Groomed Poodle

Last week was grooming time for Gypsy. This has turned into one of Gypsy's least favorite things. We have a great groomer that runs the business out of her house. Gypsy has been seeing her for years. She is excited when we get there but, when we go inside, she starts to tremble. Gypsy was starting to resemble Howard Stern so I had to leave her. Obviously she is super excited when we arrive to bring her home. I'm going to try to be much more vigilant between grooming sessions this time around. Bushing on a regular basis and generally keeping up after her. Maybe that will make the next visit to the groomer easier on her.

NO BELLS Returns

No Bells (not his real name) is the cat that lives across the street. When our neighbors moved in, we soon noticed piles of bird feathers in the yard and quickly found their cat guilty of bird murder. We suggested that maybe they attach a bell to the cats collar, giving the birds at least a chance. They never did the bell thing. Thus, the name No Bells. Now that I think about it, attaching a bell to a cats collar would probably drive the cat crazy. Over the years we've become attached to No Bells. He comes to the front door, sending our cats into a frenzy. He just looks at them as if to say "hey, I'm outside and you guys are not...losers!" He then slowly turns his back to our cats, ignoring them.
We haven't seen much of No Bells recently. I occasionally see him down the street in a cat stare down with a few of the new cats in the neighborhood. No Bells keeps a close eye on his turf.
We haven't found any piles of birds feathers in the yard in many months. No Bells must be slowing down in his old age. At least he still comes over for a visit.

Cat Sunday

Adam's Park

We have a little park down the street from us. I think it was actually a lot that the developer couldn't build on so he just gave it to the neighborhood. We call it "Adam's Park." The name came from a neighbors dog. He'd walk Adam down to the park every morning and night to do his business. Like it was his personal doggie bathroom. Plus, he never cleaned up after Adam.
Don't blame Adam!!! It was the knucklehead owner!!!
Don't get be going on people that fail to clean up after their dogs.
Anyway we started calling it Adam's Park. Adam is long gone and thankfully he has not been replaced.

I walk Gypsy and Red down to the park and let them sniff around. This seems to have a calming affect on Gypsy. Not sure why.

Lounging Around

Saturday

It was crazy warm here Saturday. We were up into the 60's. Gypsy and Red spent most of the day hanging out in the back yard.

When we came inside, Red found a sunny spot to lounge around in with his BFF Pokey. They keep an eye on the front yard, on the look out for the cat "No Bells"

Flying Poodle

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 For those that are new to Gypsy, she used to be a great jumper. As a puppy she would leap out of the back door, getting some big air underneath her. So, we built a jump out of some PVC. I made two heights, 2' and then 4' thinking she'd have to build up to the top setting. Not so much. Gypsy just loved jumping for us.

When ever we had friends over we'd set up the jump and let her do her thing. She really enjoyed it and I think she would try to add a bit of flare when we had guests. We retired her from jumping a few years ago. She started knocking the bar down, something that never happened when she was younger.
Hey, you try jumping over that thing big boy!!!
Gypsy had a great time putting a jumping show on for us. It was a happy time for her.