Posts Tagged ‘Dogs’

Ghost, a quiet dog usually

September 25, 2018 Leave a comment

I promise I will not go on and on about Ghost but I need to write down things as I remember them so I can do a substantial scrapbook.

Ghost was not a noisy dog.  He didn’t bark at every advancing person or every little noise.  Oh yeah, he may have grumbled a bit when people were taking too long to get out of the car and come into the tasting room to pet him.  But when he did bark, there was a reason.  Either something or someone was where he/it didn’t belong or he really DID need to go to the bathroom and he had a bladder as big as Hagg Lake.

But I remember a time when he let us know he was not happy.  One evening I was closing the tasting room and RJ was out on the tractor (rare siting for sure, ha!).  I was ready to leave and I have no idea why I didn’t take Ghost with me but I let him out on the porch of the tasting room and left.  He could not see RJ and he didn’t know he was around.  RJ was mowing the south property and heard a strange noise so he stopped the tractor.  Ghost was on the porch wailing because he thought we had left him.  It was the saddest thing.  RJ called for him and once he saw RJ, he sat down on the porch and waited for RJ to finish his work.  From then on we have been careful to leave Ghost somewhere where he knows we are still around.

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Why It Takes Me 2 Hours to Get Ready in the Morning

March 8, 2011 Leave a comment

I’m departing from my Building a Winery…series because this is just too funny to wait.  This blog is from RJ, not me.  I have been laughing about this for weeks and asked him to put it in words.  Unfortunately, pictures would be X-rated and not necessarily pleasant, but you have to read on to understand that:

When I worked for pay, I could get a shower, brush my teeth, dress and be out the door in 30 to 45 minutes. Now I’m retired and it takes 1 hour and 45 minutes to 2 hours. The difference is when I get up now, I’m escorted to the toilet by the tuxedo cat but on the way I have to stop and turn on the water so she can get a drink, then the black cat joins me to get petted while I’m on the pot. When I’m done the tuxedo cat jumps on the make-up table to be brushed.  Upon completion she then enters my shower for more personal attention; she’s so cute! I complete my 12 minute shower to be joined by the black cat and his mother on the dressing table. (The mom is too old and fat to jump on the table so she sits and cries until I lift her up on the table.)  After I give both of them a good brushing, I go brush my teeth while they get another drink from the faucet. The mom cat now joins me in the bed room while I put on my socks and pants, as I pet her some more. I’m now ready to go to the kitchen, followed by 3 cats. Its cat treats time followed by another faucet turn on for drinks.  While they are drinking, I go say good morning to the dog and take him out for his business. Having been inside all night he has many plants and things to leisurely sniff and smell until he finds the absolutely perfect spot to poo; this could take an unspecified amount of time some mornings. With his business out of the way, it’s time to go back in the house and clean the 4 cat boxes, while the dog sits and begs for a biscuit for each box cleaned.  With that function complete I head to the kitchen to put food in the dog’s dish and make some breakfast that is shared with the dog, including any fruit like bananas. It’s now at least 1 hour and 45 minute since I’ve rolled out of bed and have taken care of MY WIFE’S CAT’S and our dog.  All pets have adopted us; none were shopped for or purchased. They just appeared into our life and my morning routine.

He forgot to mention the frequent cat poo pick-up because one or more cats can’t seem to keep their butt in the cat box.  Oh yes, and there is the occasional cat and/or dog puke.

Our 3 Cats on Their Perches in our Bedroom

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Ghost and a New Toy

March 17, 2010 Leave a comment

It’s not news how much we love having Ghost at the winery, but sometimes he cracks me up. Today, he found a fuzzy, green (had to be green for St. Patty’s Day) bear in the gift shop that he decided had to be his. How cute is that.

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