Tessa the hoarder strikes again

Hi G-Fans!

Well, another Monday come and almost gone.

Let's just recap the weekend before discussing today's atrocities.

I failed to mention that the weekend was spent un-scenting the house (and refrigerator!  That had some truly delectable odors of decay going on).  

Very discouraging.

Also, the dust bunny treasures were whisked away without ceremony.

Items of interest were placed out of reach.

Bug repellant was applied.

Nails were shortened.  (I can't call it a pedicure since there was no soft music playing, no massaging of the foot, no lotions or ointments applied.....)

Beaks were trimmed (sending Waldina into a true seizure.  Apparently she inherited that from her mom as that was what her mom died from).

And general bedlam ensued.

Disgusting.

I will say that the concierge walked to the bog twice yesterday so we had pleasantly peaceful walks as our ranks were reduced for the walk.

Raphael and i went first (of course) and the rest of them went with Harry afterwards.

I was told that there was an episode with a ditzy redhead who the concierges (mine and Harry's) and gang were hiding from, but nothing significant came of it.

It was an Irish setter who wasn't tethered as law dictates.

The concierge saw them first, and, as it was dusk, she opted to nip into a ravine out of sight.  Even though Irish Setters are ditzy, they are still hunting dogs.  She popped up like a prairie dog with the expectation of a pleasant encounter.  Yeah, that is not how we roll, much to the concierge's disappointment.

Anyhoo...

All ended well, the Irish Setter went promptly back to her concierge when called (and when she saw we weren't returning the friendly pleasantries).

Today the concierge earned her nickname "speedy" (she doesn't really have that for a nickname, I just made that up).

While she was in the kitchen there was a fracas.

She was on it in a nanosecond (that is a real measure of time you know).

She sped from the kitchen to the family room in no time flat.

I don't envy Tessa.

Tessa the hoarder gave me lip and the concierge gave Tessa an earful and a few minutes of solitary confinement.  Tessa never knew what happened. You see, we have a new cache of Nylabones and Tessa keeps thinking they're all for her.  I casually came to do some pre-dinner chomping on one of the new bones and Tessa gave me a hard time because it was near her at the time.  We have all learned that we are to be nice to one another or answer to the velvet covered iron fist of the concierge.

She likes us to be nice.

Not naughty.  Not mean.

I will not rat anyone out, let's suffice it to say that I am glad the concierge came home early tonight to manage the issue and make her point and send a message.  Let's hope Tessa gets the message loud and clear.

Since then we have had a bog walk, dinner and are curled up by the wood stove.  Tessa is forbidden from the couch as punishment for her freshness to me.

Serves her right!

So that is it, the fire makes me sleepy.

May you have a warm spot on the couch to curl into after a long winter's day.

TTFN!

-G