Love Bees! Love Dogs!

Well, I've thimbled and stitched through another little project....this one measures 5"x5". It's from a book by Sheena Rogers...'Mini Cushions in Cross Stitch'. It's going to become a nice, fat pincushion!

As I sit writing this blog entry, the 5 'kids' are having adventures of their own. Heard a thump a bit ago. It seemed to interest the whole pack...so, of course they went off to investigate. Nothing happens around here without immediate investigation of the thump, the squeak, meow or chirp...any sound, in fact, usual or unusual...that occurs within ear shot (theirs, not mine) in this house. The Four-legged Doggie Detective Agency is always on the job. The chief of this little band is, of course, Mopsy Blue-eye (only one of her eyes is blue...and when viewed in the right light her face takes on the slightly sinister look of a pirate).

Today's investigation was rewarded with (now this is sad) the still-warm corpse of a Mourning Dove that, having cooed its last coo, promptly smashed, head first, into a plate glass, sliding door.

Suddenly, from the family room, came menacing growls...the kind that say: this is MINE....YOU TOUCH--YOU DIE!!!! I quickly decided that death threats take priority over blogs and went to investigate. There was Mopsy, surrounded by the other four dogs, spitting her warnings at them and jealously guarding her trophy.....inside the house, of course, and with dove feathers strewn like rose petals on the family room rug. Since I'm a lot bigger than the 5-pound Mopsy and (sometimes) have more authority...I managed to take the poor, dead dove away from her. The dove now rests in a shroud of plastic grocery bag. Until trash day on Thursday its coffin will have to be the large, Rubbermaid, garbage can...in the garage.

It's funny how quickly dogs can find other amusement. Mopsy is now contentedly chewing up a pine cone...which I'll have to vacuum off of the family room (that poor family room again) rug when she tires of this new game.