Sunday, January 18, 2009

A very quiet house

Scottie is in San Diego with FIL (for those not in the know that's Father-in-Law), and it's a whole different place without him. Do you suppose there is a way drain testosterone? Nahhhhhh. Maybe the answer is a man-cave so most of the testosterone can be kept outside.

The big difference is in the quiet, both in terms of the actual noise level and in relation to the energy. I've long maintained that testosterone excess leads to strange things, and that Scottie has obviously the ability to be a testosterone doner. It shows up in good ways like his youthfulness and in not-so-good like his. . . let's just say aggressive energy. The funny part of this is that every one of the animals pick up on it!

As a big Dog Whisperer fan that really shouldn't surprise me. DW says that energy is the key to relating to dogs (and others) and being the pack leader; and he always preaches CALM assertive energy. So, without that more aggressive than assertive energy in the house, what happens to the animals?

Everyone calms down. No one "makes me" get up at 5 AM as they do with Scottie. No one rushes the door to go out. Believe it or not I have them sitting and waiting to go out the door! We've run into several people with dogs while out walking and had no problem whatsoever. A couple of days ago we walked part of our rounds with the neighbor and his dog Hugo. Yesterday we stood at Luann's fence talking with her while all five of her dogs barked like maniacs and mine were calm as could be.

Both got baths on one of our mid-60's days, and we were able to do even that, me with the fibromyalgia and them still quiet. Wow.


Of course, they'll go all wacky when they see him again. I definitely think we need to get power to his "shed", get all the storage stuff moved to my shed, and let that be his man cave. Excess testosterone to be checked at the door to the house rather like old gunslingers had to check their guns at the bar.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

We're well into 2009

What was our Christmas tree has now become Cedric the Cedar, planted by Babboo.


Lucy Cat lounges on my office chair, covered for her convenience with an old towel.


Ellie Cat, I swear, is half lizard. She loves to soak up all the heat she can in front of the fireplace.


Puppers and I in a little glen near us. This is one of the prettiest little spots around at this time of year when all is green, mossy, etc.


Sarah and her Dad, that would be Scottie, with fun in the snow while Sarah and Bobby were here to visit.


Juvenile Coopers Hawk - I think - in the old oak outside our front door.


So, it's in the upper 60's, bright, sunny - the fog is gone for now - and does not feel like January at all. The bad news in that is we have no rain and this could be one of the driest winters on record for this part of California.