Lucky, and not so lucky

Friday, April 29, 2011

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that the day before my birthday, John wanted a hair cut. I’d bought new a hair clipper since the one I’d been using since Pop was still with us was on its last battery recharging legs.

This new one has only two “comb” attachments. Neither one is numbered, so I didn’t know which one to try. The big one looked too big—larger than the #2 comb that cuts John’s hair in a burr, which he wants, but doesn’t shave his head.

Ha. Guess what. The smaller comb gives a really close cut…and if you shift the angle of the blades, it ..uhh…pretty much does shave off the hair. Oops.

Update, 4-29-11: I came across the packaging for the clippers this afternoon. Not only did I find the third comb attachment, the largest, that I’d left in the box—thinking it was too big—but when I looked on the package back, I discovered the smallest comb was actually for use in leaving that bad-boy beard stubble look. LOL! No WONDER John’s head looks practically bald (where it isn’t already.)

Be that as it may, today we… I say we but it was mostly me, of course…we had Lucky, the new dog from next door with us today. (Jenny died of cancer a few months ago.) Sandy’s nursing schedule has her on extra long hours for two days, and her husband is due back tomorrow, but meanwhile, Lucky would have been alone for over 14 hours. So Sandy asked if I could maybe bring Lucky over here, or at least feed her before 9 pm.

Of course Lucky got to go for a walk with Baxter and me this morning—she loved that; and got to go again with John in the evening. Meanwhile she peed on the carpet in one room not long after she’d peed all over creation on her walk. Maybe from excitement, maybe because Toot scared it out of her. Certainly Toot smacked her hard later, so Lucky is sort of afraid of her now.

She was all over everywhere, and for a stocky little dog with short legs, she can jump—like from the couch over to John’s chair. I had towels on the cushions, and when she finally wore down, she settled on the chair and napped. She was actually pretty good most of the time, and definitely wanted to be petted and all that.

The problem was later…I took her home about 7:30 so she’d be there when Sandy got home. Well, that dog whined and cried by the fence for about an hour & a half. I saw her sort of chewing at the chain link fence. She wanted to be back here. She didn’t want to be home. Apparently she liked it here, in spite of the “vicious” black cat.

The other two “problems” were Lucky passes wind. Whew! And she also leaves yard bombs randomly in the yard, unlike Baxter who only poops along the back fence line.

She was supposed to come over for the day today (Friday), too, but when Baxter and I started to pick her up for a walk, I saw Greg’s truck in their driveway. He’d gotten home a whole lot sooner than Sandy or I expected. So not knowing if Lucky was in or out (I suspected inside), we just went by ourselves.