This morning she launched a dawn attack and chopped off all of my carefully arranged carpet, then hauled me into that torture chamber she laughingly refers to as the bathroom.
There have been threats of taking out the dreaded clipper to tidy up the loose ends, but I think her right hand is paralysed with cramp from the scissoring, so a truce has been agreed for the moment.
The question asked was: Which quirky habit annoys you the most, and what quirky habit do you love — in yourself, or others?
I could say the same quirky habit of Izzy The Diva’s that annoys me the most is also one that I love.
Izzy the Diva is a pedigree Old English Sheepdog, and I’m sure that if you live in Ireland or the UK, the first image that springs to mind is that elegant supermodel who graces the Dulux advertisements – all long flowing hair and fluffy paws, looking like a perfect ornament. Key to this image is how clean the dog is.
The lovely Izzy is a true beauty but she is allergic to any form of grooming or bathing. She is, however, very fond of wearing as much of the garden, the park and the all local badger and fox poo that she can apply to herself. An enthusiastic helper, Izzy likes to examine all the flowerpots to ensure they are not overly filled with compost, and will remove any excess that she finds. Another housework task she has mastered is shredding the contents of any bin she can find so mum does not have to compact her rubbish. She also likes storing spare food in her beard.
After all this activity, her habit is to have a nice long drink of water, and then come over for a kiss and a cuddle. The sensation of a cold, wet, dribbly, compost (or worse) laden chin on your lap is not recommended, but you know what? Izzy still gets her cuddle, how could I refuse that face?
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I avoided the winter haircut this year (whee!). I was booked for December, but the roof of Baskerville Manor broke or something, Anyway, the long (and not short) of it is that she hasn’t got the strength in her arm any more to cut me herself and there is no budget for a groomer until at least January.
Now that the hair on my head is so long, tonight she decided to experiment with top knots and placed this rather fetching scrunchy on my head. I love it!
Just because I have the biggest, fluffiest rear-end in the house doesn’t mean that I can be used as a pillow. There I was, minding my own business, having a nice snooze on what used to be my futon when The Big Guy clambers up behind me and plonks his two-ton head on my lovely derriere.
Hmmpffhh!
OK, it’s morning. Now. This minute. Wake up!
I haven’t been at the compost so far. I didn’t dip my beard in the water bowl. I promise not to slobber.
So why haven’t you kissed me yet?
Aaawww Mum! Why is there a gate here? What’s behind it? What are you doing? I wanna see what’s happening – c’mon… what’s that scent?
We’ve been waiting two days to find out -Pleeeaaasssssse tell us!
Here I am in our bedroom listening to strange noises coming from the attic.
Like Princess Chloe the First, I saw the two crate things coming in last night as well. The Big Guy and I tried to look up the attic stairs this morning to see what Yours Truly Confused was up to, but we could only get that odd smell Princess Chloe the First was talking about.
Yours Truly Confused has erected a baby gate at the end of the attic stairs. I wonder whether she trying to keep something in or out of there?
