“Hot ‘nough for ya?”
Are you, too, tired of hearing this oft-repeated hackneyed query during the summer months? Perhaps if Andi could talk he’d say the same thing. Poor Andi. He does not fare well in these humid conditions. But he dutifully goes for his three or four walks a day.
“C’mon, Andi. Ready to go?”
‘Ugh. Not again. Sigh.’
Here’s a shot of us down at the Westville Dam, taken before we moved to our new digs.
Bike and Run with Andi & Jace
Me, my son Jace, and Andi walking along a dirt path. Julie took this enchanting photo. (It’s rare to get our son on his bike, so we managed to get two things accomplished; Jace on his bicycle and Andi for his walk.) Here’s another just walking this time.
Out for a Stroll
Since we moved into our new place on June 1st, we have done quite a bit to the house and environs. Our four pets have acclimated nicely to the huge place, and both Miles and Boo love to haunt the spacious barn.
As you can see by this next photo, Maggie has cottoned to Andi. Can you believe it?
Maggie and Andi
We are amazed by their antics together. She is such a flirt. She’ll stroll into the living room, knowing full well that Andi is there, and start to strut her feminine feline magic.
Andi bounds from the couch and towers over her, not really sure what to do. But he is clearly enamored with her. He’ll lie down in front of her and slowly approach and do a little jig around her.
I think she just wants to be licked, much like when Boo does that to her. She is the spoiled queen of the house.
Boo and Andi napping after their exhaustive antics.
Andi and Boo have their own strange relationship. Andi just wants to play with Boo, but Boo will have none of it. Andi does his usual prancing around Boo, and Boo will unleash a double-pawed mitt at him, replete with razor-sharp talons. So far Andi has proved quite adept at darting away before being sliced to ribbons.
They will keep this up for 10-20 minutes at a stretch, and Julie has some footage on tape so perhaps at some point I’ll post it. It is quite hilarious watching this exchange between cat and dog.
Since we’ve had a heat wave of late (come to think of it, this is the 3rd of the young summer) a slew of air conditioners have been going full force. Andi will lie for hours in one of the rooms, and on more than one occasion I have searched for him, only to find him curled up in his crate in our bedroom.
I can see why. It’s dark and cool and rather comfortable. Makes me want to squeeze in next to him and take a nap. But other things beckon.
Like finishing our living room. And here is the result of our efforts.
Living Room Update, 1…
Living Room Update, 2
Remember those pics from a blog or two ago? Well, here is the same room, replete with tan paint and curtains and other accoutrements.
Not bad, eh? Oh, and we just purchased these odd shaped chairs from an estate sale.
Boo at rest.
A different color paint and they’ll be a nice addition. Despite their squat appearance, they are incredibly comfortable, as evidenced by Boo’s massive sprawl.
Next up, Cam’s room. Unfortunately, whoever wallpapered this room, they forgot to prime the walls. It’s nearly impossible to remove the paper, so we’ll prime it with an oil based primer, then use latex paint over that. I think that will work. Any suggestions or advice?
All in all this summer is shaping up okay. Jace is in camp, and since I am not presently working (other than an odd modeling gig here and there. And sometimes they can be rather odd…) I watch Andi and take him for his dreaded walks.
Our three cats and one dog seem to enjoy our place immensely and it’s nice to know they all get along quite spectacularly. Although Miles keeps a wary eye out for Andi. He doesn’t particularly relish Andi’s playfulness.
Andi continues to be a joy and a wonder, and I thoroughly enjoy playing tag with him in the yard and going on our multitude of walks. He is a love.
Andi with his toys.
I continue to be amazed at how much I am, after all these years, a dog person after all. Who knew such a thing was possible?
Next up: Dead Things (no, not what you think…)
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