This is the Worx lawn and leaf bag that I bought on Amazon. It’s canvas. It’s collapsible. It’s designed for you to rake up your leaves, bag them, collapse the bag, and then store it in the garage.
I purchased this in 2016 when I was under the mistaken notion that I:
a. Should do the yard myself.
b. Wanted to do the yard myself.
I’ve used it exactly once when my yard guy lost his mind and dumped four bags of leaves into my garbage container without bagging them. I couldn’t move the container because it was so heavy so I had to dump it out, bag all the leaves, and then get rid of them week by week. Yes, I did fuss at him, but in Southern Belle fashion. In other words, no F bombs, but plenty of high dudgeon.
A few months ago I had the brilliant idea of gathering up all of Stanley’s 27 toys and putting them into this, a collapsible laundry bag. I hadn’t used that in a dog’s age, either.
The only problem was that Stanley could chew through it – and did. Plus, he ate the cloth handles.
I saw the Worx bag in the garage the other day and the light bulb went on over my head. I gathered up all of Stanley’s toys and put them into the Worx bag. Stanley can’t chew through it because it’s canvas. Plus, it’s amazing watching him learn how to turn it on its side, or manipulate it in order to get to his toys. At night I’ll toss a few cookies in there and he’ll have to figure it out all over again.
All in all, it’s one of the most durable doggy toys I’ve ever bought – accidentally – and one that keeps him occupied for a long time.
How about you? Does your pet love odd toys, things that were never designed as toys?
If you go to NextDoor for my neighborhood you’re going to scroll through at least fifteen posts about Dog Found, Stray Dog Located. It’s become an epidemic this month. I don’t know if people are abandoning their dogs in my neighborhood or if they’re getting dumped here in some other way.
Cats aren’t exempt, either, and there are always reports of a poor rescued kitty who died of feline leukemia which is highly contagious.
One of the problems in helping out a stray dog is that they may carry diseases like canine flu that could be transmitted to your pets. Still, I applaud the efforts of these good samaritans who look out for these poor dogs and cats especially in this heat.
Why do you think people abandon their pets? I know the myriad reasons, from crowded shelters to financial issues to behavioral problems, but what I want to know is why? How can they live with themselves knowing that they took in a pet then when it got to be too much simply let it go to fend for itself, starve, get mistreated, or run over by a car?
I don’t understand. My guilt would paralyze me.
One dog I rescued had parvo and was at the vet’s for two weeks. He survived, but was never, well, manageable. He ran away constantly, ate the carpet, chewed on furniture, and was otherwise a holy terror. I advertised and found another home for him and off he went to be a companion to a little boy. Six months later I was notified – because of the rescue’s records – that he was euthanized for behavioral issues. I’ve always felt horrible about that. I’ve wondered, for years, if he would have been a better dog if I’d spent more time with him, taken him to obedience training, done more. I thought I’d done the right thing, but it didn’t turn out to be right for him.
I see ads all the time to re-home a dog. I understand those. Sometimes, it’s just not the right fit. That’s why I like rescues that offer you a two week no questions asked return policy.
What do you think? How do people abandon a dog that’s come to rely on you for love, food, and shelter?
Stanley was at daycare Monday and Tuesday for a few hours each day. He had a chance to socialize again, find a girlfriend, sniff derriere, and altogether have a wonderful time.
I love that they send me his report card with pictures. He really does enjoy socializing, but he hates being put into a kennel space and he still screams when he hears my voice. Hey, you can’t have everything.
Stanley is driving me nuts.
Some mornings he doesn’t care if it rained the night before and trots outside to do his thing.
Some mornings, like today, he has refused to go potty. He also refused to eat. Can I tell you how often he’s done that in the past three months? It’s being a picky eater, not being ill.
This morning I mixed his NEW weight loss canned food with some of his old kibble that he wasn’t touching. He picked around the kibble and refused to eat it. Okay, then.
I’ve taken him outside five times this morning, but he still hasn’t gone. There was a huge honkin’ spider web in front of the door – at least five by five feet. I knocked it down for him – a pretty big deal since I hate creepy crawlies. Didn’t matter. He still hasn’t gone. That means he’s on the leash. I have an Eleventh Commandment: Thou Shalt Not Pee in the House.
I never know what’s going to set him off. Did something scare him in the back yard? Does he refuse to go on wet ground? Why today instead of yesterday? What’s with the food thing? Is it cold? Is it hot? Is it not mushed around in his bowl enough? I ended picking up his food, covering it with foil, and putting it in the refrigerator. An hour later I took it out, put a little hot water in it, and stirred it up. He ate most of it except for the kibble, like I mentioned.
It’s one thing to have a pickey eater. It’s another to have a pickey eater who also gets scared by weird things. Rolling my eyes and shaking my head (and he still hasn’t gone potty).
(The above image is Stanley deciding that he needs to be on my office chair so he can help me work.)
If I had my way I would live in a temperate region. Someplace where I never needed air-conditioning or a heater. I could open my windows and not worry about crime or bugs.
Life would be free and easy and there wouldn’t be any bills to pay or air-conditioning leaks or massive weird bugs that look like a combination of spider, mosquito, and beetle – something I’ve never before seen. It’s also gnat season in my neck of the woods and it’s driving me bonkers as it does every single year.
Stanley has been in full meltdown for the last two days. I had the six month checkup for my A/C unit yesterday afternoon and they found another leak. I’m getting really tired of spending four figures for repairs on a unit that’s only 12 years old. I replaced the A/C in 2007 and it’s been a pain ever since. They showed up at 8:00 this morning and were here for three hours yesterday afternoon. Stanley went to sleep after they left and didn’t wake up until it was time for bed. Being a guard dog takes a toll on you.
Y’all, the joys of home ownership. Raccoons and leaks, broken water lines, foundation repairs, and the roof blowing off. I have learned never to ask that fateful question, “What’s next?” You never, never say that to the House gods. They don’t like you mocking them. They will send you a plague of locusts or the back patio crumbling.
Sometimes you just have to laugh about this stuff because, in the end it’s not important. It’s just annoying.
The bug, though. The bug was something else. Shudder.