Scully's Mum had a finger joint replaced recently and is 6 weeks off work. Scully rides out to meet the school bus in the mornings now (because Mum isn't going to work after dropping off the human sisters), still turns up here for her walk when she gets back from that excursion and wanders back and forth between two houses several times a day - levying the cheese tax here at lunch time, then scarpering home to see whether anything interesting will fall off the lunch counter there.
This evening she declined to go home when called upon. We were roasting a leg of lamb in the slow-cooker. There was a lamb tax to pay before she could be convinced to depart this territory.
Scully's maternal grandparents are visiting at her place. They have the same first names as F and Mr B, so now she has Grandma F and Aunty F etc. Grandma F seems to be of the view that Scully should spend more time at her own home. Scully doesn't appear to share that view and regularly declines to abandon her repose in the caravan when called upon to do so.
Further taxes are levied in the form of treats to entice her to exit and be going home.
Mr B bought 3 litres of fruit juice this week, packaged in a tough plastic bag inside a box. Once the juice had been either decanted into bottles for the fridge or drunk, the emptied bag was inflated and used as a football for Scully's entertainment. At first she couldn't work out how to get a hold of it, but once she realized she could grab a corner, it's life span was severely limited. Finally Mr B got to witness what happened to the rugby ball last winter. It got a shaking such as only a terrier can deliver; several in fact, until the tough plastic bag resembled little more than a piece of sea-lettuce, limp and bedraggled, washed up on a storm tide.
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| Who? Me? Shake something to death? |
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| Levying Cheese Tax - Pay or I lick you.... |
Hari OM
ReplyDeleteSeems that Scully has mastered the art of family blending - even if the older generation resists the notion. As tax collectors go, this one is quite congenial - almost welcome! YAM xx
Despite the strict 'no lickies' rule she will deliver a sneaky licking to the face of anyone trying to put their boots on. She knows how to get her way.
DeleteScully wasn't behind the door when the brains were handed out, was she?
ReplyDeleteCertainly not.
DeleteI knew those eyes were saying Lamb or Cheese, now I know its Cheese. she has such a sweet face, I want to give hugs.. I love the black marking on her. Grandmas always think they know everything. my mother drove me crazy calling me when I was getting the kids ready for school to tell me to put warm clothes on, be sure to give them gloves and a hat, or later in the day call and say I do hope you dressed them warmly, its cold outside. we lived less than a mile from each other, like I had no way to KNOW myself it was cold out.
ReplyDeleteScully's # 1 family are blessed to have you there for when they need you.. Scully would be home alone way to much and not get the exercise she needs.
She is piling on weight again and I'm wondering whether she is successfully levying double tax here by appealing to Mr B for collection of allegedly unpaid taxes. We have to sort ourselves out and agree on a small deposit each morning from which said taxes will be paid. One must resist unfair or inequitable taxation.😆
DeletePS, I am collapsed on sofa with feet up and laptop. it took 1 hour 8 minutes to do the back yard with my trusty Orange Thing. It will not take but about 30 minutes each time because it was double work, the leaves were so thick I had to mow on high and then mow again with it lowered.. it works beautifully. also there is a lot I need to do before I can mow some of it. I may have to beg for help. but at least now I can keep most of it neat enough to satisfy my self. no one else sees it
ReplyDeleteIt must be the season. Mr B tackled our yard yesterday with his green thing - battery line trimmer (also called whipper snipper) and it still looks rough but mown rough...ground level gorse and weeds.
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