Yeah..she says stuff like that sometimes, Hannah knows : Mum says weird stuff sometimes.
Mum and I have been having some long overdue us time, which we call "loveytime" today
while Gromit and Clifford played big hound little hound on the dog ottoman
and the furniture that once had a "no dogs allowed" rule.
It's nice, I haven't seen Mum in a while...., ...I don't know exactly how long a while it was, it's been a little crazy around here lately.
One day we were eating peas in the garden...
|24 July 2011|
The whole human had family left us home alone, safe in our kennels, one afternoon - carrying nothing, as if going out for dinner..., then *poof* Tim was here,
and was here...,
and was here... .
Then.. magically one evening they all returned *poof* through the front door - the whole family, back
carrying suitcases and souvenirs from Australia. (Australia is the place Daddy!s come from.)
All I understood was I missed them, we all did. When they came through our front door that evening we pounced on them with tongues and tails. It was mayhem. Clifford even piddled a little (a lot) in the front porch.
(Dad spent the whole next day sprinkling the white powder nobody's allowed to walk on, plus the babygate went up - and we all know when the babygate goes up dogs are not allowed [and also, it scary when it falls]..., well, Gromit and I know this rule. Clifford doesn't quite get it yet but, I don't think we ever will [but that's okay because he's so cute].)Anyway, so there we all are: so happy to see Mum and Daddy! and Hannah again, the whole family together again.
The next day was beautiful..., Mum slept like a Gromit until after noon, Daddy! played with us on our big bed with the sunbeam (and was only firm when one ever of us happened to land on Mum's unconscious body in a playful fit of delight). (It didn't seem to wake her anyway...) Dad eventually left to catch up at The Coffee Shop. I go there too sometimes; Kerr gives me water *big beautiful Golden Retriever grin*
When Mum did wake up it was back to our usual routine (when it's just Mum and us): wake up, visit the backyard, have some water and kibbles while Mum makes coffee, then go to the front balcony with the newspaper to catch the sunbeams and morning breeze floating up the street from the big Lake. We often have loveytime there.
We all like loveytime and really don't mind when Mum says silly words like that. Hannah thinks it's embarrassing (but kind of funny?), so long as Mum never does it in front of one of her friends. Despite Hannah's eye-rolls (which are apparently normal for a thirteen year old girl to do in reaction to her mother) she does it in front on Uncle Neil and Auntie Therese, but they do it to us too - even though they're allergic to us (they wash their hands often when they visit).
The day just got better and better: Mum opened all the doors allowing us on both front and back balconies (one for sun and heat, the other for shade and a cool breeze ...mmmm, that breeze... which I so love feeling through my long, beautifully golden blonde fluff.)
Daddy! came home with flowers and laundry soap (because, for once, they were the stinky ones). The flowers: Gladioli - which both Mum and I adore - we talked about it once. Daddy came and went with food and bottles of bubbly (including cucumbers - of which Mum shared with us later that afternoon).
Then the next part of "better and better": who walks through the front door? Auntie M and Uncle Ken, Rachel, and Nathan - that's who! ...Who all happen to love dogs and have a Best-friend at home themnselves, our cousin Aggie. (I've never met Aggie. She lives too far away to play.)
The dog attention was never ending - there were more dog adoring humans than we three dogs could manage. Ear scratching hands and toes to lick everywhere. I love it when they visit.
Heh heh, Clifford, heh heh heh...he bears the brunt of the extra smaller humans. For once he actually realized he is not, in fact, the ruler of the universe. Rachel is (in his world anyway.)It was a great night, but deep down Mum and I knew she wasn't well (I always know)..and by the next sunrise it was me and Mum lying in bed together, and it hurt her to get up. The weird thing was, Clifford was there too - and not because he was spying, or trying to be the center of attention or anything - he actually cared and it showed. Both Mum and I were surprised about this. Mum says she always knew he had it in him
(I had[ve] my doubts). Clifford rarely seems to think about anyone before himself, but that day he was really was worried about Mum, even getting those little thinking wrinkles miniature Dachshunds get on their cute little heads.
Mum was sore that day, she gets like that sometimes, nobody really knows why. I always take care of her (that's one of the reasons she wanted me, me of all dogs). Golden Retrievers are made of love, she says; and I am, and I'm good at what I do. (Goldens are known to be great sharers of love and companionship.) I am a great sharer.
That day, I have to admit, *blush* I was a little torn....the kids, Auntie M (who knows how to talk to a Retriever like me, [once having a Best-friend Retriever herself - a legendary one, a black one, still very, very missed]. She's great to sit by, and so is Uncle Ken - who said I have the cleanest Retriever teeth he's ever seen and makes me feel pretty. I really like them and it's fun (and crazy) when we're all together...but, ...my love was there for Mum that day, so whenever the door opened to her I was there.Mum's acupuncturist came over that day - a Doctor of Traditional Chinese Medicine - and I know about China because one day Hannah left - like normal, carrying nothing....,
and the house was uncomfortably quiet for a while.
Then miraculously again, one evening she returned carrying a suitcase and souvenirs from China.
Again there was a great reunion at the door with tongues and tails.
In my language capacity of 250 (or so) human words, some of mine are about China (I don't know which ones). So, I tried to help by jumping on the bed to help with the acupuncture..., but Dad ("Dad" when he's seems in a serious mood) kept me off the bed. There was enough of me (i.e. my fluff) on the bed though for the DTCM to leave with a significant amount of Claire hairs all over her black clothes to share a little of my Golden love for some time to come. She was nice, just like Mum said, and gentle, just like I tried to be when I put her entire arm in my mouth. It was just my saying hi, and thanks, ...but Dad disapproved.
I went back to Mum, who had moved into a better position (for me to have more space in the sunbeam), and we lay together, and snoozed.
Um, and yeah.. Clifford was there too..still showing concern for someone other than himself. ????
I did my rounds with the whole family to give them updates on Mum, and so that I could have some funny stories to bring back and tell her while she dozed...but then, Mum and Dad talked and Dad got that look on his face like he does when Gromit swallows rocks and he has to bring him to The Vet. And they left, Dad carrying Mum like a floppy Basset Hound who just swallowed five rocks.
She was gone for a while, and I know time passed because I am sometimes able to count suns and moons, and when they pass. I stare out the window A LOT.
It's been so upside down around here. First with the family leaving and Tim arriving. Tim here, them gone, sun moon, sun, moon. Then they all come back, (and Tim leaves with all his socks), then more family arrive, then Mum left, Dad came and went, Nana came and went (though, she always does) (I'm not allowed to jump on her). There were as many children as dogs, aunts and uncles, but no Mum, then Dad had to go back to work, then everyone left... and it was just Nana and Hannah, dog-sitting.
Then Mum came home, and was entrusted in my care.
Nana has left, Hannah has gone to her teenage den in the attic, (where Mum and Daddy! say elephants roam)..... and now it's just me and Mum again (and a couple of hounds).
It's like "normal" again - Mum was on the phone with Daddy! last night, and yesterday through the big front window I watched Hannah come and go with Erica (the girl I like to pounce on, and who joins us for taco night: the night when lots of lettuce falls to the floor).
Today we all wait for Daddy! to come home, Mum and I talk about gardening, and the hounds play big hound little hound. Sometimes Mum and I even sing along with the music - something we never do when Daddy!'s around (tee hee). I personally enjoy Ella Fitzgerald (two more of my 250 [or so] human word vocabulary) because her music reminds me of driving around in the car with Mum in the springtime when I was a puppy.
Those were the days, (DBH) Days Before Hounds, when Daddy! came and went from work the way he always has, and in-between it was all about Girl Time. Even Hannah and Erica were in on singing along with some of our music, and Mum could play it in the car with only occasional eye-rolls.
Sometimes Mum and I talk about those days when we have our loveytime. We talk about the early days of loveytime, when Mum would cuddle me (I was actually small enough to fit in her lap!) and thank the universe for bringing us together. That's when the paw rubbing started, and singing My Girl softly in my soft ears. That was when she started calling me her brown eyed girl and my "eyes" became another silly word: "loveballs."
|Claire's knowing loveballs|
Each of us dogs have different breeds of loveytime with Mum, each with their own silly words. She calls Gromit "Boober" and talks using a funny voice about his cute wobbly body and waggily tail; and, predictably, when she does that he wags his waggily tail and looks up at her with his "love eyes." Mum says that Bassets share as much love as Goldens, just in a different way. She said their hearts are as over-sized as their ears and front paws, which is why their chests are so big. They share love, as I do, by just being there..., but, while through my loveballs I see, feel, and understand - Gromit's love eyes are clouded with swirling rainbows and jellybeans like a screensaver over my dog blog.The loveytime Mum and I have shared today has been good. So overdue, so healing - for both of us.
Clifford is still coming to understand what quality loveytime is. He still sort of thinks that demanding it by rolling around on Mum and Daddy!'s faces in the sunbeam bed is how it's done. sigh. I think maybe this recent concern for Mum might have unlocked something in his wee head to the idea of quality vs. quantity. Not that this will stop him from hogging Daddy!'s lap, or curling up on Mum's toes while she stands at the kitchen counter (trying to) prepare meals, or cutting in line when cucumber is being given out. He's just a little obsessive about sharing. He is cute though, ...definitely cute.
Me beside her and under her feet, her calling me a big ball of lovey love fluff while she helps me dog blog. She sang My Girl twice, once in each ear.
She showed me (and touched my nose to) Daddy!'s business card and told me he'd be home on Tuesday. I don't know much about Tuesdays, other than that they are the day that Daddy! often leaves for work, but are also (in my puppy days regularly) the day he comes home. I know that Tuesday is one moon from today.
She showed me pictures of Daddy! and Hannah on top of the Sydney Harbour Bridge,
She's been rubbing my paws, and I've been moving my loveballs around my oh so adorable way. She says I'm being most feminine, dainty, and agrees that I have the cleanest, prettiest Golden smile she knows. These are the days to remember, the ones we'll talk about during loveytime years from now.
|Claire getting her paws rubbed by Daddy! earlier this summer|
and being cute with her loveballs
from our playlist:
Ella Fitzgerald, Mack the Knife
Regina Spektor, Laughing With
Fleetwood Mac, Songbird