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No play Days…Uncool!

What the Geezer does that creates “No play days.” Here he’s at King’s Gate CC speaking to 50 members about WWII

Life is usually fun and games in the Geezer’s, Mrs. G’s…and my house. My human’s like me to hang with them. Normally, I can interest them in a game of tug, fetch, or can solicit an ear scratching session. However, on rare occasions I get stone-walled. The usual welcome disappears and is replaced by a total lack of response. Why is that? I’ve made no bathroom accidents inside. It’s been months since I learned removing items off the coffee table is a no-no. I’ve given up sneaking Mrs. G’s undies from the dirty clothes hamper as an unneeded painful experience. The chair legs are no longer a chewing temptation…they all taste like wood. So, why am I treated like I have leprosy from time to time. It has taken a while, but I think I’ve figured it out.

The Geezer and I normally enjoy our time together. He makes a great mattress.

No play days, that’s what I call them, are days before two things happen. The first is the day before the Geezer is scheduled to to do one of his speaking engagements. The second is when Mrs. G pays bills.

The Geezer spends most of the day before an appearance, starring at his computer screen and talking to it.

Mrs. G’s reaction to bills. They don’t put her in a good mood.

I’ve tried a number of things to offset their human fixations on less important things and refocus on the most important thing in their life. ME! Blocking the stairs to the Geezer’s office doesn’t work. He steps over me. Putting my paws on his arms and body as he sits at the computer makes him cranky. Licking his face isn’t welcome like it usually is. Taking my favorite ball and putting it in his lap gets no attention at all. Mrs. G moves me if I block the way to her desk. Barking only makes her bark back at me. I tried chewing up the bills but that only got a momentary smile followed by a scolding. The only thing that works is laying in places I’m not supposed to be. They play chase for a couple minutes and it’s back to being ignored!

Blocking the stairs won’t work……..

If I get on the bed…they get me off!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Geezer asked if I was posing for the centerfold. What’s that mean?

 

I hate no play days!

PS — If you’d like to hear the Geezer (DL Havlin) speak on historical events or his books, click on DL Havlin in the right hand column. It’s a link to his webpage. Then go to “calendar” (right under the heading) to find where he’ll be in the future. 

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Bell, Book, and Candle?…No Brandi isn’t a witch.

Brandi rings the bell. She’s not driving away witches. She’s ringing her potty bell.

Ring the Bell, close the Book, light the Candle (I hope that’s right) That was a formula for driving away witches in early America. One of the Geezer’s favorite movies is a Jimmy Stewart classic, Bell, Book, and Candle. It’s a great tale, told in a humorous style, about a mortal whose life crosses the path of a family of witches. He falls in love with one. Any mortal man wouldn’t have a problem falling in love with Kim Novak. Believe me, no spell is required. For a few bucks, it’s a great movie to add to your film library. The story holds up well, even in today’s world. It’s only ten times better than most of the manure produced in LA and NYC today. I digress. This is not a movie review.

Brandi is the Geezer’s Golden Retriever puppy, and she’s my little sister. She’s lovable, full of energy, and mule-stubborn. My protegee, is quickly adapting to life in Geezer’s household. She’s intelligent, at times almost too smart. A fast learner, some of Brandi’s new life fits the movie title. I’ll tell you about Brandi’s version of Bell, Book, and Candle.

The Bell…

I have always had a mystic communication link with my humans. They read my needs telepathically. A strong bladder helps. Poor Brandi had issues. How to let Mrs. G and the Geezer know it’s time for a trip downstairs took some brainstorming. Then the Geezer remembered a friend’s method of knowing when his dog’s peeing lamp lighted. Geezer bought a bell, tied it to the door knob, and Walla!…Within a week…Brandi now signals she wants to water flowers by ringing it. 

The Book…

Brandi believes in the theory of universal edibility. We have lots and lots of books around the house. Geezer reads them, he writes them, he collects them. My sister isn’t happy unless she is chewing something and unfortunately, books are readily available. Were available. Most are out of puppy reach. Those that aren’t taste like pepper spray. The books are now returning to the coffee table, etc. Took her three days to lay off books du jour.

The Candle…

When night arrives and the candle goes out, Brandi spends her nights in her crate. She is a puppy and has a way to go in the trust category. Left unattended, unsupervised or unseen…she has a tendency to get in trouble. She hides shoes, chews underwear (particularly Mrs. G’s), stalks the cat, drinks from the forbidden fountain otherwise known as the porcelain bus…things like that. So, she knows two things when the candle goes out. She’s supposed to go nighty-night in her crate. That’s one. Brandi heads to the crate door but remains outside until two happens. A piece of cheese appears inside. She’s training her humans, too.

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