I hate to name names..........

...but this morning I was perusing an older edition of a local home & garden magazine and found an article about a friend of a friend. Actually it was about their house, but that's neither here nor there. What stands out about this article (and no dispersions are cast on the family, just the magazine) is the repeated mention of the wonderful coy pond, not be confused with its close cousin, the koi pond.

Now, what does a pond have to do to be considered coy? There are no eyes therefore no winking is involved. Does the pond promise good fishing but never deliver? Does it stare at you with a slight smirk? Is it like a horrible combination of after-school special and cartoon where you go down to the pond to jump in only to discover that the water is only painted on the ground and you are now paralyzed from the neck down?

Okay, okay, that was a bit much but more to the point, how did this glaring error get past the copy editors? And it was repeated several times!

Adiós 'til next year!
htw

The Woes of a Petsitter

That is really an untrue title as I haven't had any real woes on this Christmas' jobs...three at one time this year; 1 stay, 2 visists.

At house numero uno, D got muddy from all the rain and subsequently had to have a bath. She seems to be a hyperactive Border Collie on Greyhound legs and the bath was messy and difficult. Just getting her into the tub was like trying to put a cat in a pet carrier and she tried to make a break for it at every opportunity. It has been so cold recently that I waited until after her bedtime run, bathed her, dried her with a hairdryer (which went over real well, let me tell you), and we went to bed. She pranced and preened and was highly aware that she was now a beautiful, clean puppy. Isn't that always the way with a dog? Struggle to the death at the sticking point, then love the resultant praise?

House numero dos had no problems what so ever. E and A were angels all week long; the only sadness was that L went on the trip with the owners and wasn't there to love on.

House numero trés was also no problem, but the weirdest thing happened on my last visit the day the owner was supposed to return. I fed S and made a final run of the house to make sure nothing was chewed and no "surprises" had been left and there was a small pile (about 2 cups) of dry potting soil on a rug in the back of the house...too much for him to have carried in his mouth or to have stuck to his hair. I looked all over and could find no uprooted or disturbed plants. Everything outside was wet because it had been raining for a few days....very Blair Witch....

I'll post some photos when I have time (aka when I learn how) so that these initials will have a face. I guess I'll need to get permission from the parents...um, owners...before I do that too :)

Adiós
htw

Bienvenidos!

Do you remember that short-lived jewel of a tv show, Herman's Head? I loved that show but didn't want to completely steal it so here it is...Holley's House! I also tossed out Chronicles of a Mad Librarian or Diary of a Mad White Woman because I decided that was just too focused on my being mad--you can decide for yourself which definition I intend :)

It's all in my profile but I am a 29 year old part-time graduate student/full-time librarian AND I would like to state for the record that there is not a single item of wool, brocade, plaid, or any other moth-eaten fabrics or patterns in my closet! Also, my tattoo makes me a prime target for the ISPCL, the International Society for the Prevention of Cool Librarians. Watch out Marian...we're taking over! :)