kids and dogs

dogs and babies and writing
Well, good morning, y'all. Hope it isn't too cold where you are at. It's sunny here in Florida, but the weather has been chilly--well for some of us!

We had a pipe break on the wall this week. Plumber says the whole house needs to be replumbed. Does that mean I need to come out of retirement and get a job?

Last Wednesday we had four young ladies and three babies visit us. The babies are 7 months, 8 months and 10 months. They had a good time playing and stealing each other's toys. All girls. Autumn still doesn't have much hair. And our dog, Maggie, the shepherd, still wants to lick her head and see if the hair will start growing in.

Zeus wants nothing to do with these little people. He finds them scary. Of course, Zeus is a Leo and I think he's the cowardly lion from the Wizard of Oz. If we sneeze, he runs and hides.

Speaking of cowards, at 6 a.m. Maggie was freaking out, jumping around like the boogie man was after her. Icarus jumped on the bed and watched Maggie running back and forth, back and forth. She finally settled down beside the bed, but huffed and puffed for the next 45 minutes. When I got up I saw that the cane I use at nights--so I don't step on her--must've fallen on her. I assume it got caught on her collar and she was really freaking out. This was the boogie man to Maggie!

Icarus looked at all the babies when they were here. Mostly we kept the dogs on the back porch or outside. But once I let them in. Then the babies wanted to crawl for the dogs. Maggie said, well, okay, until one of them grabbed her ear. She just looked scared--that boogie man thing again.

Zeus--all 25 lb of him--crawl on my lap and wanted me to shield him from those evil little people. Then it hit Icarus. Oh yeah, that's that baby who grabbed my beard and pulled it. He crawled by my feet and then jumped up on me--like on my chest since Zeus had my lap--and wanted protected, too. Then when the little ones wanted to reach up to them, they didn't like that and we had to put them out on the back porch again. The babies were happy. They stood at the sliding glass door looking at the doggies from a safe distance. Sort of like being at the zoo, ya know?

I didn't get much writing done this week, but did get the synopsis and three chapters of Death Came to Dinner ready to send to the agent.

What did we do? Look at flooring to see what it would cost to replace these ugly 20-year-old carpets.

That was my week. How was yours?

dg