Boy I have had a nasty summer cold for the past week or so.  The other night I told my husband that Abby has been very good, maybe because she knew I was not feeling well.  Well, my husband said that was not a good thing to say and I should keep that to myself, because now she will get into trouble, well, sure enough that night she got into a box my husband has on the floor next to his chair where he keeps remotes for the TV and stereo. Not only did she get a remote but she had to get the most expensive remote. It is now missing ten buttons three of which are completely gone, and the rest are in very bad shape and cannot be used. Needless to say my husband is not a happy camper about his remote.

Yesterday I went and bought new toilet bowl brushes with holders. Well, silly me I was not thinking when I bought them, they have what I thought was rubber over the tip of the handle; I am thinking it is silicone, because this morning one of them had been chewed up. Some time during the night she went into the bathroom and got the new brush and had a hay day during the night. My husband found it on the floor in the family room this morning.  I know I will blame it on my cold, yea that’s it….

Well, 4^th of July around here was nerve wracking. Abby shook for 4 days and hid behind a chair in the family room. Poor thing, Maggie was pretty good, the fireworks bothered her a little bit until, the night of the 4^th.  If you remember she is a big girl around 108 pounds.  We finally got to bed around 11:30 or so and Maggie got up on the bed with us.

 I am going to backtrack for a minuet. When we brought Maggie home for the first time she was only 4 months old, and feeling very insecure.  She would sleep curled up around my head so she could be close to me, well the night of the 4^th she did the same thing, only she is just about four years old now and, much bigger. I let her stay there for a while until the fireworks stopped.  She did get down when she thought it was safe to do so.

Well, Abby is her old self now.  The 4^th of July we had a BBQ here for family and friends. My son and his family came bring food and goodies. He brought me some dry rub he wanted me to try, so the other day I was going to sit down for a few minutes and I thought I would read the bottles of the dry rub and the new spice he brought me.  I read the bottles and smelled them, put them down so I could go outside and water the plants.  When I came in the house, Abby had gotten the bottle of the rub and chewed the cap, and broke it.  Well, some of the rub came out of the bottle and on the floor.  She got some in her mouth; needless to say she did not like it at all. I went looking for her, she was in her kennel rubbing her mouth, then went out, and got a big drink of water. Thank goodness there was nothing in there that would hurt her, just spices she did not like.