Peaches Prattlings











Yes, I said selectively! They crack us up, in case you couldn’t tell by some of the stories I have shared with you!

There are times they hear us and times they don’t, I don’t think they are different from any other dog. If it’s time for bed, Ruby sometimes pretends she doesn’t hear us, but Bee, well…there is a treat involved!

So…when I open the treat jars, Bee jumps up from a dead sleep! Ruby, she might look up, but she’s not as interested. Especially if we’re going out, or it’s bedtime and she’s not ready, and that means she has to go in to the crate. On the other hand, Ruby LOVES her walks, so…when she hears me open the Velcro on my sandals, she loses her mind! If it’s anywhere between about 415 and 5pm, which 5pm is their walk time, any time I move…are we going?!. I actually have to pick up my Chucks and carry them into the bedroom so I can put them on without her jumping on me!

Now…I know Ruby can hear my feet on the floor when I have my Chucks on, or almost any pair of shoes, and she thinks it’s walk time! But…if I walk towards the garage with shoes on, they are both on my heels like the world is gonna end! They think I’m heading for the car and we are going for a drive! HA HA

PSM said they never do that when he goes to the garage, I reminded him, most of the time when he leaves, he leaves through the back door and through the backyard fence, for me, my car is in the garage, that automatically signals car ride! Ruby is up for it, I think I told you, Bee isn’t a fan of going for drives, but she doesn’t want to be left behind more! What motivation!

When we get back from being out, they hear the garage door or the kitchen door and they perk their heads up, we have to tell them that we’ll be there in a minute, we might have to put some things down or away and then those tails start wagging and banging against the crate. We are super quiet when we leave for yoga at 530am, we know they can hear us, we hear them stirring! Ya can’t get past them!

So many times our dogs do something that cracks us up, makes us go hmmm or just plain tickles us. We love those goofballs!



As soon as the weather gets nice…one of our dogs, and I shall not name names, except…you could add the word slippers after her name and you would have my favorite movie! HA HA said dog, takes most of the toys in the house and takes them out back, well, into the backyard…and leaves them there!

In the house, it’s take this one out, leave it here. Take that one out, leave it there. Take this one and put it in my dog bed, and this one looks good on the other dog bed, and so it goes. We pick them up, put them in the basket, and there is a basket, I promise, and then moments later…where did they go! As I mentioned, in the Spring, grab a toy, take it outside. Leave it somewhere. Go back inside, grab another toy, take it outside. Leave it somewhere else. Then…if you try to bring it inside, it is either snatched from your hand or if it does make it back in the house, within minutes, it’s somewhere in the backyard!

Now…something they weren’t taught, before we got them, was to play fetch, it would be fun. How it happens in our house…we throw it, mostly Ruby, but sometimes Bee, runs after it, pics it up, races around the yard, then drops it somewhere and comes back to you…empty handed, or empty mouthed, as it were…not exactly the way it works! ha ha. Or…same scenario, just in the house…it cracks me up every time!

JS is going to be watching the pups when we head out of town this weekend and she was very sweet to ask if she could bring them a toy, so I sent her a text, thanking her, and showing her the pile and littering of toys we have. She really is sweet and the pups seem to like her! I can’t wait to tell you how it goes! We left them once last year at a kennel, this time, we’re hoping to be able to leave them with JS whenever we go out of town!

Back to our killing fields…you can see them through the window and when you walk the yard! Everywhere! The worst is when we forget to bring one or two inside…and it rains…ick! Then…it’s so sad when one of the toys just isn’t meant to be any longer, let’s just say…squeaker…gone, head…possibly gone or hanging by a thread, literally, stuffing…gone. Yeah, that happens too. What can I say, they love those toys to death! ha ha, sorry, couldn’t resist!

I love that some of the toys they came with, some we have bought them, and some, were Mollie’s, like Ruby’s absolute favorite opossum, a stuffed one, of course!, is the last toy we bought Mollie. We’re really happy that they are loving on these toys. Oh man, sometimes, when they have a few, or even just one, in the bed with them, and they are snuggled up with it, can it get cuter? Nope!

But…today…I went around picking up the toys from the yard. How long do you think it will take them to make their way, magically, of course, back out into the yard?!



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