May Days

Blaze, concerned because the end of the game had been mentioned.

Flip! HaPpY DaNcInG with Sculpture

Sorry Flip's picture is blurry, she is SO fast. I laughed as I watched Blaze challenge Flip to a race towards me, Flip leaving Blaze in the dust just long enough to prove her point. No discernable hip joints? No problem! Flip conserves her energy, always has, for the important stuff, like her FrisBee redesigns, her latest shown beside her. She is verY proud of it.

FrisBee Population Problems!
I've only recently learned that floatable Nylabone FrisBees are now extinct. I have one and a half left, and I started with six, just two years ago. Thanks, Flip. The floatables plastic is way soft, and my girls have very strong jaws, as most dogs do. Flip just can't STOP herself from killing them.

I brought the girls to work twice this week, to StinkyCat's utter disgust. Stinky's slave (me) has finally (duH) decided to start feeding Stinky his yummy food/meds while the dogs are there. This has increased his disdain (which is hard to do with cats) but  is lessening his fear of them. Food is a very powerful trainer, used at jusT the right time.

Stinky will stalk past them tail held high, and strut to wherever he's going, which isn't very far. I've been leaving the door to outside slightly ajar, and Stinky leaves, and immediately returns, although I have to shoo Blaze away from the door, as Blaze deArLy wants to explain her benign intentions to this clearly misinformed cat. Blaze has now sniffed Stinky's tail and butt twice (Stinky wasn't looking, as he was on my lap, and I coaxed Blaze over..) and craves more. ewwww.

I had a moment of reliving a "Friends" episode, where Phoebe kills a smoke-alarm with a hammer. I had been rooting in the fibber mcgee drawer, you know the one, everything that isn't findable elsewhere is in there. Picture-hangers, CrappyTire money (looks like millions, but isn't, and yes, I am going to donate it..), arctic dubbin, candles, toggle switches, other parts I have no idea what they are useful for, and a hammer.

AND this weird soft plastic disky thing with the Molson's Logo on it, about 3" round, 0.375" thick, and as soon as I touched it, a tinny "Hockey Night in Canada" theme song started playing.  I dropped it back in the drawer, and it kept playing. I touched it again, it stopped. I put it in the hallway vestibule, as I didn't want to think about it, or look at it. Half an hour later, I walk past, and the danged thing starts playing. Startled me. I touched the top, and it stopped, but it started up again. And it wouldn't stop. I finally killed it with a hammer. Take THAT, Molson's! I DON'T DRINK BEER! NOR DO I WATCH HOCKEY!!!
HaHA!

We've really been enjoying this coolder than normal wet spring. It has been so preternaturally beautiful here, I cannot tell you. The solitude is soothing. The birds have been keeping us entertained, and everyone, save the red-headed woodpecker, is back. Indigo Bunting, Red-Bellied Woodpecker, Little Green Heron, Great Blue Heron, Baltimore Oriole, Cape May Warbler, Cardinals singing their hearts out every morning at 4:45, finally waking me at 5:15, nice way to wake up, I freely admit. sigh.
 
Our little conservation area feels safe, for the first time in over 20 years. I leave you with more GoldHearts, and a Baltimore Oriole enjoying the peanut butter feeder.