Country Livin’ Blog

Jack Russells don’t like to be cold. It’s interesting how they both want to get in my lap when I’m covering up with a blanket. I’m a fan of the TV show House. I know that it is all re-runs right now because of the writers’ strike, but I don’t even mind watching the re-runs. My sister told me about the show a couple of seasons ago. I had never watched it before and I wasn’t sure I wanted to either. Another medical drama didn’t sound interesting to me when ER has been on the air for the last 12 years. I haven’t watched ER in several seasons, because it just got to be more of the same. House is different. It’s got the little dramas of the lives of the doctors, but that is secondary to the real plot of what is ailing the fictitious patient. Most of the time they are able to figure it out and the patient would walk out of the hospital good as new. Sometimes the patient dies before House and his team can solve the mystery disease.

Anyway, I got snuggled down on the sofa with a blanket. One Jack was in my lap before I could get completely settled and one of the Border Collies got comfy along side. Ed, who had been asking me to get the blanket down earlier, must have had to take a trip out the dog door, because he returned to find his place taken by the other Jack and the BC. This didn’t sit well with Ed. He walked back and forth in front of us, and then he tried to force his way under the blanket. He was under the blanket clinging to the edge of the sofa, growling at the other Jack. This didn’t work. The other Jack just ignored him. He then set his sights on the BC. She tired to ignore him too, but he managed to bully her into moving to the other end of the sofa. It’s good that it was the soft female BC and not one of the males who are under the impression that Jack Russells must surely taste like chicken. That situation would have caused me to get involved and I was more interested to see how Ed would solve his little problem of claimed space. In the end, Ed was able to take the spot where the BC vacated and is still snuggled on the sofa even though I have gotten up. Jack Russells. God love ‘em!

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Fay

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