The apples are back and therefore the deer are also. Dam things aren’t even afraid of Ruby because they’ve learned she doesn’t leave her yard. It might also be that there are six of them and only one of her. They stay just outside her boundary and hiss. And eat apples. And poop. Every night.
“My new friend, Pepe, perfumed me last night and I smelled beautiful. So beautiful, in fact, that when I came inside, I rubbed some of it into the door mat and dining room carpet. I was thinking that special gesture might make the smell last a little longer. You know how certain perfumes smell better on some than others? I guess Mary didn’t like the smell at all because she made me take it off immediately. I mean, a bath at midnight? Was that really necessary?
She used some kind of special concoction of hydrogen peroxide, dish soap and baking soda. Now I smell like the medicine cabinet. And, I think Pepe is pissed at her. Like, really pissed.
I hope I see him again tonight so I can apologize…”
Instead of running the sprinkler and wasting all that water, this year I got Ruby her own pool. She loves it and it’s pretty funny to watch her play in it.
She enters cautiously:
Then she gets wet:
She dries off:
And hopes to repeat:
Once I get the pool filled and the hose is off she tries to eat the animals painted on the inside of it. She scrapes and claws at them and she thinks, if she tries hard enough, she will get them. If it didn’t make her look so stupid it would be really cute.
After working in the yard all afternoon these past few days filling in some holes and planting grass seed, Ruby is exhausted. At least this year, she didn’t follow two steps behind me undoing my work. Of course, I haven’t planted my flowers yet…
Now I’m on to other chores in the basement and she is quietly snuggling in. Can she get any closer?
“My uncle sent this picture of my brother Murphy to Mary. They were blah, blah, blahing about digging and some drain made in France. I mean, I’m looking at how gray he is and how fabulous that toy is and how great that hole looks for burying his treasures.”
“Any who, I guess he got in trouble. IDK, it’s what we do. I just don’t understand the draaama every time we make a new hole. Maybe, if there were some ground rules (ha ha, get it? I crack myself up), we could stop some of the draaama. Like, only dig in the gardens, not the grass. Or, never dig in the same place twice so the grass can grow. Or, never dig in the back yard where the kids play, only dig in the front. There are enough other rules you expect us to obey, so why not some pertaining to this? We’re smart. I am anyway. I could learn them and then decide for myself if they are worth following.”
“Poor Murph, he looks contrite. I don’t get that either. I mean, we dig. Get over it!”
While I was making this delicious appetizer this afternoon:
Ruby was making this:
You might remember earlier this spring she was trying to get her own pool by digging several large holes in the back yard. Well, here it is September and there is no pool so, it’s time to plant grass. I’ve got top soil and seed down and the sprinkler is on. Ruby is frolicking out there. Alone. It’s quiet so I decide to check on her. She has managed to flip the sprinkler over and create a huge mud hole for herself- right where I’m trying to grow grass.
So now the new grass is gone, the hole is back and I’ve got a dog covered in mud. At this point, I don’t care if I’ve got jalapeno juice on my fingers, she’s getting cleaned off. There will be no battle with the towel. She will sit nicely while I do it. She will not get mud on me. She will play outside quietly while she dries. She will stay away from the hole until the grass fills in. She will learn to do her own laundry.
The perennials that Ruby cuddled in last year and then dug up DID return this year. Yea! Obviously there is something about them…
A closer look:
This little guy was hanging out Friday afternoon just outside Ruby’s electric fence boundary.
Then Saturday morning I found him here on the rock patio!
He’s making it hard for Ruby to be outside because now he is in her yard. At least back under the tree he was outside Ruby’s boundary. I’ve had to take her out on a leash so she doesn’t find him. He’s so tiny and wobbly I think she could easily catch him if she got the chance.
My neighbor has one in her yard too!
The last bag of dog food I bought for Ruby was actually puppy food (oops!). The clerk at Petco was nice enough to put it in my car for me and I never realized I had pointed to the wrong bag when he went to get it from the rack. Needless to say Ruby packed on a few extra pounds. They seem to be coming off because she can still fit on a stepping stone- barely.