Freedom

Last night, I was working in my studio and I heard Truck crying in the bedroom. I thought he just wanted me to lift him into bed, so I ignored him for a few minutes. When he did not stop, I went to investigate. He did not want to get on the bed, so I just patted him for a while and then went back to what I was doing. A while later, he came into the studio and laid down at my feet crying. I started to worry that he was sick and proceeded to check him out. He was fine. It was then I realized that I had not seen Pasha for a while, he usually comes and check on me when he in the backyard. I went out side and he was nowhere to be seen. I went full crazy, screaming and carrying on. I briefly thought Truck had killed him, but knew he had escaped. I went out front to see if he was milling there but he was nowhere to be seen. I heard some dogs barking in the distance and hopped in the car to find him. I live near a busy road and was terrified that a car had hit him. As I drove toward the barking dogs, Pasha turned the corner running at full speed and tail wagging. He looked happier than I have ever seen him in my life. He jumped in the car and I loved all over him and then yelled at him. He did not care, he had experienced freedom.

When we came back in the house, Truck took a swing a Pasha. Truck hits just like a man. Then turned and gave me this look that said "I told you the motherfucker took off."

The Quilt Guild

I went to the first meeting of a new art quilt guild on Saturday. I am not sure why everyone laughs when they hear this. While I am excited to be part of the group, there are some things that bothered me about the group. First, I was the youngest person in there by at least 30 years, but that is really not a surprise. I have always had much in common with sexagenarians. We went around to discuss our work an I noticed that 4 out of 12 women there had a husband die, commit suicide, or go missing in the last year. One of the widowed ladies mentioned that she sold her husband’s 68 Mustang for a new sewing machine, but I do not know he died before or after that transaction. I am going to stick with this group as it seems that they can teach me much and not just about quiliting.

A Tale of Two Dogs

Last night I made some rice crispy treats to satisfy a PMS crazy binge. This morning in light of day, I could not bear to the sight of the marshmallow treat. So I put the treats in a paper bag and set it on the back porch as treat for the boys. Pasha found the bag first and stuck his nose in the bag. However, Pasha’s snout is about 6 inches long, the bag was 10 inch deep. Pasha looked at the bag for about 15 seconds and then walked away. Shortly thereafter, Truck found the bag. Within 2 seconds the bag was destroyed and the remaining treats were in his belly. Pasha stared at Truck with disbelief.