When we drove past this dog on the roof of a house in Yorkton yesterday, the man behind the wheel quickly made a u-turn and said "Get the camera out! Otherwise no one will believe us."
Had a visit with Agnes (my second mom) and Elgin McLelland while we were there, also saw Chrissy L-Bo on a meal break from her cooking job at Zeller's, and two people from Margo.
Came home with four cordless phones (our old one interfered with my iMac; it would wake it from sleep, and turn it on from Off) for the price of two; an ironing board because Everett bent the old one out of shape, not knowing how to put it down (not that I iron more than twice a year but when you have to, you have to); a new clothes brush and one of those sticky-rolly ones with tape on it (they don't work, either, for what I bought them for: the furniture we bought in August came with all this sawdusty stuff stuck in the microfibre and nothing removes it -- not the vacuum cleaner, not a damp cloth, not my fingernails without a lot of time and cursing, nothing -- I am going to have to go over it all with tweezers and what a pain in the ass that will be. Should've taken the furniture out of the boxes it came in, before December; then would have felt all right about returning it. As it is, the vendor shrugged when we told her in January, but she offered no options, solutions or apology; we won't shop there again, I guess, even though it's not her fault it took us four months to inspect our purchase); Louisiana hot sauce from Peavey Mart; new doorknobs for the office, bathroom and bedroom doors; $42 worth of organic apples, oranges and tomatoes from Superstore, since our local Co-op doesn't get organics in regularly (we aren't fans of big box stores and prefer to help keep our local businesses in business, but sometimes they just won't let us! Though the Co-op has now got a line of organic products in, so good for them -- they're trying); and a "thing" to hang the garden hose on.
We hate shopping. It's a dirty job. But you know: somebody's gotta do it.
I have a love-hate thing going when it comes to shopping. Mostly, I hate grocery shopping. We have few choices and I end up going to Wal-Mart and suffering through the whole experience. Now thrifting has become my calling, I think. I don't poke around too much, but somehow I'm drawn like a magnet to a treasure every time I hit a thrift store.
ReplyDeleteLove that picture. Nope, you don't see that every day.
And....Your story of the sympathetic horse is amazing. Animals are so sensitive -- it makes my blood boil to think about what must have happened to that coon hound to make her cower whenever a male went by. Poor honey.
So the dog spends so much time up there they put up a fence??? What up with that. Guess I'm a different breed. Ain't nothing can't be cured by shopping!
ReplyDeletethat was a marathon shopping event! I'm good for those, but can't think of a circumstance where I'd come home with 42 lbs of apples.
ReplyDeleteIf the photo of the dog on the roof was taken on Gladstone, just a few blocks off of Broadway--then it's Rob's Uncle's house!!!! I haven't been there for awhile. He used to have a few dogs that had access to the roof from the backyard. I see he's replaced the fence since I was there last time!!! = )
ReplyDeleteSmall world.
Kate
Yep, that's the one, Kate. We thought it was a rather ingenious way to give your city dogs a bigger area to roam, and what a view!
ReplyDeleteThis picture brought back a memory of mine. Our old cat, April went through a phase one winter of sitting up on our roof. You would be driving down our road, come over the hill and there she'd be, like a furry weather vane sitting right at the peak.
ReplyDeleteIt wasn't until spring and the snow melted that we realized our roof was covered in cat poop!
I wish we'd taken pictures.
Maggie
Also - have you tried a clothes shaver for the sawdust?
ReplyDeleteI don't know if it would work but it might help...
or a duct tape ball to make it stick?
That must be very annoying.
It is driving me FUCKING NUTS.
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