Not really, except for the pups barking at the guy who owns the property south of us, but that's normal. Sometimes I think they don't know what they're barking at and bark just to hear themselves barking. When we come home after going somewhere, they do what we call "tag barking." They actually take turns barking. Usually it's only Jake and Rolli who do it, but it's still funny to hear.
Hope you all had a nice Easter. Ours was nice. The weather was beautiful, a little cool, but sunny. Kenneth and Elicia drove up from Kansas City. I always love seeing them. I wish they lived closer, but it could be worse. I wish they would spend the night though instead of driving back when it's getting late. Instead of spending the night, we bought a sofa bed just for that reason, but they always insist on driving back. It's at least a two and a half hour drive, but they still insist.
Kenneth is stubborn that way. I can say he gets it from his dad, but I'd be lying because he gets it from both of us, but probably me more. Lord knows I can be very stubborn when it comes to things. I definitely live up to my birth sign that way, being as stubborn as a bull. Dave knows that and most of the time, he's the one to compromise about things and lets me do what I want to do. But he can have his stubborn moments too and I know better than to try to sway him. Yes, Scorpios can be just as stubborn. You don't want to make them angry either or they will sting you. Kenneth is that way too. He's also a Scorpio like his dad.
I have to take Oreo and Patches to the vet for their shots this afternoon. They're a lot easier to take to the vet than the pups, that's for sure. Peanut and Pumpkin go next Monday. After that I need to take the pups to get their nails trimmed and then they start with their shots.
I'm the official "take the pets to the vet" person in the house. I usually schedule them for days when David has off so that he can go with me, especially when we take the dogs. They behave themselves though. Rolli is the funny one. She loves going in the car so much so that she gets all excited about going and willingly jumps in the van and even can't wait to go inside the building when we get there, but once we're inside, she wants to leave. It's like, "Okay, we came, now let's go home." Jake will pace awhile and then lay down. Angel will sniff people coming in the door and even stand at the door and bark at people going by. She'll even let people pet her, something she doesn't let strangers do here at home.
Max is the anxious one, but he'll walk up to people and always get petted and told how sweet he is. He also gets a pill before he goes because of his anxiety. One time it was time to leave and he had been getting petted and talked to by a girl waiting to get her pup because it had surgery. When I said, "Okay Max, it's time to go home," he walked back over to the girl, maybe to say goodbye or get more attention, but then I told him, "No, this way," and out the door he went and waited to be let in the van. On the way home he fell asleep on the back seat, which he always does. I guess he gets anxious because he's afraid that he's going to be dumped again, but when we get back in the van to go home, he clams down because he knows that's not going to happen again. No way would I do that and it really angers me when people do it. I've even taken strays to the shelter because we are at our limit as far as pets, but I wanted them to have a chance at getting a forever home rather than being killed by a car or coyote. Raccoons will also kill cats, especially if they're competing for food.
Anyway, I best get a move on. It's a little after noon, but it also takes 40 minutes to get there, plus I have to get Oreo and Patches into their carriers first, something they both hate. So I will sign off for now.
Have a great day and remember that when things look hopeless and you feel like you have no one to talk to, there is someone who will listen. I know that from personal experience. Till next time, take care.
And later: A little turn of events here. I ended up taking Peanut and Patches to the vet and not Oreo and Patches who decided after hearing David put the carriers together, to hide under our bed, which is impossible to get them out from under since it's a waterbed frame. So, barring anymore unseen circumstances such as what happened today, their turn is next Monday, same time, same place.
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