are UGLY ) when this thought popped into my head.

” You know Anita, if they all popped off you could play the guitar again.”

After we went in ( I lost at the game of drop it, what does drop it mean)  I pulled my guitar out of the closet, took it from it’s case and tuned it’s dull yet ok strings. Here’s the funny part. I gave this to myself 6 years ago after not playing guitar for over 15 years and then put it away.

I was surprised I could tune it by ear. It was a surprise.

Then I tried to find the rest of my gear.

Most of it was gone, I gave it to my brother and my Amp is a Vox Super Beatle that can NO WAY be used where I live now because that baby is LOUD.

So I went on line and ordered a little practice amp and all that stuff you need if you want to play.

Plus I bought headphones.

Awesome.

Then I went to work at taking off the rest of my nails- not so awesome. But I did it and managed to not hurt myself. I tell a lie. It did hurt. Oh well.

I am ready to go back to playing the guitar- without a doubt that impulsive little thought was the best decision ( coupled with taking my writing seriously ) I’ve made in years

and it came to me out of nowhere all because I broke a nail.

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My beautiful Ibanez.

I’ve always used Boomer strings-no reason.  Strings are pretty much all the same as far as I’m concerned, but I bought these because of those Millennial Snowflakes who decided I’m a World Destroying Bernie Bot Hater – an ignorant  Boomer who stumbles around with the help of a walker and I take loads of medication so I won’t die 

It’s a derogatory  term when it comes out of their tender littler mouths.

So yeah.

Boom.

Eff you snow flakes.

 

This is my dog and my guitar- toss in my writing and that is my world now.

I know- awesome, right?

One Liner Wednesday- In Dog I Trust

One-Liner Wednesday – Written Off

Hamish Macbeth 2014
by: A.M. Moscoso

“If I have any beliefs about immortality, it is that certain dogs I have known will go to heaven, and very, very few persons.” — James Thurber

I’m hoping that Hamish Macbeth puts in a few good words for me.

 I think he will.

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#1linerWeds

Alas Poor Mr Snowball, We Knew You Not

Hamish Macbeth’s toys from Barkbox arrived as usual, but this time I couldn’t find the box cutter so it took me awhile to open it.

Hamish Macbeth could smell the chimken and peanut butter cookies, he cried he begged…open the box oh please! But it’s safety first so I took my time. I use using a box cutter after all.

Hamish Macbeth was not happy.

I put the box on the floor and he grabbed one toy and ran to the backroom, jumped on the bed and killed the Snowball toy.

As you will see, he considered his actions before he tore the tag off of Mr Snowball’s head but there was no stopping him in the end.

He had a point to prove to the other toys.

“Fair is foul, and foul is fair.”

(Macbeth Act 1 Scene 1)

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“There’s daggers in men’s smiles.”

(Macbeth Act II, Scene III)

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“Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.”  

( Macbeth Act 1, Scene 4 )

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“By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.”  

 ( Macbeth Act 1 Scene 4 )

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Performed By Hamish Macbeth RDP Goodbye on My Enduring Bones.

The Cookie Jar

On Friday I had to take my dog, Hamish Macbeth  to the Vet’s- his paw was bothering him and he had been licking at it for almost a week.

At one point the swelling went down and flared back up so there was no googleing ‘ how do I cure my dog’s itchy swollen paw’ for advice ( because I’m not trusting my dog’s health to the interwebs ) and it was off to the Vets for us.

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Hamish waiting for the Vet- he’s pouting because we had to leave reception and he was having fun out there!

Here’s the thing about Hamish, he considers the discomfort of an exam or an inoculation a very small price to be paid for getting to be around other cats and dogs and people who are animal friendly- plus he gets so cookies so it’s all good in Hamish Macbeth’s books.

He is cookie jar half full kind of personality.

Lucky for Hamish it was only a slight infection and we went home with some drugs and by Monday I knew he was feeling better because he spent the weekend playing with his toys and jumping up and down on the bed- which he had stopped doing when his paw started to bother him.

But if you ask Hamish what the best part of the visit was- he’d probably say it was the nifty new toy he got…others have referred to this toy as

THE CONE OF SHAME

Remember though- he’s a half cookie jar full kind of personality:

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That’s right.

Hamish loves this thing.

He loves bopping me with it and then running off. He figured out how to careen off the walls with it when he’s running around the house. He even figured out a way to trap my cat under it.

Here’s the thing.

When we left the Vets Hamish was not happy. I mean his foot hurt, he was a champ when the Vet had to handle it and examine the spaces between his nails and the pads, but that could not have felt good. He had also been having loads of fun and when it came time to go…

he wouldn’t get in the Jeep.

So I had to pick all 84lbs of him up from the ground  and lift him into the back seat of my jeep and then I had to clip his seat belt onto the back of his harness ( did I mention he was sitting on his seatbelt and wouldn’t move off of it…BOL Hamish ).

Once he was set I told him he was a good boy and that we would be home in a jiff- and instead of smooching me which is something he does when I put my face next to his-

he sneezed on me.

In case you are curious- I did no get bent out of shape or angry.

Hamish is a Cookie Jar Half Full type of personality and he’s entitled to an off day or an off 10 minutes  and if he can end that off day by turning THE CONE OF SHAME into a nifty new toy how could I ever be angry with him?

He makes me laugh and smile-always.

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