Wilson Wondered Why he Was With the Wee One When We Weren't on Wordless Wednesday!

Signed By The Artist Even!

We all know how our dogs often leave nose print art on our car windows. It easy to tell who has a dog that way, just check out the car for "art work". Well, similar art work often appears on my back  storm door. It is made of glass that slides up/down to provide a screened portion. When Jimmy is in the yard and decides he really, really, really needs to come in NOW, he paws at the storm door with his front feet while standing on his hind feet. It sort of looks like he's digging to get in. After having been in the yard his feet are usually dirty and all that pawing to get in leaves more art work. Well, I guess Jimmy was especially proud of his handy work (or would that be paw work?) because he actually signed his masterpiece. It was very hard to get a sharp photo of the plane of the glass so after about 20 tries this was the best I got......

What do you think? Will we be seeing this hang in the Museum of Modern Art in NYC? And to think, I knew Jimmy when he was just a nose print artist!

Always on the Wrong Side of the Door!

Today is not a particularly cold day, upper thirties, off/on sun, no wind....pretty much good temps for double-coated dogs like a Corgi. Jimmy and Wilson noticed a squirrel trespassing in the backyard and wanted to go out. NOW! I let them out and they quickly ran off the intruder.

I look up from my computer just a couple of minutes later..........

OK! We want back in! Open the door!

Jimmy: I said we want back in!
(Yes, my windows are really as dirty as they look!)

Less than five minutes passes......

Jimmy: Crap! The squirrel's back!

Jimmy's distress calls bring Wilson running as well..............

OK! We want back out!

How long will they stay out this time?

Not to worry, Jimmy and Wilson....I live to serve you! Even if I have to hobble over on crutches! LOL!

What I Saw as I Walked in the Back Door

So, I came into the house via the back door....and this is what I saw. Jimmy sacked out on his bed. Nothing unusual about that except he didn't bother to get up. I was able to walk to the kitchen island, grab my camera, walk back to the door, and the silly expression hadn't changed a bit. I guess he must have had a moose antler hangover...that's what's poking out from under his lower leg.

A face only his mother could love!