Category Archives: LIVING WITH MLLE. RENEE
Living and loving a four-footed friend and companion.
I am totally convinced that dogs are the only creatures who have mastered the art of sleeping. As proof, I offer this photographic evidence of Mlle. Renee captured in my ongoing scientific canine sleep study. Today, she decided to doze next to my chair in my office as I worked on the computer.
(I wasn’t sleeping, I was resting my eyes!”)
(Okay, beware the REVENGE OF RENEE the next time you fall asleep watching TV!)
THE WHITE TIGER STRIPED BUTTERFLY
That right, I’m offering a fantasy butterfly of my imagination. OK, I had a sheet of folding paper at the bottom of my paper box that was covered with zebra stripes, and I decided to either use it or throw it away. So waste not, want not!
So I spent a good part of the day at the veterinary hospital with my faithful friend, Mlle. Renee. No problem, just a follow-up visit for last week’s ear infection. And she passed with flying color. (Renee is golden brown from head to toe with the exception of the white tip of her tail and her spotted right front boot of white with tan freckles. We had a long wait because the office was crowded. All the staff spoils her with pats, and naturally she works the crowd. The infection is all cleared up, and the swelling of her ear caused by the broken blood vessel is almost all back to normal.The vet did discover that the point on one of her rear teeth was broken off and advised extraction before the nerve becomes exposed. (They could put a cap on it for about a thousand bucks, but he advised extraction.) And my wallet agreed!
And that was my Thursday! And the weather is still amazingly cool for July!
MY LAUGH OF THE DAY!
While I was waiting for the vet, a woman with three little boys came in and the oldest climbed onto the dog scale and shouted, “Mom, I weigh 50 dog pounds!”
According to some new APP that analyzes photos for smiles, Saint Louis, followed closely by Kansas City, is the happiest city in the United States. I find that really strange since we live in such a miserable state filled and run by some of the bigoted, repressive, gun-totingest, Bible-belt politicians outside of Kansas and Arizona. In order to test this Smile APP Theory, I decided to review some of my Saint Louis photos for smile content.
I guess that APP was right.
Well, today was the first parade of the Mardi Gras revelries and as usual Mlle. Renee decided to sleep in. It was the annual Beggin’ Pet Parade in Soulard.
Actually, Mlle. Renee really isn’t into playing dress up. She’d be willing to nibble on a piece King Cake or even a Beggin’ Strip, but in the middle of a parade of canines (and cats) I’m sure she would rather play run, roll and chase. GAD-ZOOKS! I have visions of being pulled through the streets behind a pack of wild and crazy parade pets.
Besides, on Sunday, I like to sleep in, too.
So Happy Valentine’s to all of visitors to the Smiling Bagel’s online home.
Today is also the fifth anniversary of me and Mlle. Renee. I adopted her on Valentine’s Day 2009. And I think it was the luckiest day ever for both of us. She knew it was a special day, and she came into my bedroom about five in the morning. Actually, she was probably cold and wanted to sleep at the foot of my bed and keep my feet warm. It was a cold and gloomy day so we slept in and didn’t get up until eleven. She heard the mailman come up on the front porch and she had to wake me up to go get it. We actually received a Valentine card from Marika and Dash who live in Arkansas. Here she is checking it out.
We just discovered that Marika and I share a distant family relationship. Her mother was born in Alsenborn a village in the Rhineland of Germany where my Great Grandfather Franz Edler was born. Not only that, but one of the remaining Edlers in Alsenborn (all Edlers are related in Alsenborn) is married to her great-aunt. So that’s almost a distant family relationship, isn’t it?
For our anniversary dinner I made a cheese-burger pizza (no onions or garlic) which we shared. As you probably know already, cheese is Renee’s favorite food. Well, right after butter that is. The fifth anniversay is the Wooden anniversary. So I guess I’ll give her a stick as soon as the snow melts.
Remember what is was like when you were a kid … and it was a cold, wet, rainy day and you couldn’t go out to play?
Well, Mlle. Renee had the same problem today.
And so I did. AGAIN!
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.