He was just a teen when I was born. So I was like a little brother to his big brother.
This was the day I brought Mlle. Renee home and she is holding the first toy she ever owned.
She had been rescued on the streets of the city when she was six months old by the Missouri Humane Society. They performed surgery on her and nursed her back to health. I was there the first day they put her up for adoption. When she saw me, she said I had to take her home with me. I did, and they gave her the Hershey Boy to take home, too.
I also just realized that August is NATIONAL SANDWICH MONTH. And while I don’t want to go through the hassle of creating and eating a different sandwich for each day of the month, I did want to do something to honor the month. I also didn’t have a slice of bread in the house. So, since it was also Throw Back Thursday, I decided to make something I would have enjoyed when I was a kid. So, I whipped up a quick batch of my flakey biscuits and got out my Grandmother’s Throw Back cookie cutter and made a pan of chicken shaped biscuits to serve as my bread.
That’s peanut butter, strawberry jam and melted marshmallow …
On a chicken shaped biscuit with two mini-PEEPs on the side.
I even was able to make a pan of irregular-shaped regular biscuits that should last me a couple of days.
I guessed you probably realized that it has been raining all night and day so far.
Today, I decided to vary my daily creative quest and go from origami to an art form used by Man Ray and Pablo Picasso.
I created this work about 49 years ago. The objects featured in the photogram are assorted butterflies and moths, mimosa branches, dandelions and other weed blossoms. The 12 x 36 print was decoupaged to a sheet of masonite and has hung on the wall of the sun porch until last week when the screw holding it up pulled out of the wall and came crashing down in the middle of the night. I thought someone was breaking into the house and got up to see what was going on. My fearless canine companion yawned and went back to sleep. No damage, other than my Australian bush hat falling into Renee’s water bowl. Well, it had to be washed anyway before I mowed the lawn this week.
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!”
In her first fall of living with me she discovered butterflies. They would land on the flowering plants in the back of the yard and she would race back to watch the float away. Just like her rabbit chases, she never caught a butterfly. But that didn’t stop her from running and jumping after them.
MLLE. RENEE’S SPECKLED FLUTTERBY
This is an original origami butterfly that I designed myself and named in Renee’s honor.
Two … count them … two butterflies today!
Together, I call them OPPOSITES ATTRACT! (Even though I bent the body of the yellow/orange butterfly when I taped it to the green background.)
I guess my medical care of Mlle. Renee is working. She almost back to her regular “happy dog” personality. I’ve found ways to washout her ears and apply meds without her objections. The swelling in her ear has decreased by half, too.
We have both been spend most of our daylight hours inside the house. We went from a spring-like summer for most of last week to regular summer temps of 97 this weekend.
Still pretty bright shining through the cloud cover. Maybe I’ll have better luck on the next one in August.
MY CINNAMON BUTTERCUP BUTTERFLY
In case you’re wondering, the butterfly being honored is the Great Spangled Fritillary.
My Friday was rather busy. In addition to playing nurse-maid for my beloved canine companion (washing her ears out twice a day an applying healing medications), I had to go to my eye doctor to pick up my new glasses … get my hair cut and do some grocery shopping. Renee is being an angel about the medical treatment … except for washing her ears out. I have no problem getting the soap solution into her ear. But she shakes it out before I can wash out the ear. Her ear is getting better, and the swelling of the ear flap is going down. She’s also returning to her happy dog demeanor.
One of the things I went to the stupidmarket was to get some watermelon sticks for myself. While I was in the produce department I was conned by a sweet little old lady into sampling a Rainier Cherry. Rainier cherries are yellow inside and out, with just a bit of red blush on them, and exceptionally large. They are quite sweet, very firm and totally delicious!And no, I didn’t buy that little dish of cherries!
Proving once again that life really is just a bowl of cherries! (Groan!)
I moved on to the bakery department to pick up a loaf of sour dough bread where another little young lady conned me into sampling a bite of Oreo Gooey Butter Cake. (Hopefully, Gooey Butter Cake is a Saint Louis tradition with which you’re acquainted. I only bought a single slice.
But I’ll be able to cut it into four brownie-sized portions that will last me four days. Then I hurried out of the store before I could be tempted into buying other treats for myself.
And yes, Mlle. Renee checked out my grocery bag as soon as I got into the house. And she found nothing for her. That’s when I got her “See If I Let You Pour Soap Water Into My Ears Tonight!” look!
The Golden Aztec Swallowtail Butterfly.
Yes, it was a real bitch folding that Aztec design on the wingspan.
I also got a late start because I had to take Mlle. Renee to the vet today. I had made her appointment a week and a half ago because she had several vaccinations due. Then over the weekend she had a lot of problems dealing with the neighborhood pryomaniacs who were determined to send their entire month’s food budget up in a cloud of sulfurous smoke. I noticed that she wasn’t her usual happy dog self. Tuesday I noticed that she was scratching her left ear with her hind leg. Something only a dog can do. When I checked it I noticed that her ear was a little puffy. This morning when I was getting her ready to go to the vet, it was a lot puffier.
The vet tech knew what it was as soon as we walked into the exam room. She had an ear infection, and in shaking her head and/or scratching her ear she had broken a small blood vessel. Her vet decided to treat it with meds for a week before resorting to surgical treatment which would involve splitting the ear flap in half. I also got instructions on washing a dog’s ear out and putting in the medication to treat the infection. It took two young lady techs to hold Renee to wash out her ears. Tonight, she let me do it all by myself. Without a whimper, too! I felt like the kindly Dr. Kildare of the dog world. (OK, I confess, I was a food inspector with the U.S. Army Veterinarian Corps when I was in the Army in my younger days. And on the Friday Animal Clinic Day, I assisted the Post Veterinarian with treating the animals.)
After a half day at the vet hospital and several vaccinations, Renee was all tuckered out and spent the afternoon napping.