So the weather forecast for the past few days has been heralding gloom and doom – snowpocolypse… sub-zero temps – serious bread and milk shortages (why do people buy up all the milk and bread in weather events? I don’t get it.) – total wrath of God event according to the local news reporters. Northerners are snickering and rolling their eyes I’m sure as we buckle down, gear up and dig in for the worst weather week of our lives!! Since we are all ill-prepared for such disasters, or at least I am, it was necessary to order in a large dog crate from Tractor Supply for Pepper, my half Labrador / half Border Collie. There’s no way I can keep her warm enough, even in our outside structures and barns, so my solely outside guard dog will be a house dog until this wintry weather has abated.
Then there are the cats, who already live inside, but do take treks outdoors from time to time – but that won’t be happening for a while…
Having all these animals in the house with no reprieve is already wearing me down! The cats were yowling at the door at 5AM, not understanding why I’m not up yet; the dog was hopping up and down in her crate with her legs crossed, desperately needing to go pee… so I wrapped up, leashed her up, took her out in the sleet (no snow yet.. just ice… darn you Texas weather) and let her do her business. Then she thought it would be great fun to yank me all over the top three acres, promising to poop, but never coming through. I finally told her ENOUGH IS ENOUGH and brought her in. Now she’s back in her cage because she thought “chase the cats through the house” was also big fun – wrong-o. I’m just not good company at that time of morning, especially before coffee.
To add to the pet drama.. Scooter the kitten was spayed last weekend and is still in recovery. We realized within the first 20 seconds of having her home that the “cone of shame” wasn’t going to work out long-term (2 weeks.. are you serious???) – so I ordered her a cat surgery suit that covers her sutures, in CAMO pattern, of course. We’re calling her Rambo now. It’s funny watching her walk around like a 13 year old wearing her first thong bikini – like she has the most super-power-wedgie ever and doesn’t quite know what to do about it – but it’s still much better than the backwards trek she was making through the house trying to back out of the cone and getting stuck behind furniture.
There was a short break in the weather, so I let Neo Cat go out for a stroll – the only cat I’ve ever met that will walk through a creek with no issues and romp through snow at his feeble attempts to catch a bird (he’s 13.. ). I also took Pepper out for a bathroom break and ended up letting her run around in her large play area for awhile. I honestly think the house has been TOO warm for her with all that thick fur and fat. She managed a good long potty break and by the time she got back inside, happily went back to her dog crate and took a nap. I’m thinking she has the right idea – I may do the same… except on the sofa.. not a crate…
Parapro Muse 
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