By Geri (geejay)
His mom was a pure bread Boston Terrier and his dad was from across the tracks. They loved each other very much since Peanuts was not a member of the first litter mom had by dad and he wasn’t the last.
Peanuts was the runt of the litter and looked like Snoopy. White dog with a black spot on his back, black floppy ears and about the size of a fox terrier.
When we brought him home at eight weeks the lady who had him said he ate Puppy Chow and even gave us a small bag for 
him. The next day we had a set of blue bowls, one for water and one for food on a place mat. He walked up to the food bowl, smelled it and walked away. He didn’t even have some water. Back to his bed and curled up with a little whimper. Did not eat that day!
That night he was crying in the kitchen in spite of the alarm clock we had for him. I got out of bed and joined him on the floor. He crawled up into my lap and there we were sleeping on the kitchen floor. Me propped against the cabinet and him in my lap. The next morning, still not eating puppy food! Mom was making scrambled eggs for 
breakfast and Peanuts was sitting and watching. By this time we could see little ribs. Mom put some egg in his dish. He gobbled that up in a flash. He was a people food dog! If it went into our mouth it was acceptable. If we didn’t eat it it had to be poisonous! We found a dog food that had eggs in it and we’d open the can out of sight of him, put it in his dish and pretend to eat some so he felt it was acceptable. Then we discovered by accident that he loved cat food. And chicken was his favorite people food. If we went out for the evening and he was left alone we had to bring a piece of KFC for him other wise he’d be in a snit.
He loved snacks. His favorite was potato chips only with French onion dip. No dip no chips! With ginger ale. A sip, a sneeze, a sip, a sneeze but he loved the occasional jolt of the stuff.
He hated to get his feet wet. His personal potty (he picked it) was in the very back of the yard behind a tree. We had to shovel a path for him when it snowed. He did not wander the yard when there was snow on the ground.
A wonderful watch dog. He’ allow anyone into the house. This small dog would not allow them out! This was when service people came and read meters in the house. He’d greet them at the door, wagging his backside to beat the band. They’d go down the stairs and as soon as they put their foot on the bottom step to come up he bared his teeth and growled! The service guy would call Lady, Lady, come get yuor dog. We’d grab Peanuts and take him to a bedroom. The guy would hurry out and when we let Peanuts out of the bedroom he ran to make sure the house was safe from intruders.
My mom had him trained to wipe his feet before he came in the house. She also had him trained to pick up his toys. If we went out and left him behind he’d pull every toy out of his toy box to keep himself occupied while we were gone. We’d get home and mom would say okay get busy and pick all these toys up! His head went down, totally dejected and he very slowly picked up each toy and put it back in the box.
Peanuts took after his father. He was in love with the dog down the block and she loved him. A pure bred German Shepard! Standing next to her he was as tall as her back “knee”. Thankfully he wasn’t able to get to her!
I dearly love to watch the pure bred dogs in the dog shows but for a dog to love in the house give me a mutt anytime.
Snoopy Flying Ace to the Rescue
by Darice Bailer, Peter LoBianco, Nick LoBianco
Winter Beach Dog Trot by Richard Haight
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
by Mark Haddon
Hounding the Pavement by Judi McCoy
and something needs to go in its place so I can continue earning the big bucks as a desk jockey. But what? Sandwiches are out, been there, done that, can’t stand the sight of them. Soup? Too messy. Frozen food? Have you actually tasted that stuff? [shiver] And the portion size makes even my toddler wonder where the real meal is.
Household duties are divided so that the husband does the grocery shopping. This was done quite purposely as I would prefer to clean the toilet with my toothbrush then go grocery shopping and the husband decided he was tired of hearing me whine about it. So every week he picks up his little notebook, pulls out his little pen, and gives me the look. The look that says just tell me for goodness sake what you want, don’t make me poke you with my pen till you answer.
Have I mentioned I’m a picky eater? I don’t eat fish from a can, potatoes, romaine lettuce, tomatoes, unusual cheeses, wheat bread, or pitas. That’s just a 
small sampling of the things I won’t eat.
So all the sites that have things I won’t eat and require me to cook something are out. So after wasting that 45 minutes I decide this isn’t working and change my search parameters. I type “lunch ideas for lazy people” into the browser. And darned if I didn’t get a whole page of hits. As I’m scrolling through I see that lazy people eat a lot of salads (not quite what I’m looking for), fish in a can (out), peanut butter mixed in milk (just ew), cottage cheese (okay occasionally but not everyday), and yogurt (same as for cottage cheese). Well shoot, most of this is for dinner which requires cooking. Do I need to mention the whole cooking thing again?
it is about storms and rain that comforts me. But I feel cozy and safe watching the bands of rain move through. I like the way the light levels changes, and I like the way the new green world looks, and most of all I like the way it smells, the damp earthiness with the underlying floral scent, I love spring!
I don’t even mind the crop of dandelions on the boulevard today, the vivid yellow against the bright green is lovely, I feel a little remorse that tomorrow they will be mowed down and I will go out with my dandelion puller to end their lives. It puts me in mind of my botany professor assertion that weeds are just flowers growing in the wrong place. Since it is supposed to rain all day I think I may have to nap this afternoon. But this morning I will enjoy the rain, the quietness that descends on my neighborhood, and hopefully my cat will come out to lie in the window and watch the rain, and dream of what he would do to the squirrels if he were an outdoor cat, instead of a living room lion.
