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We still have the same number of animals that we have had for many years, it just seems that all of a sudden, it seems like more! One recent Sunday, I was home alone and I decided to make a cake and divide it into two so I could fulfill my promise to give one to the two wonderful physical therapists that I see at Back to Action in Waitsfield.
Well, I made the cake, made a wonderful chocolate glaze to ice it with and I thought that all was well. As it turned out, I think that I might have overdone the chocolate glaze but, what the heck, can you ever really have too much chocolate? So, I decided that it would be alright and Malcolm said he loved his cake, and that it definitely wasn’t too chocolaty! Then I put the one for the P.T. office on the dining room table and covered it with a piece of aluminum foil. Done!
When I went to check on it so I could take it down to their offices, right in the middle of the foil was a big, deep cat paw print. When I took the foil off, my lovely cake not only had a crater in it, a big glob of icing was stuck to the foil. For a moment I thought that I should probably forget the whole thing and just either throw the cake away or give it to Malcolm. But a wiser head prevailed… and I took it into the kitchen and cut and pasted a lot of the cake that I had given to Malc and added yet a little more of the glaze to smooth over the top. Victor, who I knew was the one who stepped in it, of course, arrived and watched the entire process and insisted on tasting the glaze in the pot. At least, he didn’t insist on tasting it after it was applied to the damage he had made on the cake! I covered the repaired cake with plastic wrap this time and rushed it downtown and left it at the P.T. office. If they like it, I will feel that I did the right thing to repair it, and if they don’t, I can always blame it on Victor!
Lily is her wonderful self and has been remarkably kind and good with the new boy poodle. He loves her and tries to include her in every aspect of his life. He doesn’t seem to realize that she is small, old and a little chubby. He is huge and won’t be a year old until February 23rd! Rufus does have a BFF (best friend forever) who lives next door and here is how every single day goes.. Baler (the BFF) shows up and stands at our door and barks. Once Rufus hears this greeting, he also barks and dances on his tippy toes until someone opens the door to let him out. And then they play and play and play. Finally, Baler gets tired and just goes home. Rufus then comes to the door, which has been left on the latch rather than closed tightly, and he pushes his way in and collapses on his bed. And he takes a little nap until Baler comes back! This goes on two, three or even four times a day. One day Baler did come in with Rufie and I caught him in my laundry room preparing to lift his leg. I may be old and can’t see very well, but I could see that and managed to get him to go outside before we had an accident. Baler is older than Rufus, how much I don’t know, but he is very sweet, is a chocolate Labrador and is a wonderful playmate and friend to Rufus. That Lily hates him makes no difference to either of the boys!
And I am sure you are wondering what the cats think about the new young boy and of course, his BFF. Well, believe it or not, they love Rufus. James especially loves him and Victor is Victor and tolerates him when he feels like it! Yul I am not so sure about. But we actually live in a peaceable kingdom and everyone gets along. And Rufus loves everybody, especially Sebastian and all my grandchildren and visitors who are little. Although he has turned out to be a lot bigger than we anticipated, he doesn’t know he is big and that makes him very easy to live with. Oh, and Malcolm told me yesterday that we are actually going to have a birthday party for him. That party will include Baler, Eddie (white lab who lives with Polly and Russ), Clover (Tobi and Heidi’s Old English Bull Terrier) and hopefully, Lucy (Sarah and Rene’s 9-month-old great Dane puppy)! Doesn’t that sound like fun? And wouldn’t you like to come? But never fear, I will tell you all about it if you can’t make it.
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