four days after olive comes to stay...

i don't mind telling you dear readers that i was a wee bit nervous about our little olive 'the other dog' coming to live in our nest...

after all, we have a shed load of critters already and every time i add another i always hear a little voice in the back of my head saying, "this is the one Tif, the one that will rock the boat and all it's contents"...

but so far, i am pleased to report, so good... used dog has decided that olive is way too small to cause her trauma just yet, so instead she has directed her attention upon the chickens in the yard. it's almost too much for a dog to stand, they strut around her territory acting like they own the place, coming right up to the house and 'billy no mates' makes no apology for inviting herself in through the back door if no one is looking... (and whilst on the point of chickens, last night as we were dining al fresco, big bertha made no qualms about hiding her wish to be a cockeral... only time will tell, but it ain't looking good for her).

the cats have looked at little olive as if to say "not again, not another odd smell in the shed" and the tortoise, the mieces and the fish appear completely 'blase' about the whole thing...

and so apart from the first night of 'missing her mummy', little olive has settled in rather nicely...

even enjoying her first bike ride yesterday.

i never saw myself as a small dog owner but i think when she has grown fully, thus being less likely to be stepped on in our busy household, i imagine it all working out rather nicely (as i tippity tapped that last bit, i did knock on wood... just in case)

she is once again gearing up for some serious perspiring as the temps stay high in the sky and in the shed ~ Tif

footynote: and may i just say how lovely your 'little olive the other dog' welcome was... how much kindness has been shown to one wee thing, she is a most lucky of luckiest puppy to have such a welcome :)

the day olive comes to stay...

and so it came to pass in a small town outside of seattle,

'little olive' the other dog, came to reside at mossy shed...

do not let these pictures deceive you, 'little olive' at only 10 weeks old is already in training for christmas, when she hopes to put her huge ears to good use by being 'the other reindeer' for santa.

i have a few months to crochet some antlers so she passes 'reindeer inspection' but at the moment being in close proximity to 'yarn' is causing me to feel quite faint...

she is off to fight for space infront of the electric fan with her children ~ Tif

the day before olive comes to stay...

i have seen my future...

("what crazy talk is this Tif, has the heat finally fried your last ounce of sanity?" i hear you gasp)

this is no crazy talk dear readers, no sirree... it's the truth, however deranged i appear to be looking in my 'slick stuck to my head' suzi quatro hairstyle and old cotton slip, going 'as is' underneath and having a 'hand fan' as my best friend...

in the past few days i have had a taste of my menopausal future and i don't care for it one bit.

i've accepted my sagging bottom,

come to terms with my pesky gray roots

and convinced myself the crows feet around my eyes are laughter lines...

(actually that is all a pack of 'fibs', but for the sake of me adding drama to my ramblings i must 'bend the truth' at this point, i knew you would understand. but not, i must add at the 'menopausal point' above... no, that is the truth. cross my heart...)

as the outside temps reach over a 100 and inside the shed is close behind with a 'faint' inducing 90+... i have now been given a taste of the 'could fry an egg on my back at night' situation that presents it's self in menopause...

and so today, as 'they' claim it will be even hotter...

i fear for used dog living with a coat of 'black and fur', trying to stay warm with her 'super hero wet cloak' towel and a bulldog clip,

i fear for my feathered friends who are beginning to have an insight to their cousins lives, the rotisserie chickens,

i fear for 'noodle and doodle' the two mieces, in their glass walled home of 'stink' in our #4's room.

but most of all, even more than fearing for my menopausal future,

i fear for my children having to ride out the heatwave with a mother perspiring like she's never perspired before and making sure everyone in the vicinity of the shed, shares her suffering...

she is off tomorrow, travelling north to bring little olive 'home'... and hoping the air conditioning in the car remembers it's supposed to be working ~ Tif

footynote: just a quick 'thanking you kindly'... i truly appreciate your lovely words of support for my 'exhibit moment' of late. it has warmed my heart... actually my heart was already warm due to extreme heat conditions and really didn't require anymore warming but i think you get the gist of what i mean :)