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Oct 22, 2016 3:37 PM CST
Name: Arlene
Grantville, GA
Everyone's favorite Sunshine

Dec 2014 Sharon wrote:

Sunshine is a good dog, but we all know she was a puppy stray when she was found and brought to the shelter. And she had been a stray hanging around in the same area for several months when the people brought her in, so no training. And when I first got her, she wouldn't even come inside, not house broken, and was very hesitant about everything. But she learned quickly and since she has been with me almost 24/7 for nearly 2 years, she is just very responsive to what I need or what I want. And I talk to her a lot, repeat things often so she doesn't forget. She is just a smart dog and is very attuned to me. I'm glad she's the way she is, but it's more playing than helping me. Today it was a game with the green stuff. She probably wanted me to grab it away from her and throw it, and when I didn't do that, she just kept piling it up and then taking it down.

She knows my moods and when I'm upset or near tears, she comes a little closer and lays her head on my knee, so it's all just her response to me because we've been constantly together. That's all. I truly am very thankful for the way she is, but it was heartbreaking when I heard that wail when Jazz died. It was terribly close to a human reaction and caught me unaware coming as it did from a dog.
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I know this is from the wedding, but we don't see as many photos of Daisy and she bonded with Lacey
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Oct 25, 2016 11:50 AM CST
Name: Vicki
North Carolina
One early foggy morning last August with Cupcake. Yeah, I have Eyeore pajamas.....

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Oct 25, 2016 2:09 PM CST
Name: Vicki
North Carolina
Here are Jazz and Daisy watching the leaves fall from the cottonwood tree.

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Daisy has found a new place to sleep.

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Daisy has changed places...

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..thought you might enjoy this, Daisy inside, baby frog outside....and Daisy's very strange reflection in between.

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Jazz is already sleeping...always right at my feet with his arms crossed.


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Oct 26, 2016 6:02 AM CST
Name: Arlene
Grantville, GA
If I say 'don't scratch your harness' she keeps on scratching, but if I say 'don't scratch your shirt,' she'll move her scratching foot down so that it isn't touching. The harness/shirt is made of layers of mesh, like some sports clothing, very strong, but a type of fabric. If she scratches it much it gets ragged. I had to patch her old pink one before I learned the magic words.
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Oct 26, 2016 6:28 AM CST
Name: Arlene
Grantville, GA
And while I had my camera on and while they weren't watching, the Peaceable Kingdom, Diva Dog grooming Daisy
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Oct 26, 2016 7:03 AM CST
Name: Arlene
Grantville, GA
And for anyone who missed the story about when Sunshine ran away, here it is:

Vic, I forget who I've told and who I haven't. But here's the story again. Just skip over if you already know.

The winds were fierce from the north yesterday. The front of my house faces North. They blew my front door open and when it opened it slammed against the wall, knocked books from shelves, pictures, whatever. The horrible noise jarred the house and scared me as well as Sunshine, she looked at that door just as I was trying to get it closed and took outta here running right into the sub zero winds and h3LLish weather. And I took off running too after her.

She was well up the street and still running. I ran back in to get my coat and phone and called Ashley to post it to FB because I know everybody in town and tons of them are on FB. And I was outta here , calling her name, looking ,searching, and alerting my neighbors.

I would see her occasionally but when she saw me, she'd leap into the air, turn around and run the other way, but always -- I noticed -- staying in view of her house. Behind the house, on the street up on the hill, constantly sniffing the wind and the ground, then she'd disappear for a little while and reappear in the neighbor's yard across the street in front. This went on for more than an hour, and still I'd see her occasionally.

The neighbors I noticed were all in their windows, peeping out, watching for her and I was in and out of their side yards, their back yards, all around their houses, so was Sunshine but well ahead of me. Finally I just went back to my house and stood near the front door. I'd see her in various places looking back at me. I began to think she was afraid of me, and I couldn't figure it out. Finally she appeared in the side yard of my across the street neighbors. Roger was watching out his window and when she was very near my driveway but on his side of the street, he stepped out of the door and walked toward her. He called her name and I was scared that she'd run from him. But she loves him, he has Jasper the terrier and so Sunshine loves them all across the street.

When he called her name she ran to him and he held his hand down for her to sniff. Still holding my breath thinking he should grab her then, but no. He talked softly to her and took a step across the street, she stayed right by him. He walked her to my drive way and started walking toward me. She stopped and he stopped and talked with her again, petting her head and neck, close to her harness. He took another step up the driveway and so did she, his hand on the back of her head, slowly.

I was still as a frozen statue near the door then I took a slow step or two toward them. She stopped again and my heart dropped, I thought she was afraid of me and it hurt. But then Roger slipped two fingers into her halter and continued to walk toward me and I toward them. I got the leash on her but she tugged away and Roger kept talking to her . . . really low but he was saying home and treat and cold . . .all words she knows. We got to the door, the one that had slammed and she looked up at it and very nearly charged loose from both of us. She was not going through that loud door ever again. I thought about my other front door, but knew I shouldn't go back inside to unlock the other one, but then Roger said to her something like 'come on, Sunshine, I'll go with you.'

And so we got her back inside and I could have kissed that man and baked him cookies I was so relieved. An hour had passed, maybe more. She was shivering and trembling but when we got into the kitchen she drank the entire contents of her water bowl and slept for 5 straight hours on her pillow on my bed.

End of story. As far as I can read into this . . .she was frightened by that noise, and so was I. She knows the sound of the door as it opens and she always comes running to check to see who's coming in or going out. But that door . . . the one she had used a million times suddenly became her worst enemy. It was a nightmare.

Prozac, Valium, something for both of us. Maybe a bottle of bourbon. I don't want to ever go through that again. The temp was 12 or 15 at the time and the north wind was at 20-25 mph, colder than heck and there we were.

And here I am telling about it. No injuries and no after effects so no real problems. I just don't want to do that ever again. Afterward 3 of my adult former students came driving up checking to see if she was fine and if I was OK. They had been driving around looking for her. Best neighbors and friends ever all around me.
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Oct 26, 2016 7:11 AM CST
Name: Arlene
Grantville, GA
Another Sunshine story:

When Sunshine was little-- and I can truly say that because she didn't stay little very long and I know the exact timeframe of her 'littleness' -- she wasn't sure what she could do nor what she couldn't do because some rules hadn't been set yet. There were shoe rules, hat rules, paws off the table rules, book rules and a few others but you get the picture. Sofa rules, chair rules, sock rules, digging up the carpet rules, just little things. Pillows. My toothbrush. My glasses. Little things.

Anyway, I thought we'd covered everything and she learned very very quickly. Then one night all was quiet, and one of her favorite 'look out' spots for keeping bad monsters away was through the window in the living room. I rarely use the living room and though it's just a section on the front side of this wide open floor plan, I didn't have lamps turned on in the living room. But I had seen her en garde in her favorite look out spot.

Quiet, very very quiet, I thought, and I hadn't much more than thought it, than I heard this really loud YIP. Strange really because it took her months to ever bark. Happiest dog ever so she had no reason to bark about anything. So what was that strange loud yip all about? By the time I jumped up she was in the far end of the hallway and would have gone farther but the doors were closed into all the back rooms. She was in the corner of the hall that angled left to my bedroom. Hiding. Quivering. So I got down beside her and held her and petted her and sang what a great doggie she was and she just kept on shivering. I checked each paw, thinking she might have stepped on a pin since I am forever sewing and dropping little pins on the floor, but nothing was wrong with her paws. Still quivering. I checked her all over, nothing at all. And I kept right on singing just like I always do when I try to calm her down. Just as I did last week after her Great Escape episode.

She wouldn't leave the corner, scared silly of something, still quivering. So I got up to come back into the living room to see if I could find whatever it was. I was even ready to rush outside to kill whatever had scared that little baby dog . . . Well compared to the 95 pounds she eventually reached, she was a little baby dog at 40 pounds. So I started by turning on the first lamp I came to, couldn't find anything, moved to the next light and again, nothing. Moved to the lamp that sits beside the chair and window where she likes to sit when she's watching for monsters. I turned the light on and nothing happened. Light bulb, I thought, but then I glanced down to make sure it was plugged in. Oh Sheeshhhhh. She had chewed that cord all the way through, part of it was hanging down, part was on the floor still plugged in. I unplugged that part. Then I ran down the hall to check her mouth.

Nothing, and at that point luckily she was never into biting me, so easy enough to check ears, mouth, paws, anything. So I got her to open her mouth and I checked, back, front, even picked up her tongue and that was no easy thing to do but she was so gentle with me even from the beginning, she didn't object to any of it. But there was nothing that I could see, no red area, no blister, and when I ran my finger around her gums and roof and even beneath her tongue, she never flinched. I think you probably can't believe something like that unless you saw it, but she's that easy with me. So I got her a treat and lured her out of the corner but she woudn't go back into the living room, not for the longest time.

I left the lamp on the table with the chopped cord hanging from it, and it's still there. It really isn't noticeable but Sunshine knows it's there. She doesn't go near the table even now, but she walks behind the chair to look out that window. Lesson learned and she's never chewed an electrical cord ever again. She and I have learned a lot by trial and error and that was one of those lessons learned.
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Oct 26, 2016 4:29 PM CST
Name: Vicki
North Carolina
Jazz and Daisy

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Oct 26, 2016 4:37 PM CST
Name: Arlene
Grantville, GA
Best indoor Frisbee game ever!!!

Toast one of the round 'Eggos'.
Let it cool.
Accidentally let it slip out of your hand.
Watch the Diva Dog grab it in mid air.
Watch the Diva Dog run with it in her mouth.
Watch the Diva Dog turn when she's 20 feet away from you.
Watch the Diva Dog sling that Eggo right back at you.
Sling Eggo Frisbee back to Diva.
WIpe the DIva slobber from the Eggo off your hand.
Watch Diva sling half of the Frisbee Ego.
Watch Diva chomp the half that stayed in her mouth and didn't sling.
Toss the half Eggo Frisbee back to Diva Dog.
Watch her chomp the rest of it.

I've laughed till my sides hurt but I think she thought it was a Frisbee and until it tore and left half in her mouth, she didn't realize it was something to eat. Once she took that first bite, though, the rest of the Eggo Frisbee was history. Yum. Midnight Snack. I'm just thankful I didn't drop it when it had syrup on it. Can you just imagine the sticky mess.

Gotta love her.
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Oct 26, 2016 6:30 PM CST
Name: Arlene
Grantville, GA
You'd think Sunshine and Oliver would be perfect as well since Sunshine had been a stray for all her life and since Oliver was older when he came to Larry. This is how desensitized Sunshine was when I first saw her -Thumb of 2016-10-27/ArleneB/947185
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If you remember she was afraid of everything, jumped when she saw a kitten in the office of the shelter, crawled on her belly to me. This was the first day I saw her in those pictures above, and then she was taken to the vet from the shelter to be spayed, so I didn't pick her up from the shelter for a few more days. I'd paid to have her spayed but the vote was still out on whether or not I would bring her home. This next picture was when I decided to take her for sure and led her out to the front office, she was still very hesitant, but seemed to keep clinging to me or leaning against me even with Ashley there as well as the girls in the office.
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Yes, here's that scared little girl crawling to me down the hallway of the shelter.
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So from that picture till this one was about 5 minutes, and this is the first time I ever saw her laugh, when we got into the car. Ashley drove and I sat in the back with Sunshine, though she stayed in the floor, refused to get up in the seat. She hasn't quit laughing.
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In spite of her aggression toward strange dogs, she likes Jasper across the street, Jasper is a schnauzer and fidgety, never still, but they do a little play dance when they meet. And Maggie, Sam's old westie, same thing with her except Maggie is old and fragile and Sunshine is too rough with her now that she's so big. Excited rough, not aggressive. Anyway, when I think about it, I really don't mind her territorial attitude actually except when it catches me off guard, then I get jerked and yanked. I live alone and I could easily be overcome by animal or man though I could probably put up a decent fight - Ha. So maybe it's best for me that she doesn't make friends with every stranger who stops by. Maybe I need her to be this way because she does get between me and who ever comes to the door every time. And maybe it's just part of her sensitivity to protect me, after all she is really all I have by way of 'protective services.' Ya know? I think maybe she might know that.

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Oct 26, 2016 8:01 PM CST
Name: Arlene
Grantville, GA
Sunshine aka Diva Dog aka Guardian Angel now has a new purpose in life. She will now be known as the Cat Herder.

For a year now JazzCat has moved into my bedroom and for awhile the gate to that room remained closed, not to keep Jazz in but to keep Sunshine out, except at night when I'm sleeping. During sleep Jazz remained in the large closet and Sunshine remained at the foot of my bed.

Over time, Jazz got a little braver and Sunshine became a bit less aggressive - though she never had attempted to hurt the cat, only to tease her.

It's been a long time since I bothered to close the gate. Sunshine usually stays wherever I am and since I'm rarely in the bedroom for much more than sleeping or dressing, it hasn't been a problem. Jazz lives in the bedroom and Sunshine lives wherever I am.

Till this week. Jazz must have restored his lion- mightier- than- thou gene and ventured out and about into the rest of the house that had not been seen by him in more than a year. Sunshine watched. Daisy watched. Little by little Jazz started exploring old corners and Daisy. Now Jazz and Daisy have never been real friends. Jazz by nature is the typical dominant male while the same time Daisy is and will always be meaner than a snake when she feels the necessity to make her true feelings known.

Jazz went to Daisy's food bowl. Daisy walked over to it and Jazz pushed her aside. Daisy slapped Jazz across the nose, Jazz hissed and Sunshine jumped into action. She herded Jazz away from that food bowl, herded him through the den and herded him down the hall, Jazz screeching, Daisy snickering into her paw, and Sunshine bouncing from one corner into the next yipping as she went. Sounded like the run of the bulls through that hall.

And not only did Sunshine herd Jazz back into the bedroom -- no, she did not stop there, she herded Jazz back into the closet and tried with all her doggy intelligence to get that door closed and locked. She couldn't because i had it blocked, open for only a few inches, so Jazz could go in and out in peace.

It was the funniest scene, almost one of those Tom and Jerry cartoon scenes, but Jazz in all his self appointed glory will lose every time. No longer is he 'Lion, hear me roar'.

The gate to the bedroom stays open now. The most ironic thing occurs at night, Sunshine sleeps at the foot of my bed, Jazz sleeps in the far corner of the same foot of the same bed, I sleep somewhere nearer the head of it and my feet don't even reach where they are. Inside the bedroom, there is no cat herding, things are calm and peaceful.

But heaven help anyone who happens to be in the hallway when Jazz is out of that bedroom. Like a herd of horses, Sunshine will herd that cat right back to the bedroom, nipping at his tail and at his heels, then lying down across the doorway, daring Jazz to come out again. Lest you worry about Jazz, there are several high spots where he can rest away from the reach of the Cat Herder, so the bedroom is quite luxurious to him. So he sits atop the highest perch with tail swinging and claws ready on the one paw that he leaves dangling down.

Jazz the cat herder, it happens every time.

I can take the gate down at any time now, it serves no purpose, but I've noticed that to Sunshine, that's Jazz's boundary line and he better not step across it.
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Oct 26, 2016 8:56 PM CST
Name: Arlene
Grantville, GA
And the Diva Dog guarding the half of a yeast roll I gave her 3 days ago. It goes wherever she goes, she won't eat it but she guards it and if anyone gets near, she takes it away and hides it again. Must be a leftover survival thing from her starving days as a stray, Sorta touches my heart knowing that she went through that rough time. And yes. She's on the back of the sofa. And yes, the roll is on the cushioned seat.
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Oct 26, 2016 9:57 PM CST
Name: Arlene
Grantville, GA
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Here's her last night's story that I posted on another thread but you all might get a kick out of it as well:
I have a watch dog. I mean truly a watch dog. If anything is slightly different in this house, she gets completely unsettled. I have blinds in my bedroom because there is a long tall window and it's easily accessible from outside except the outgrowth of the stump of the old magnolia is slightly covering it. The other window is not as tall and it's on the end wall, not the front. Now this neighborhood is very safe, we've had nothing wacky going on in the 40 years I"ve lived here, so I've never worried about that window. Yesterday I cleaned windows in my bedroom and Sunshine watched me.

Last night, it had to be well after midnight, I was almost asleep and so were the cats and Sunshine, I thought. Suddenly I heard this long low growl. Sunshine doesn't want Jazz to wander around in the bedroom when I've gone to bed, and remember Jazz won't leave the bedroom but doesn't mind that the dog sleeps on the foot of my bed. So there's mostly peace unless Jazz gets goofy and starts teasing SS. So I thought the long low growl was a warning from Sunshine to Jazz. I went back to sleep and then heard it again. A very long low growl that didn't stop. I sat up and clicked the light on. Sunshine was in the middle of the floor eye-ing that window, standing stiff, tail tucked under, ears slightly back, and she was snarling.

Scared me so I turned the light off, got in the floor with SS and she was quivering. But I saw nothing moving outside, though the blinds were closed I could still see the window. This went on for what seemed forever with her low growls and her shivers and Jazz was somewhere under the bed or in the closet so I knew it wasn't him.

I was thinking I would need to call somebody to check around outside- the city police are very good to do that remember --recently they called to tell me the light was on in my car, I think I told you -- but outta the blue I remembered something.

I used to leave about 6 inches at the bottom of the window blind free. In other words if SS wanted to sit on the floor and peek outside, the blinds wouldn't be in her way and I wouldn't be wakened by her moving them. It occurred to me that I didn't raise the blinds those extra 6 inches when I finished cleaning the window. That's what was different.

But by then I was shivering too. What if I was wrong and what if a monster was outside waiting to pounce even though the blinds were closed, would the monster notice if I raised the blinds a little bit. Took me forever to get enough nerve to slither over and pull the raise up thingy to clear that 6 inches at the bottom of the window, but I did it then streaked like lightning back to my bed.

Sunshine very calmly walked over, sat down, and with her nose to the window and not a word out of her, finally I went to sleep. I don't dare ever to move the furniture. She would bark at it until it was moved back. On the other hand it's good to know she's that alert, but to growl at the window blind for an hour or two in the middle of the night was a bit nerve wracking.
The End.
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Oct 26, 2016 10:14 PM CST
Name: Arlene
Grantville, GA
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Sunshine has a bed that Ashley got for her, it's a pillow type thing and very cheap because when she first came here to live if you remember she was shredding everything, her blankets, pillows whatever she could get her teeth into. So Ashley decided to get the cheap pillow thing. Large, because Diva dog is on the large end of the scale. So she has a pillow bed but she's opened every corner and one place in the middle so she could get the stuffing out. So I started sewing up the holes and the corners and stuffing the stuffing back inside and finally added a double layered throw over the pillow. So now she wrestles with the throw, wears it, drags it, I never know where it will be when I get up in the morning. And even with the blanket she still digs the stuffing out of the pillow.

So this week she added a new trick. The blanket is always folded in half then placed across her bed. Sometimes it stays that way all night long, but last week I noticed she was digging around in it, but just digging was OK as long as she wasn't unstuffing the pillow or tearing the throw. She even started rooting around between the folds and beneath it.

I also noticed that she had started collecting her treats in a pile, like a hoarder, and the pile was right beside her toy box. Eventually the pile would disappear and I thought she must have eaten them all at once since they had accumulated during the day.

This morning her bed was a real mess. So I took the blanket off and tossed it aside and realized I was going to have to sew her pillow again. I picked it up and stuffed the stuffing back inside and started to take it to the sewing machine. She had a jumping squeaking fit. I stopped in my tracks and just looked at her, she came over to me and grabbed one corner of that pillow and started tugging. So I let her have it. She began to unstuff the stuffing again until she pulled out a treat, then another, and yet another out of that pillow. Ah ha!! I thought to myself. She's stored her treats inside the pillow. So I picked up the blanket that is used over the pillow and started to refold it.

Here she came with her jumping squeaking fit again and I looked down as I was folding the blanket and out of it must have fallen 8 or 10 treats. She has been burying treats in her bed and blanket. I wonder if she thinks she'll need them later just in case I ever run out of treats. There were cheerios and little jerky pieces, as well as little biscuit thingies and bits of dried cheese.

I must have picked up 15 or more treats from her bed and blanket. I guess she was watching the weather and just in case of a terrible storm, she was saving all those treats.

If you remember, when I first got her and was walking her on her leash and she potty'ed I'd give her a treat and more times than not, she'd bury it somewhere in the yard, beneath a shrub or in the daylily patch. I never realized she was still on that burying kick. Must be because she had to hunt for food all those early months, so she's being prepared in case it ever happens again.

This much I know now that I've had her almost a year, when she needs to go outside, she comes to wherever I am and with not a word, she puts her paws on my leg and cocks her head to the left side and gives me a slanted look. That means Potty Now. But when she just wants a hug, she comes over and lays her head down on my leg or over my arm or whatever is handy. When I do something that she doesn't like she dances around me, sort of bouncing up and down on her hind legs and does a squeaky thing.

I'm learning, I really am.
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Oct 26, 2016 10:18 PM CST
Name: Arlene
Grantville, GA
This was my blue day -- blue skies, blue shadows and even the dark green southern magnolia took on a dark blue look. Almost a blue dog too.

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Sunshine hates mud but loves the snow. Swear the minute she hits the deck she leaps and does the rocking thing, landing on her front feet with her back end in the air then on her back feet down and front feet up and I wish I could have gotten a picture of that rocking and rolling thing she does, but I wasn't fast enough. And I know very well she deliberately ran around the birdhouse trellis thing a dozen times just so I'd have to go untangle her. I still have to keep her on her cable she gets too excited otherwise and she'd run a mile, laughing all the way. I'm afraid I'd never catch her.

I know very well she'd come right back home because she took off in the middle of the night during that last snow, when my back was screaming. She got to the top of the hill and decided nobody else was awake to play so she came back to me. Occasionally I think I have her on the cable but don't really look and off she goes. She never goes far, but there's always the first time. Plus I am so wary of loose dogs roaming around the neighborhood.
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Oct 26, 2016 10:29 PM CST
Name: Arlene
Grantville, GA
OK, a little humor here since you like Sunshine/Oliver stories -- but this is strictly a Sunshine story.

I mentioned earlier how she was so scared of the howling wind. She hardly potty-ed all day long, no matter how much she had to go, we'd get out there and she just wouldn't stay.

Tonight just before it was dark, she let me know she had to go again. I'd already been in and out with her so many times, I'd just kept the bright yellow fleece hoodie that is about down to my knees on. Now keep in mind that Sunshine is within almost 20 pounds of my weight and she's a fairly long dog. If I sit on the floor, her head is above mine by a couple of inches even though she's only standing on all fours.

So just before dark, I took her outside and put her on her cable. I decided I'd better stay with her or she'd be knocking down the door again. She'd squat, then get right back up, doing nothing. I walked over to her and squatted down beside her, put my arm across her shoulders and she squatted again and this time she was successful. So there we were, both squatting in the yard, Sunshine in her golden coat and me in my bright yellow down to my knees hoodie right beside her. YES! Success!

We came back in and I closed the door, closed the curtains and started to give her a treat when the phone rang. It was my across the street back yard neighbor.

"Sharon, are you OK?"

Me: "Sure, I'm fine, how are you?"

She: "Sharon, were you just outside with Sunshine?"

Me: "Yes, I was! Why do you ask?"

Bad question, I should not have asked.

She: " (Giggle giggle) Well, um. . . uh . . . "

Me: "OK Sam, spit it out . . . "

I knew what was coming.

She: "(Giggle) Were you potty-ing beside Sunshine?"

Me: "Well, of course I was! (Not!!!!!!) Don't you ever potty beside Maggie?" (Maggie is her little terrier.)

We laughed for a long time. She said all she could see were two figures about the same size, one wearing gold and the other wearing yellow. Well, thank you so much Sam, what a great friend you are. But I did explain about Sunshine's fear of the wind.

That was about 6 hours ago. It might be safe to come out now because the phone hasn't been ringing. I just wonder how many other neighbors saw us squatting together in the yard.
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Oct 27, 2016 7:29 AM CST
Name: Arlene
Grantville, GA
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In the photo above, if you enlarge it you'll see Sunshine and Daisy both watching 'DogTV', a channel on DirectV. It's pretty good and they both calm down when they watch. They had it as a free trial offer for a month, so I'm trying it. She and Daisy get wound up at night, especially now that I can't take her out as often, so I let them romp through this open end of the house for awhile then I turn the TV on and they finally calm down. They play chase, but Daisy hides and Sunshine uses that snurffle snort thing like she's on the hunt and searches her out then the chase is on till she does it again. They go in circles since this end of the house is sort of all open area. Four short walls in the middle form housing for the water heater/furnace/washer and dryer, so they can make a complete circle around that enclosed middle section, and they do. Round and round they go. Luckily I haven't lost a lamp. Yet.

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Oct 27, 2016 9:55 AM CST
Name: Arlene
Grantville, GA
December 2013

And speaking of shelter dogs, I was so lucky. My diva just passed the ultimate test, I should have named her Diva. I have a pair of leather Merrells that are lined with fuzzies and are great shoes for shopping. Remember she ate a couple pairs of shoes early on, so mostly I keep my shoes put away. But last night I must have been tired after shopping and left my shoes out on the floor beside the computer. And what should appear to my wondering eyes this morning, but one of the shoes right beside my bed, waiting for me to step into it. The other one was right where I left it and neither of them had a tooth mark to be found. A little slobber on the fuzzies on the one, but nothing noticeable. Great dog! Not that I'll risk a backslide and leave my shoes out again, but even so . . . progress.

Or maybe she's being sure she's on Santa's good list.
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Oct 27, 2016 6:29 PM CST
Name: Vicki
North Carolina
Jazz Cat. Best Behavior Moment.

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My daughter made Jazz's photo with her iPhone, I think it has the quality of a painting as well.
Sort of reminds me of an old painting from the 1500s; shows 2 children and a white with orange stripes cat. Seems like the artist was Annibale Carracci. Don't remember details, but yes, animals were painted during the Victorian period too. Van Dyke painted animals with children, but mostly dogs, I think. I believe he did some royal portraits of children with their pets.

Ha! I could paint Jazz and he'd go down in history.
Most likely he'll go down in history anyway with his shenanigans. Tonight he climbed the floor to ceiling curtain that covers the back patio door windows. Tried to get to a gorgeous white/tortoise shell kitty that was visiting on the deck. Not sure where the kitty came from, but so beautiful I'm very nearly ready to claim it.

Sure would make Jazz unhappy though.
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Imagevic
Oct 28, 2016 2:32 PM CST
Name: Vicki
North Carolina
Perfect for your lower back, the Jazzwarmer!!!

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