In the winter

He poses in his new coat.

Then begins to unzip and chew his way out!

These are a bit late. It has been a busy winter. Our family grew unexpectedly. We were two people, two cats and Clifford. We now number five people, seven cats, Clifford and his mate Ladda. Life is never dull! 


More to follow ....

Who is training who?

How did someone get the crazy idea that we could house train a dog? Seriously, I am the only one trained. Sure he sits, stays and comes when I call, but even that feels more like he has trained me, in when to give him treats.

I love this dog more than the human tongue can tell but there are days ...

The morning was going well, Clifford had just been out for a run in the yard and had taken care of business like a pro. He was ready for a nap so I thought it was a good time for me to get some house cleaning done. 

I laid the dust rag down to answer the phone and Clifford took off with it. He ran down the hall, behind the couch, under the bed and I chased him as if there was a chance I could out run or out smart him. After ten minutes or so I gave up moved on to another task.

 Vacuum cleaner humming ... suddenly ffffrrrrclump ... oh no something was sucked up in the hose ... oh no the smell! I quickly kicked the switch to stop the vacuum but it was too late. The entire house smelled like fresh dog doo. 

I took the vacuum apart and ran water through every part I could. I put vinegar water down the hose trying to neutralize the odor. It seemed it was almost gone so I put a pile of baking soda on the floor and sucked it up in the vacuum ... still the fumes from the vacuum exhaust was not sweet. As I sat and stared at the vacuum wondering what else to do I glanced over and there he was sleeping soundly with my dust cloth and my husbands socks. 

They are so precious when they are sleeping.