Amber, Bamber, Bambi, Bambalooface, That’s Silly!

We’ve been waiting for our dog, my dog, Amber, aka Bamber, Bambi, Bambalooface, to welp.  She started today ’round eleven this morning. 

Earlier this week she let it be known that she didn’t like a plain box with a towel so I gave her one of my long pillows, I was tired of them and ready to toss it out when she was done.

We set her up in the kitchen as soon as it was blatantly obvious that she insisted on having company. 

See?  Isn’t that a lovely box to have pups in? 

Well yes, one would think so.  At twelve thirty she begged me to let her outside, I thought she needed to go potty, in the house she barely let me out of her sight so I knew she wouldn’t run off outside.  I opened the door and there she went, no hesitation, no looking back when I called, straight under the famous porch of the FiberHouse to have her pups.

Now that is just plain silly. 

Bet and I tried to figure out how to get her out when it was clear she wasn’t to be called out, coaxed out or bribed out.  Once we figured that we had to go in after her it only took about ten minutes for us to tear out a couple of boards, yep you can see our tools, the screwdriver was a waste of time since the screws were far to rusted, digging out wasn’t working but the shovel was employed with the lug wrench to pry up the porch floor boards.

It only took about thirty minutes after we got her out from under the porch and settled back in the kitchen for the first pup to come along. 

Well I can’t stick around and talk much, got some work to do and other to catch up on.  This was a totally unexpected twist from what I had planned on doing for Tom’s pick of a theme: That’s Silly.  Go see what everyone else has. You know the drill, they are all on the side board clear over to the right. 

And have an exciting day where you live.