I think my sister nailed it on the head last week when she reminded me that I'm a terrible 'blogger'. I guess that's pretty much true since it's been five months since the last post, but hey, life happens. Moving on...
This spring Mokey has discovered a new love. Our latest garden addition - A fountain. It's not an impressive fountain (it was a DIY project, come on, how impressive could it be) but nevertheless it is a working fountain! My first attempt at this water feature went horribly awry when Mokey expressed her undying devotion by pulling the entire pot over (rocks and all) - the pot cracked and split and crumbled into pieces - much like my heart after I realized what she'd done. That fountain had been up for maybe twenty minutes. All that work.... anyways, we tried again. This time with a larger pot and more rocks (lots of rocks) and eureka! Success was mine! And Mokey's blissfully back in love. Of course I should have guessed she wouldn't be able to leave it alone - it's running water and it even bubbles a little! Now at least she contents herself with head dunking instead of pot dumping.
Mokey's also a little spoiled. Last year Mokey discovered the joy of rotating sprinklers; but like most things that Mo loves - she promptly broke it and sent it up to plastic sprinkler heaven. So this year, as Mom and I were shopping, we happened to pass by a rack of metal sprinklers. Let it be known that I was not the one who caved and bought it. Mokey's grandma was. So today Mokey spent a wonderful half an hour outside with just her and her sprinkler. Ah, doggy bliss. Of course I should mention that while ridiculous, her love of water has come in handy. Our fence connects to the neighbors fence in back and the neighbor has a little, yippy dog who likes to come up to the fence and smack talk with Mokey. Mo isn't allowed to do that (yet dearly loves it), so when she hears the jingle of little tags and her heart races at the first high pitched yip I can tell her to 'Leave it' and then reward her with some water. She loves the water so much she'll come away from the fence. A win for everyone. Of course, she doesn't get water every time, but Mokey lives on the edge and is always hoping for that one time when I'll get her water pitcher and sprinkle some wonderful wetness around the yard.
It should be noted however that bath time is horrible. Completely horrible. And usually results in cuddling on the couch with blankets.
She needs to find a new location to warm up after a bath. It would be nice if our new couch didn't smell like wet dog. At least for a bit. : )
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