Early afternoon buffet

So here at the coast we are yet again having some sort of fish run. Earlier in the summer we had herring and anchovies. Now it is something larger and equally as gross as the early fish. The birds love this and that makes me happy. They leave a trillion disgusting fish skeletons with the heads still attached EVERYWHERE, this makes me not happy.

Now you might say to yourself "why does this have anything to do with you, birds need to eat too, you selfish horrible hater of nature?"

The reason would be that since I own the bird brain of dogs (cute, the way I threw in bird there! just keepin' ya on your toes) Olive will eat the remains, free of charge, happy to do it.

Not just one, or two, or twenty, or 100 but every single one she finds. I've yet to see her not eat one. Again no need to explain that fish bones are not good for dogs. I'm all over that page. Explaining it to Olive, a whole different ball game.

Yesterday I thought it was a fluke. She saw, she scarfed, she waited until she got home to puke, she is kind that way.

Today, same thing, only now she is on to me and while she can't remember we have a dining room wall and runs head first into it every morning on the way to breakfast, she can remember that if you get to close to me I will put the leash back on and that will close down the early afternoon buffet. So she dances and prances and wags her tail all with a horrible fish skeleton dangling from her mouth. Luckily I have a heavy constitution, even so it is truly one of the most disturbing sights you will see.

These are remains that not even CROWS will eat and I thought they ate everything. Yet, there is my dog chowing down and hoping to find some dipping sauce to go along with the meal.

We cut our walk short. We will not be walking on the beach until whatever is vacationing here is gone. Soon I hope.

Of course, walking home a gull flew overhead and dropped a skeleton in front of the worlds dumbest dog. I think I may have a dislocated shoulder from her lunging for the dessert that plopped right from the sky. Now she sits in the front yard, scanning the heavens, in the hope that a small evening snack will appear.

They came in two's

In some sad news, one of the hated parakeets passed away over the weekend. Now I just have the one yellow bird sitting all alone in the cage. This could bode trouble for me.

For some inexplicable reason, I always think pets should be gotten in two's. That way they are not lonely. This makes no sense, since pets don't have human emotions. But I have always done it.

When I had a cat, I got another because I was sure the first cat was lonely. Even when cat #1 hated cat #2 with a passion rarely seen, I felt sure in time they would come to love each other. It would be a Hallmark moment. It never happened. Those two cats spent their entire lives trying to destroy each other and all of my possessions in the process. Every day, another fight to the death. Only no cat died. My stuff was broken. Dishes were knocked off of the table. Plants were shredded. Still the cats lived on, in a war that was never ending. I fumed.

Finally I decided to give away the second cat. Found it a new home. They also had a cat, so it would be perfect. The cat went away. Peace became mine. The cat came back. Yep, it turned out this cat could not get along with ANYTHING. Well, anything living that is. It was a nightmare. A long nightmare. We had that cat for over three years. Three years of total and living hell. It went to live with a single woman, no pets, no friends, no family. It was a perfect scenario. It just took three years to find her.

We were back to a one cat family. I thought it looked lonely. I bought a kitten.

I think this may be a disease. A sickness, if you will.

Next week we get the new puppy. I hope we will not be adding a new parakeet.

I must be stopped.