Striving to be the sort of person my dog believes I am.

Indigo has been home for six days.  Here she is luxuriating in comfort listening to music on the home theatre system speakers.

She is enjoying her walks around the Goulburn Valley greeting her friends. That is her laying on my legs, resting as I work on my lap top.  She is busy supervising the spring cleaning and smartening the garden up. The family is visiting tonight, as it is Father's Day, chicken for dinner, her favorite.

We are having to confine her to one room of the house while I spring clean.  i do not want any accidents. I want to inspect that there isn't any poisoned mice where she can find them before me.  Too many accidents with mouse poison. I am being very careful with Indigo and our home coming..

Indigo has not only stolen my place in the bed but she has stolen my nightdress for her bedding.  There is about to be an eviction notice issued to her, the cheeky little .....
She is giving me that, 'don't move me look, too.'

Some quotes about bed.

I'm so fast that last night I turned off the light switch in my hotel room and was in bed before the room was dark.
Muhammad Ali

Rather go to bed with out dinner than to rise in debt.
Benjamin Franklin

I once had a rose named after me and I was very flattered. But I was not pleased to read the description in the catalogue: no good in a bed, but fine up against a wall.
Eleanor Roosevelt

A hospital bed is a parked taxi with the meter running.
Groucho Marx

I am not young but I feel young. The day I feel old, I will go to bed and stay there. J'aime la vie! I feel that to live is a wonderful thing.
Coco Chanel

I miss Saturday morning, rolling out of bed, not shaving, getting into my car with my girls, driving to the supermarket, squeezing the fruit, getting my car washed, taking walks.
Barack Obama

On the smaller of the two bench seats in the Eco-Tourer we keep a small crate which Reg has permission to be in charge of the contents...lol...one of his few lol, freedoms. 
Indigo has always sat up there and watched me being creative.  She doesn't mind if I am writing my novel or making hand made birthday cards for my family with invitationbox.com self-inking stamps as long as she gets to supervise the job from her high seat.

We keep a pillow on top of the box and Indigo's seat is on top of that. Then Reg gets to sit beside her and together they watch TV in the morning and evenings.

She can check out the world and sun-bake in the morning sun there too, she gives the arrangement the 5 paws of approval.

When we are in Victoria, my youngest daughter does a fabulous job of clipping Indigo for me.  When we travel I have her hair cut very short and practical before we leave. This is best for watching for ticks anyhow and she wears an oilskin coat lines with lambswool if it is cold.

When we are traveling I tend to put off clipping Indigo and it takes someone asking me what breed of dog she is to make me realize she is so overgrown with facial hair, she can hardly see and would need a golf gps finder to navigate her way around if i didn't clip her hair again.

About half way though our tour, usually by late July, she begins to have people not recognition she is even a Poodle. That tells me I cannot put off the home clip any longer.  Having good clippers is essential to do the job well.  Indigo is very good. Puts up with getting clipped between her toes, no dog likes that. I think they feel so good after it is done. Indigo runs around in circles of joy.  I don't know if it makes her feel good or it she just knows she has been a good girl and will be taken out and show off to everyone who will look.

Well Kym, she was a cross poodle today because someone asked us what sort of dog she was and when we said Poodle they asked  - Poodle crossed with what? lol.  So it was definably hair cut evening

I often buy meat when it is on special, in bulk and carve it into steaks for our lunch and the off cuts into chunks for braises and clow cooked pot meals.  Only today my man decided to cut it up and I left him alone doing it with the dog watching him.

So there I was busy doing the washing and thinking what a great job Reg was doing carving the steaks and packing them.

So I did the washing outside and cooked up a great steak lunch, still trusting my man and dog to do the meat cut up...never suspecting the dog was conning him. If our dog keeps getting prime quality beef to eat, I will have to buy her dog coat at the maternity clothes  department.

At $2.99 a kilo the steaks he size I cooked for our lunch worked out at 50 cents each. Great value. ...Great value until I ent to make the braise and the slow cooked stew.   Where was all the off cut small pieces?

My husband fed them all to the - dog!

We pack an overnight bag and pop the mobile phone into its cell phone case  and hear to our daughter's home in the south eastern suburbs of Melbourne, every couple of months when we are living in Victoria, to get indigo treated to the best hair cut any poodle could be treated to.  This is Indigo showing off that she is not always a bush dog, scruffy dog.

That was after her last groom. When we are on tour far north of there, she has to be clipped by me and I am vry out of practice these days as a dog groomer so she needs to be content with lots of bad hair days.

This is today down by the riverside having fun.  She was throwing balls in the water and demanding that her dad retrieve them.

Isn't it so obvious that my man is happier out in the bush playing with Indigo than stuck in an armchair?

I had a wonderful walk today, mum and dad both wore pedometers, mum wondered over to look at roses and dad took me over to say hello to other dogs and even a friendly cat. 

We did the big around the block walk up to the top corner of our street, around the corner along the edge of the paddock, then around the edge of the lake, to the letterbox, then back though the little cottages and vans with their lovely gardens to the bottom of our poplar lined street with the oat field on one side and the little homes along the other. 

I got to have a rest when mum stopped at one of the neighbours’ homes, to  admire wedding dresses.

Mum's pedometer was over 3,000 kilometres when we got back home, and my legs are shorter so I take a lot more steps so I get my 10,000 steps for the day up in one walk.  No wonder I need to sleep in the armchair when I get back.   Now mum just needs to do that walk to the letterbox twice more today and a bit of housework and she will have her 10,000 steps for the day clocked up.