Category Archives: LIVING WITH MLLE. RENEE
Living and loving a four-footed friend and companion.
While I didn’t feel the earth shake this morning, Mlle. Renee most assuredly did. This morning she came into my room and insisted that I get up. I looked at the clock and it showed the time as 7:24! I growl-grumbled a bit and tried to pull the covers over my head and go back to sleep. But my insistent companion made sure I get up by standing on the side of the bed and looking in my face. I got up and let her out and continued to grumble about walking on the cold floor. I continued on to the bathroom, but before I got there Renee was knocking on the back door for me to let her in. I however made her wait until I was finished! Once I let her in, she was ready to jump back in bed and race me back to my bed. And together we slept until the clock radio went off.
And that was when I heard there had been an earthquake south of Saint Louis at 7:22 this morning! Ok, it had only been recorded at 2.9, but still it was an earthquake. AND MY DOG HAD COME INTO MY ROOM TO RESCUE ME FROM IT! Or at least try to wake me up.
I’ve been trying to convince friends and relatives that Renee is far superior to your ordinary weather forecaster. Before the weather wizards officially issue a storm alert, she has already tried to get me to go down in the basement as least five minutes ahead of time. I would presume that she can detect changes in the barometric pressure. And she has never been wrong. If she says we’re going to have a storm, we have a storm. And I alway follow her to the basement. Unfortunately, she does not understand why I won’t crawl in her storm safe spot between the concrete basement walls and the wash machine.
SO HERE’S TO MY HERO!
PROTECTOR FROM WIND, THUNDER, LIGHTING, STORMS
And by the way, this is my 900th post on Word Press! So hooray for me, too!
Not a day goes by that Renee doesn’t do something to make me love her even more. This afternoon I was in the kitchen scrubbing the roasting pan I used to roast yesterdays roast beef dinner. I admit I was too lazy to do it last night when I washed the other dishes. [I used the excuse that I was soaking the sides of the pan.] Anyway I was standing by the sink scrubbing the pan when she walked up behind me and nudge me behind the knee with her nose. This is Renee talk which means she wants me to follow her some where. So I dried my hands and followed her out of the kitchen and into my bedroom where she stood and looked at my bed. I hadn’t fixed my bed after we got up this morning. She won’t get up on the bed unless the covers are all pulled up, and her fluffy towel is on top. I swear sometimes that she has the reincarnated spirit of my mother inhabiting her. So I pulled the covers up into their proper positions, and made sure her towel was in middle.
I pulled my legs up onto the bed, and she immediately nuzzled up to them. So I said, “The roasting pan can wait to be cleaned.” And I took her advice to take an afternoon nap. Now tell me she isn’t one smart dog! So we napped until she heard the mailman come up on the front porch to deliver the mail.
Unfortunately, the roasting pan didn’t wash itself.
This morning I heard Mademoiselle Renee tip-toeing into my bedroom to wake me up. I don’t know why she tip-toes into my bedroom when her sole objective is to wake me up anyway. Guess it must be her canine upbringing. After she gets into the room, she stands there looking at me to see if my eyes are going to open up. If they don’t, she’ll put a paw on the bed to shake it a couple of times.
Today, I fooled her. Just as she was going to put her paw on the bed, I opened my eyes and said, “I’m awake!”
Then I looked at the clock.
“OMG,” I groaned. “It’s just seven forty-three.”
Actually, does anyone actually verbalize OMG in every day conversation? And if they do, does that mean our vocabulary is really being shortchanged by the effects of social media.
Anyway, I had just groaned something about it being seven forty-three.
“I have to go pee, boyo, and you know I’m not tall enough to reach the lock with my teeth,” she said pretending to be an Irish Setter and/or Wolfhound.
“Lassie would have been able to!” I muttered as I crawled out of bed.
“How come, just how come … there’s never a me day?” I shouted.
“Most probably because you adopted me from the animal shelter, instead of breeding your own offspring,” she muttered, “Now, get off your anthropomorphizing trip and fix us something to eat.
anthropomorphize, [ˌænθrəpəˈmɔːfaɪz] vb.
To attribute or ascribe human form or behavior to an animal, object, biscuit, etc.
Cinnamon Chocolate Chip Minis
Everyone deserves a ME day! So when you do something special, such as sneaking a word like anthropomorphize into your Sunday morning ramblings, declare a ME day for yourself. You don’t have to make flakey-light biscuits from scratch, but Mlle. Renee highly recommends that you do … especially if you’d like her to visit.
ME DAYS & Adopted Companions
Recommended for humans everywhere by Mlle. Renee
Yesterday, I was racing to get all of the lawns mowed before our next week of rain (and possible snow) begins. I was doing pretty good until my stomach started to growl. So I called time out for a bologna sandwich break. Naturally, Mlle. Renee followed close behind when she heard bologna. See, we have a little game we play whenever I make a bologna sandwich. We call it Catch the baloney worm. As you probably know, when you make a bologna sandwich a portion of the sausage meat always remains stuck to the red bologna casing. I always run a paring knife around the inside of the casing and remove the long thin remnant of meat. It does sort of look like a long thin worm.
Please note that the baloney worm is not sitting on her nose. The camera caught it falling in mid-air. A fraction of a second later, her tongue darted out and caught the baloney just like a lizard. She never misses.
Do you think we have too much time on our hands? Guess my mother would have said, “Stop playing with your food!”
Mlle Renee woke me up at 6:30 this morning. She had to go out and … you know. It was just starting to snow and only sticking on the deck and a couple of the colder areas of the grass. She was out and back in a flash and after a quick rub down with her fluffy towel, she decided she’d sleep in a little longer in my bed … just to keep me warm. She’s a very thoughtful companion. So we slept in until 11:30.
There was a lot more snow on the ground when we looked out the door this time, and though it was falling in a thick untoasted corn flake fashion she decided she had to patrol the grounds. When I looked out a couple of minutes later she was frolicking like a puppy or a human five-year old. (Renee won’t be five until Mother’s Day, which would make her going on to 35 in human years. She prefers to stop counting years at that point.) After walking around the house for a while, she decided that my room and my bed was the warmest place for her to warm up.
Playing in snow can be so exhausting … cold and wet, too!
Well, it’s Adoption Anniversary today, and Renee and I have been buddies for four years now. And this is the first picture I ever took of her. That was when we got home from the Humane Society of Missouri. She was nine months old.
But she doesn’t think the origami looks anything like her. I told her you have to use your imagination with origami. She said imagine me another slice of toast.
I think she liked it. I both crinkles and squeaks, and she’s been playing with it all day. When she thought I wasn’t looking, she snuck into the house and carried her dragon out into the yard where she proceeded to shake it up like a snake and the throw it up into the air.
That’s my girl,
And that’s how we spent our anniversary today.
Well, the temps reached the 40s this afternoon and Renee and I were able to once again take our (almost) daily constitutional. We had missed a few days when the temps were hovering in the teens.
She gets so excited when I ask her if she wants to go for a walk. You’d think I’d offered her a cat sculpture made out of liver … or in her case bacon and butter. As I put on my shoes and coat, she keeps running from me to the rocking chair where he walking leash hangs to the front door back to me, the chair, the door … repeatedly.
Because we had missed a couple of days of walks, she picked up speed a couple of times so that I had to trot. She thinks it’s her job to keep me in shape.
An elf habitat, or should that be hobbitat?
I checked it out and told her it was either a squirrel or chipmunk hole. And she asked me if I had ever seen a chipmunk in the neighborhood. Since I have never seen a chipmunk in my life outside of a Disney cartoon I was forced to agree that it was an elf hole.
Even though it has to be elves who enjoy eating nuts and acorns.
Other than that, our walk was nice but totally uneventful.
Considering the weather we’ve been having, it’s really not hard to be under the weather. And Mlle. Renee hasn’t learned how to say, “Aww, poor Robbie, does he have a tolb in his noeb and a fever in his head?”
So I get no sympathy at all around here. Well, that’s not true, because she did let me sleep in until ten this morning. And we also had a nap this afternoon on the sofa. But she couldn’t understand why I didn’t want to go outside and play with her. To humor her I did put on my coat to walk around the grounds and leave some seed for our winged friends. I also noticed that during our recent January thaw a number a plants thought it was spring and began sprouting. Stupid plants if they would have listened to the weather wizards they would have know that we’re headed for a near zero night and first part of the week.
Somehow I really don’t think those sunflower seed shells are going to do much to protect those little sprouts. So after leaving some seed for the birds (and Mr. Squiggly the squirrel), I convince Renee to go inside where it was warm.
Now, I sometimes have a problem with proverbs and old wives’ tales. Probably because I don’t have an old wife to nag me to death by reciting them all the time. So I really didn’t know if it is “Feed a cold, and starve a fever.” or “Starve a cold, and feed a fever.” But since I had both along with this horrific craving for baked goods, I went inside to mess up my recently cleaned oven by baking something.
So I whipped up this crusty cob loaf of bread.
So I whipped up some deep dark double chocolate muffin dough which I spread in shallow pan and topped with dollops of dark chocolate cream cheese and flaked coconut before baking. It baked up into a rich, chocolate confection that resembled a super moist brownie that was to die for.
Then I just heated a can of vegetable beef barley soup for dinner. You have to eat some veggies.
So now I have enough muffins, brownies and whole wheat bread to last for two weeks. Mlle. Renee just reminded me she can’t eat chocolate, and why didn’t I use carob. Poor dog, she doesn’t know the medicinal qualities of real chocolate.
I know it’s still winter, but the temps were in the 60′s yesterday when Renee took me for my walk. And here’s what we saw …
I got a little laugh out of that billboard … mainly because DIY always results in OMG whenever anyone in my family attempts a seemingly simple home improvement. I guess that makes it an inherited trait and/or handicap.
I posted a picture of this old farmhouse a couple of years ago. This time one of the tall old trees that stood next to the house has just fallen over at ground level. The roots had all decayed. We saw three more trees at various location that had done the same thing. We also saw this tree that is starting to pull out of the ground.
I checked the trees in my yard when we got home and they all seem firmly grounded.
HIGH ENERGY REFLECTIONS IN A RAIN PUDDLE
We also had to walk around this big puddle of Thursday’s all-day rainfall on one of the side streets on our way home. Renee does not walk in rain puddles.
We skipped our walk today. Though the weather was nice early this morning, we have had very strong winds. Also the temp has been dropping a degree or two every quarter-hour, and it’s getting rather frosty out. It’s supposed to hit the low 20s by midnight with freezing rain turning into sleet and ultimately snow.
Think I’ll make a pot of soup or chili for dinner.