Charley is no punk. Charley is (a.k.a) Miss Smarty Pants

Man, the more I learn about Australian Shepherds/Border Collies I am totally gaining a slight understanding on what exactly this breed is about. I feel so much comfort when I tell people what she is made of, and I get wide eyes and sometimes a sympathetic smile with a a big, “Oh!!!! Boy, you have your hands full!” All sometimes I can say is, “Yes, and so very very smart!”

One gal nicely described her Border Collie as her little punk. Well, I can kinda see that. I think it is more like Miss Smarty Pants

We were walking just down and around, here and there, and of course we always run into somebody else with a dog. We have to go through with every one the longing stare, the won’t budge because this is my true love.… wondering if this owner wants to socialize, or is peculiar about their dog, or, you never know. This happens at least three times a day. As we start nearing the other party, Charley’s ears go up to their full length, she gallantly starts trotting, her tail curled, confidence just over flowing,…. the whole time the other dog starts growling, snarling, barking…the owner is frantically trying to get their dog away from us or from her, I don’t know. I can never tell because sometimes they are apologetic, but I have gotten a few people snap at me and tell me to control my dog, and I shouldn’t have my dog on this side or that, and don’t I know , and are we are the only reason their dog is acting this way???

I forget what type of dog it was, but the franticness and the chaos and qembarrassment this poor person was going through I just wasn’t really feeling it. We’d been out all day, and although it seemed 5 minutes to her, all I could do was just watch as we walked by. I didn’t feel like making the person feel better, or worse. I didn’t pull Charley way off to the side and be apologetic. I wasn’t watching in amusement. I was just like, “Here we go again…”

Charley is good on this. Very extremely good. This is probably one thing I am 100 % confident about with her. And I am going to give her the highest compliment. She has never reciprocated that emotion or behavior back. She’s almost ZEN like about it. She trotted by this couple and I happened to glance at her face. All I saw was amusement. And.. .. I think a little taunting…..I am not sure though. She followed the dog’ with her eyes and head holding up high and then nonchalantly turned to the front, never missing a beat.

I was mulling it over lazily in my head when I heard this bellowing laughter across the street. Some guy was almost doubled over and just laughing. I think he was a bit red. “Your dog’s reaction was priceless!!! That made my entire day! She looks like she’s saying, “Are you ok? Get a hold of yourself!”

I smiled to myself. I think I was right. She was amused. And I know her. She taunted the other dog.

My Charley is a funny bird. I just don’t like it when she gives me the amusing stare and the glimmer in her eye.

Dang Miss Smarty Pants.

God I just love her.

Weird Wednesday

Charley and I are sitting here in our little Hubble … or bubble?…. while she’s chomping away at this old bone of hers that is stuffed with wet dog food and frozen and I’m staring at this book titled“How to Draw What You See” by Rudy de Reyna when this notification hits my phone and tells me it’s blog. time. So without anything at the top of my head, and I don’t know why I felt as if I were was racing with the clock, I write about what it asked. Exactly what I’m doing at this moment.

SO SO MANY PICTURES Of Charley

I went to Goodwill and Primus this weekend. I spotted a really cool photo book thing with a cool cover to it. I realized this is what I’ve been needing for awhile. I have so many pictures of people places and things that are lying around in a drawer. I still order prints of pictures I take. I take a lot of pictures because I’ve found that when I don’t have time to write in a journal a picture can bring back that memory.

I’ve got a ton of Charley Waffle lying around. They need a home

The only thing is when I mentioned it to someone they said, “oh my gosh! I’ve not seen one of those in like forever!!!!”

$2.99, red tag 1/2 off

I remember when something like this would go for $30 or more at a gift shop.

Do people still develop pictures or am I a dying breed? I dunno.

I love photo albums. I really do.

Primus was great. It was a good day.

Hmm… I’ve lost 3 phones in 2 months, 2 of them within 5 days of each other

Hmm… I’ve lost 3 phones in 2 months, 2 of them within 5 days of each other

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BOB ROSS and TOM HANKS, COOL HIPPIE CHICS and INSPIRATION – INSIDE THE MIND of CW

Lately I have been having a hard time finding inspiration. And I happened to read in a book, which I can’t recall the title for I am finding out I am only able to read a blurp here and there if that because of MISS ENERGETIC CHARLEY, and it read something about sometimes it only…
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Charley’s title “LAST ONE STANDING” reign is over

Ok, so this is quite spectacular and almost unbelievable.  We have been exploring quite a lot lately and this night decided to walk UP the hill away from the apartment to another neighborhood and to a Trader Joe's.  This one is located in Eastlake, and is by far larger and roomier than the University District Trader Joe's.  We had stopped by there briefly to buy some water and some ale.  T.J's have these 6 packs of ale or IPA that are only $4.99, about $5, and some change out the door. Boatswain and Simple Times.  I bought the Boatswain Chocolate Stout because I find the Boatswain H.L.V. ale a bit harsh on my stomach. Maybe because the H.L.V. stands for Heavy Lift Vessel.  That is kinda how my stomach felt after drinking a few of them last time. Plus, I still had a few left in the fridge along with the Simple Times.  But, they do taste pretty good and they taste better when dealing with a tight budget.  Oh, and we also tried to sell some Real Change papers, but it was a bit late, and we still hadn't ran around.

We walked into the neighborhood and I've seen the school there before, but this time this gal came out between the chainlink fence of the play yard with this absolutely adorable yellow Labrador puppy that Charley just found SOOO SOOO FUN.  I asked how old her cute adorable puppy was.  "Two."  Two? Oh my gosh.  She had the still waggly little puppy tail and the goofy puppy face. 
So, those two went from mild to super fun-play-date right in the middle of the street.  I said it was too bad they didn't meet at a more opportune spot.  She told me they'd just come from the playground at the school, and there are groups that kind of come later after school to let their dog run around.
PERFECT.  So, we both said we'd see each other hopefully again, and onward Charley and I went to see this playground.
It was a bit after 9, kinda late, but we weren't far from home. We happened to see this lone figure with a dog sitting at their feet.  Immediately Charley, who thinks EVERYBODY loves her, and she LOVES everybody, pounces over to them.  Instant spontaneous combustion.  Non-stop.  They were chasing, running, boxing, wrestling, stopping to pant, run, run, wrestle...ball...ball....I told the owner that Charley was always the last dog standing, anywhere, anytime.
We started talking and I asked Robin, the owner's name I learned, about her dog, which she'd named Gecko.  Gecko had a harness on with little geckos on it, so I thought that was cute..  I didn't know how old Gecko was, but she looked as if she was really old and blind because it seemed as if both eyes were totally white from age.  She turned out to be only 5, and that her eyes were just naturally "ice", the way Robin explained them.  I've never seen eyes like Gecko's before.  She went on to tell me how she got her, which is ALWAYS a great conversation starter, and this was her real first dog of her own, and of course, a rescue.  I swear, every dog we've met have been a rescue.  That is why it is so hard for me to say Charley was from Craigslist.  6 wks old.  500 dollars.  Sounds kinda old school anymore, (CRAIGSLIST) but I don't think I can attach the "rescue" title on her.  She told me that she'd lived in Seattle for a long time, but had never been to Hawaii, where Gecko came from.  So, her and her partner decided to cut out the middle man and go to Hawaii and get Gecko themselves.  That way, it was like hitting ( don't want to say killing) 2 dogs with one stone.  Or that's birds, I think. Killing two birds, one stone.  
So she told me how they stayed with one of the shelter people, got to travel around the island, flew back with Gecko, and she has been awesome.  She'd had 4 litters of puppies (poor girl) so she believes that is why she is so tolerant towards all ages, and all breeds of dogs.  She's able to be playful, but yet reprimand and remain very respectable all in one swoop.
She was also telling me how she'd cook a whole chicken in the crockpot, and cook it, take the bones out, put vinegar on the bones (?) and cook those longer, then she'd throw the bones in a blender and make a pate.  That way she could really say her dog can eat a whole chicken.  Because she really has.  I thought that was kind of interesting.  I told her my little thing about filling the hollow beef bones full with pate and freezing them and giving them to Charley. 
In the middle of us explaining our newly found dog tricks and treats, all the running had ceased.  Gecko was right beside Robin, standing.  I looked behind me and way, way, way across the field sat Charley.  Well, lying on her belly.  Both ears were erect, though, and her tongue was hanging out of her mouth and she was panting.  But she wasn't running.  Barking.  STANDING.  Just staring.  
Robin said to me, "well, I guess now she is not officially the last dog standing!"  I said, "Oh my gosh.  You are right.  No longer can I claim that title!"
So, yes, she was beaten.  At her own game.  She had nothing to say. She actually trotted up to me quite quickly and was wanting to go home in the worst way.
We finally got home.  She jumped on the bed.  And passed out.  Her leash wasn't even off of her.
I no longer have the LAST ONE STANDING anymore.  There is a new reigning champion.  Gecko.

Help

I Took Charlie out to where we usually goes labyrinth and what not and she’s feeling like yourself in this phone and like we are getting our stuff to go and like she took after that after his buddy and I have not seen her know it’s been like an hour and a half and I’m just posting this because I don’t know what I mean in June I don’t know where she’s at and I’m freaking out so just please send some love any help

She’s back

I read somewhere when there are large gaps between journal entries is actually a time in growth that might be recognized later. I’ve recognized…SHE’s BACK!!!! All healed and all herder!!!!

I never finished this post because what I was going to say is during the time she was recuperating from her surgery I was able to catch up on a few things, go shopping in stores that weren’t as fun as if she were with me. I started catching up on my paper journaling, and actually painted my nails and busted out my bead box and made a necklace or two. I was really getting into reading other people’s thoughts and blogs and was on the tip of slightly figuring out this WordPress stuff. So now when I say she’s back, I really mean SHE’S BACK. I swear, it’s like her body just got juiced up and she’s making up for all the time she had

So that is why there are days and unfinished posts. I am getting called back to duty.

I really like writing about Charley and I feel it’s very therapeutic. That’s one thing I did do a lot of Is. writing. And I see this question asked a lot about why publicly journal and not just write for yourself.

The thing is that I wanted to write anyway. I don’t know what I’m doing on this but I first started just writing furiously and posting it right And left. But then I started getting self conscience and over proof read my writing until I’d reworded it, deleted it, fretted about it. So I’ve just decided that I’m just going to write how I’m thinking in the moment. I don’t know if anyone will get into it or not but hopefully maybe somebody could relate or possibly chuckle after reading about Charley.

There is so much that happened in a day with her that I’ve taken these funny notes doing the finger scroll and I think I may just post them just because. This is fun.

Charley Waffle is fun.

Let’s all have a fun day!!!

No more pills. Too much ice cream. 7/2/21

Today, or actually last night was the last night that I had to forcibly put, (almost shove) Charley’s pills down her throat. She is done with both antibiotics, one for her initial injury day 1, and a second one for her surgery(ies) and extra Trazodone to keep her “mello” . And codeine. Which knocked her out completely. I got to catch up on my emails and started to tackle spring cleaning! YAy!!

CONE MASTERS We are!!!

I managed to keep her in a two week cone imprisonment. It was hard but the thought of a third surgery made me quite vigilant that thing stayed on. A couple of times she was able to pop it off of her head by a variety of technics. She’d scrape it against trees and bushes, roll around furiously on the grass and shake her head back and forth until the tabs started loosening. The last few days she was a Bonafide Houdini master of the Cone.

After disappearing in the trees, she came back coneless.

I, too, became a CONE MASTER. I found out that cute little bow that was intertwined and laced on the outside of the cone she came home with was not just a cute fashion accessory to make her feel better, but it served a purpose. It secured the cone around her head in a way where at least it was an obvious scene when she would try to get it off. The bow changed a few times, though, to some twine or string or a solo shoe string. ANYTHING to keep it secure.

ZIP TIES

I found that a tie-strap, or whatever they are called, is the way to go. ZIP TIES! That’s what they are called! They don’t cost much, easy to attach, hard to get out of, and I unexpectedly got creative burst of ideas, silly or out of necessity or me from those things. PLUS, the zip ties I happened to find in the bottom of my “tool drawer” in the kitchen were clear, which matched her clear cone splendidly.

ONWARD…..

Back to the pills. “Everybody” made it sound so easy. “Just hide it in her food.” Yeah right. “Have you tried mixing it with wet food?” That was a “DUH DER DOY!” Butter? Yes, at first that worked. Until she was able to pocket the pills on the side of her cheek and roll them around and spit them out. A chalky and buttery, slobbery mess would slide down the inside of her cone and land at the base of her neck. GROSS.

I decided to try ice cream. Partly because I was really craving some, and the rest because she always eyeballs me when I’m eating it, and maybe she may forget if I shoved a pill in the middle of a mouthful of ice cream. (Plus, that was her first taste of human food at 6 weeks old. BIG MISTAKE)

Unfortunately, AMAZON FRESH makes ordering food fun and almost as impulsive as going to the store hungry. Those 2 hour delivery times are almost as good as instant gratification, but with a bonus.

It feels like I’m getting a present.

Turns out the ice cream selection in Amazon Fresh is large. Very very large. And look,, they have BEN & JERRY’S.

Awhile ago I got hooked crazy style with Ben and Jerry’s FroYo. I haven’t been able to find it lately, and it was frustrating me. It’s the Ben & Jerry’s Cherry Garcia FROYO I love. It has just the right sweetness yet not the sweet sugary taste I find with their ice cream that’s a bit too strong for me. They also have a Chocolate FroYo and a Strawberry Cheesecake but those I find too sweet as well. If the Cherry Garcia comes back(FroYo) I’m picking up extra stock. I’ve turned a many people on to the FROYO. CHERRY GARCIA FLAVOR.

THIS ISN’T THE FROYO

I decided to try the non GMO version thinking maybe it was labeled differently now and it had pulled up when I typed in the keyword “Ben & Jerry FroYo Cherry Garcia”.

It wasn’t even close. It wasn’t firm like the FroYo nor did it have the popping flavor. It seemed kinda, I dunno, watered down. Slushy way too quick. Runny. Cherries too big.

But, I’d ordered two of them, plus coffee ice cream, mint and chocolate chip, a couple different brands of vanilla bean, Mango Bars, and for some weird reason that huge pail of Neapolitan ice cream that cost only 5 dollars. I was on a roll. Oh yeah! I ordered two cans of whipped cream as well.

I’ve never bought myself the canned whip cream for just myself. It sounded great. A little guilty gift for me.

I am planning on doing this.

So I thought I could just give her a scoop of ice cream and put the pill somewhere in the middle. Seemed pretty easy. It was, Except she would eat everything around the pill and WOULD NOT touch the treat again. SMARTY FARTY.

I tried the mango bars. Those are really good. Very good. SHE LOVED them. Until she figured out they, too, were loaded with that eichy medicine. DANG IT.

The Whipped Cream in a can was probably the best idea. I shook the can hearing the metal bead tinkering and then WOOOSSHH. I made this cream castle over the pills and tried handing them to her as is. I managed the first few times but she caught on.

She’ tucked her tail in and crept away to hide inside her “bedroom” . She tried to be invisible by the front door. Probably hoping it would magically open and she’d run to freedom.

SHE WAS ALSO LOOKING AT ME AS OF I SHOT HER

I was getting very annoyed and somewhat very tired of this charade. So, I became the Alpha female. I walked right up to her, took Her nose and pried open her clamped jaw. I took the pills, pushed them all the way to her throat, held her jaw tight until I was sure it was down. .

Every time she looked like everything she believed in me was A LIE. IT was a 100% betrayal on my part. HOW COULD YOU????”””I’m sorry but I have to do it “ but I have to admit that I did kind of enjoy the quiet and she started going to sleep and I could start working on my emails again I have to admit I kind of liked it and I don’t know if that makes me a bad person but I really needed me time. Me time equals a good time. That equates to a great time for CHARLEY!!!

It’s finally over and I still have like a few things of ice cream well not really because I ended up eating all those ice cream’s and I ended up ordering more because I am all of a sudden addicted to ice cream I loved having ice cream as a chaser for her medicine. but now I realize it was my excuse to try a wide variety of ice cream. That and I thought it was amazing Amazon delivered ice cream.

I also found out they deliver alcohol. How convenient…. gotta try that one out now!!!

really

I didn’t have a chance to finish this because a major debacle with Charley and her running after a bunny.

What I was going to say in the end of this is that I don’t have to worry about eating ice cream or whipped in front of her and getting those whimpering eyes and licking her chops while I indulge because she runs and hides. She doesn’t want anything to do with either. Those two things only mean one thing. I did not plan that. But in the aftermath off the events of tonight I really don’t care if she looks at me with pleading eyes and the incessant whining. She can do it all she wants. Because I missed her And I was scared she was lost forever.