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Too Pooped to Play

20-Jan-08
Tired Little Kitty

Little pups and kittens, and children too I suppose, just can’t stand the notion of going to sleep. There’s too much to see and do.
It’s not unusual to find evidence they’ve fought sleep ’till the bitter end. Like this little kitty.

Play, play, play…play some more, one eye open, yawn, yawn some more, both eyes closed, one eye open…the yarn is so soft.
Hmmmmmm….both eyes closed.

It happens to me too. I fall asleep on the floor occasionally, beside my dog Rosie, after I’ve thrown The Rat, or Mr. Sheepy, or The Singing Cow for her to chase. She sleepily retrieves it one last time, lays on the carpet and looks at me. I lay down too and pat her ‘ol head and rub her thick, soft coat.

Next thing I know (or more accurately, don’t know) we’re both sound asleep on the floor — the toy just beside us.

It’s some of the best sleep I’ve had that kind of sleep.

French Fry Watch

28-Dec-07
French Fry Watch

We have a bunch of crows in our neighborhood that wake me up every morning. I’m not appreciating that fact right now because they usually start cawing about an hour or two before I intend to get up.

This has set me to paying attention to crows a bit. I’ve never really watched them much.

Not far from me is a McDonalds…the one that can never get the tea order correct.
I was sitting in the parking lot enjoying my items from the dollar menu…and lo! I spotted a Crow waiting for a french fry.

How do I know he was waiting for a french fry? Because I tossed one out the window and he immediately swooped down and flew off with it.

It suited my mind at the time to believe I had communicated with the Crow in some sort of mental stream of silent man-to-bird consciousness, discerning that he wanted a french fry. And thus I gave to the Crow what he so longed after, fulfilling my repressed feelings of wanting to commune with nature on a level that our Native American brethren must have commanded when they lived here alone on this continent, in the wilderness, centuries ago.

That of course is B.S.
Truth be told, I could have thrown a five pound chuck roast out the window and he would have tried to fly off with it as well. Crows will eat anything.

But hey…it makes for a good story doesn’t it?

Corgi Christmas

27-Dec-07
Rosie Waits For Santa

Rosie is a stylish dresser.

For Christmas eve and Christmas day 2007 she has chosen her green and red elf collar with simulated red and green peppermints adorning the tip of each petal. Not bad for a cattle herder.

These two days are frisky days for her, herding my wife back and forth up and down the stairs from the kitchen to the gift wrapping station. And she must stand watch on the kitchen floor for dropped food.

Then there’s picture taking and snooping through piles of gift wrapping for a stray candy bar or candy cane.

And of course travel to the in-laws to visit faces not often seen…and to pose and snoop again.

In the waning hours of Christmas eve, the waiting game begins. This is explained on the sketch so I won’t repeat it here.

Rosie has more fun at Christmas than I do.

In fact, she has more fun in general than I do.

I think this has a lot to do with the fact that she is cuter than me.

Corgi Stare Down

23-Dec-07
Rosie stares down her sheep

Rosie at play.

Yes…she’s playing. Actually she’s resting from play for a few minutes.

It’s still play because she uses these moments to her advantage
to psyche out her nemisis…the sheep.
In a moment she will pop up on all fours and grab ol’ sheepy cross the back
and clamp down for a couple of good loud squeaks.

Then reposition her clamp to the little stubby tail for a good shaking.

There is nothing ol’ sheepy can do.
He is trapped in the stare down.
He can’t move.
He can’t scream.
He can’t breath.
Poor thing can’t even take a fear induced dump.

But hey…most of the time he lives in an air conditioned toy box, free of harassment, with a dozen or so other tortured souls.
It could be worse.

Getting to this stage of play with Rosie involves pre-play and post-play.
Both of which require one human, usually my wife.
My wife is Rosie’s “Jolly Playmate”.
A subject for another entry in the Book of Rosie.

BTW, this one is a spread across two pages of the sketchbook. As with all the illustrations here at Idle Minutes, you can click on it to see a larger version.

Cats Enjoy Christmas Too

20-Dec-07
Meeeowwwweee Christmas

I don’t own a cat…

But I know how they think.

 
 
 
 

Birthday Leisure Tip

11-Dec-07
Rosie and her modified scratchy-rolly maneuver

As I mentioned in the last post, Rosie had a birthday this past Monday the 10th.
She’s thirteen. That’s uh, ninety-one in human years.

I hope I’m still able to bark as loud as she does when I’m ninety-one.
I also hope I’m still able to chase squirrels,
or at least be annoyed enough to bark at them like she does.
And I hope I’m still able to do the scratchy-rolly maneuver.

What exactly IS the scratchy-rolly maneuver?
She begins by pushing the side of her head into the carpet while walking forward (corgis are quite short legged), then flops the trailing end of her long body over on her back and begins to roll slightly back and forth. Coinciding with this rolly movement is a repeating left-right-left bending of her torso. All of this rolling and bending is done while still on her back and is set to the lyrical groans and noises unique to Welsh Corgis.

This typically goes on for thirty seconds to a minute with a one or two second pause here and there for a light sneeze (also while still on her back). Then she pops up on all fours, sort of freezes in position with a blank stare, and suddenly gives a good hard head shaking sneeze. Lastly, a good shaking from head to rump.

Maneuver completed. Time to do something else. Woofing, barking, racing ’round the couch, or simply going to the bedroom and curling up on the bed…again.

Birthday Modification…
On her birthday, around mid-morning, she performed the standard scratchy-rolly maneuver with one small modification. Instead of popping up and producing the final sneeze and full body shake, she remained on her back…and fell asleep.

What we see here is the modified scratchy-rolly maneuver.

I find this to be an ideal modification for one to make on their birthday scratchy-rolly maneuvers and I intend to incorporate it into my own birthday fun in April.

I learn something from Rosie almost daily.

Rosie Wants a Head Rub

08-Dec-07
Rosie wants a head rub

It has been a while since I posted. It’s time I got back at it so here’s a good start.

This is my little dog Rosie. She is a Welsh Corgi. She’ll be thirteen years old on Monday and though she sleeps a lot, she is still quite playful and agile. She is more fun than a barrel of monkeys.

I use a laptop computer. Most mornings I sit down to check my email.
I sit in a chair with my feet upon an ottoman and the laptop on my…um…lap.

Unfailingly, Rosie will quietly toddle over to me and stop under my legs where they create a bridge to the ottoman. She then makes a grumpy little puff from her flues (the corners of her mouth).

I ignore this.

Without moving she puffs a bit louder.

I move the laptop down to my shins, bend my knees apart, and reveal the endearing scene we see here.

With a slight smile I can never restrain, I say “what do YOU want?”

Again without moving or batting an eye, she replies with another, still louder, grumpy puff.

Then I rub her ol’ noggin with both hands, wiggle her big ol’ ears back and forth, bend over and kiss her on the head, and get a double lick on the nose in return.

Having successfully exercised control over her so called “Master”, she toddles off to the bedroom and curls up on the bed for a few hours of napping.

I can’t tell you how many laughs and snickers I’ve had watching this little dog for thirteen years.

I decided to start a sketchbook called the Book of Rosie. This is the first sketch in the book. I’ll post them as I sketch them.

Rosie will be anxious to hear your comments.