one of my favorite things to do with Brindle, my big lunka-dog who is always, always making me laugh and inspiring me....tonight, he found a little "shelf" on the overhang between my memory foam mattress and the bed mattress beneath it, where he rested his chin....on the floor, you see, I took my wooden bed apart and hijacked Tarah's old mattress. Brindie sleeps on the floor in my room at night and Shasta on a warm blanket, with water, in the garage, because she has a habit of waking up and waking me up at 3 a.m. precisely each night if she's in my bedroom so she can go outside, and just when I'm falling alseep again, she'll scratch at the sliding door.
Anyway, my mom and aunt Jeanne came by this afternoon on their way home from a trip to Laughlin. They marveled at my new iron front gate - with a deadbolt and key, that that! - and the tippiness of a starting-to-bloom, high-as-the-roof cactus whose genus and name I do not know, pink kisses with brisks of yellow, pollenating frills.
And so, my aunt took a picture of me reminding Brindle to be very, very nice in taking his dog treat....I trained him as a puppy in his big metal-barred cage, to always be super gentle when taking treats or food from a person's hand, good thing because now his mouth is big enough to wrap around the calf of my ankle. Good thing he is nice. That is my mom, Beverly, in the background, taking a lesson from me.
Brindie! Making us all laugh. Good Boy!!
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