Is He Helping?

   Mr. Bat and I arise well before dawn.  He is usually the first to come out of dreamland and, then, he nudges me until I, too, am fully awake.  As a cat, his motive is food.  He wants breakfast!  My motive is to cede to his wishes and open a can of cat food then head to the kitchen to brew a pot of strong coffee. Since the sun does not rise at this hour, I try to find projects to fill the next two hours.  Things have to stay quiet as the menfolk here are still asleep.  Art projects are usually my go-to entertainment.  Bat?  He usually goes back to sleep leaving me to my own accord.  

  This morning, I had a whim to create something utilizing an old glass tabletop from a dilapidated outdoor set.  The idea was to do some reverse glass painting on the bottom then hang the piece in the window so it appeared to be a stained glass piece.  First on the agenda was to make a paper pattern which would make the art work far easier than free-handing it on the glass itself.  Drawing on paper is the way to go, folks!  Anyway...as usual...my work was started on the floor.  The tabletop was set, paper was fitted in the top and the artwork was to begin!  Mr. Bat had other ideas...

  As with any cat, curiosity got the best of him.  Then...as with any cat, he decided that the piece was there for his pure enjoyment.  My artwork came to a halt as the cat sat on the paper then decided a nap was in order.  Well, so much for getting anything accomplished this morning!  Everyone knows that you NEVER disturb a cat that has chosen a special napping spot. Oh, if I was not so fond of this little buddy, I would get so much more done!  Then, again, maybe he thought he was helping.

Earning His Keep!

  Ms. Ez was the Bayou Dog.  She was a mere five weeks old when she came to live at the Little Bayou House so it was no effort for her to learn the ropes.  She picked up on how we did things around here and followed the rules to a T.  She was well behaved, mannerly and helpful.  I miss her and have always said that it would be a long time before I was ready for another dog.  Then, along came PJ.  My son and daughter-in-law needed a place for their beloved pet while they are on a faraway island for a few years.  The old dog could not go with them and it was heartbreaking for the whole family...PJ included.  So, what could I do but open my door and say "Here, Boy!"? Mr. PJ became a part of our family for the next few years.

  I have known Mr. PJ for a number of years and have always muttered that he is NOT a Bayou Dog.  He was not raised here so was not accustomed to living in such a remote and wild place.  He had to be watched most of the time for his own safety.  I figured he was pretty much a pampered pet.  His adjustment to living our life style was going to be a tough one but...he and I would give it a go.  Several things had to change.  One..the leash had to go.  It has been hanging on a nail in the laundry room since day three of his stay.  Keeping the dog on a leash is a perfect idea when he is anywhere else but, here, it is not necessary.  Next....the collar had to go.  Since the old dog never leaves my side, the collar did not serve much purpose other than to keep me awake at night.  Since he sleeps next to my bed, the jingle jangle of the dog tags was more than I could handle.  (If we go anywhere away from the Bayou, the collar will be returned to his neck.)  Three...Mr. PJ would have to "earn his keep".  Ms. Ez performed all sorts of useful tasks such as bringing tools to us or guarding the fruit trees and garden from marauding critters.  She knew which critters to chase and which were helpful.  Mr. PJ thinks all critters are friends so that chore is out the window and he has not mastered the names of tools as of yet.  

  Just when I thought that old adage about not being able to teach old dogs new tricks was truthful, PJ has taught himself a perfectly helpful task.  While out hauling logs to the saw to be cut into firewood, I turned to find Mr. PJ chipping in with the labor.  He watched me for several minutes before grabbing a log and dragging it to the pile.  There, he deposited the log and went to fetch another.  Granted these were only small (in diameter) logs but they were a good six or seven feet in length!  Four times, he repeated the chore before flopping down to watch me cut.  I was amazed!  Mr. PJ was helping!  

  The task that PJ learned was one that Ezzy never did.  She might have picked up a twig or two but never a log!  I could not help but give Mr. PJ an extra treat when we finished our wood gathering for the day.  Then a fire was built in the old wood stove and his bed was pulled up close so he could enjoy the warmth after his hard day at work. The old dog deserves every bit of attention I have to offer.  His actions, today, proved to me that he appreciates being here and is willing to fit right in with us.  I never thought that I would learn to love another dog after Ms. Ez but this old fellow sure is weaseling his way into my heart!  Every day, I find another reason to adore him.  He has now found the best way ever to "earn his keep"!