Finally, Part 2 of Crusoe and Daphne’s life at home during their #QuarantineDays as two adorable little wiener #dogs.
This episode picks up where it left off in Episode 1, where Mum and Dad are being quarantined in the closet. Crusoe and Daphne finally decide to let Mum and Dad out under certain conditions. Finally they pass and are free.
Day 40 of house arrest and my dog looks at me like I am enemy #1.
I’m tired of explaining to her that it is the stupid governor’s fault that she can’t go to the dog park or have meet and greets with the neighborhood canines.
Are they doing nightly bed-checks?
Just curious – here in southern MO we’re pretty free – 7 Deputies to 750 sq mi makes it kinda tough to pull that whole Nazi thing.
izlamo delenda est …
@MJA – Got Wishbone?? A great doggie series to watch with your favorite little doggie critter while living life ‘in quarantine’.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GAs7sH2d_6I
A florists shop in Maine has the dogs’ absurd skit beat, because it’s apparently a true story.
“… As I parked in front of the local florist, one of the store employees came out to set down a pickup order on their sidewalk bench. As I walked toward her, I said, “Hi, I’d like to buy some roses.”
Said she, ” You need to call the store and place your order.”
I replied, “Well you are here, and I am here within talking distance. Why not order from you?”
She replied, slightly annoyed, “You can’t do that. The rules require that you call the store and place your order.”
Momentarily flummoxed, I then pulled out my cell phone and asked, “OK, what is your number?”
Without missing a beat, displaying no sense of self-awareness, nor acknowledging the utter silliness of the moment, she pointed to the number on the COVID-19 notice taped to the door.
Since there are no other florists within ten miles, I called. I could hear the phone ringing inside the store.
She said, “Excuse me” and disappeared inside the shop. I then placed my order with her on the phone, with credit card info, pickup time, etc…”
https://www.americanthinker.com/blog/2020/05/covid_virtuesignaling_absurdity_at_the_local_florist.html .
Daphne’s ‘egg-shell’ hat during the baking day made me laugh so hard that my sister’s kitty, Pistol, looked up at me from his nap like, “Will you keep it down!”
@Tim
I have family in the free state of MO.
Really thinking about leaving this place and moving near them when this is over.
MissInMi,
I’m a transplant from MD. Beautiful country, nice people, fair-priced land, but cold as heck in the winter (this just past was pretty mild, though) and one summer we went 30 days over 100F. Oh, yeah, down in these parts the land is rocks and more rocks – have to buy bottom land to farm – seems OK for ranching cattle, it that’s your thing, but it takes (like) 4 acres per head.
Welcome! Come on down!
izlamo delenda est …
I thought it would be fun to invite my dog Monster’s best friend Betty over to play because Monster was becoming real crabby. The two Maltese were in and out of the house at least 30 times a day bringing dirt, leaves and smudges (what is that?) all over my beautiful floor. They wanted food and treats way too many times a day and they took over all our favorite places to sit.
On day three of my stupid idea, Betty got into Monster’s pink pouffy bed. Monster was not happy. I removed Betty from the pink pouffy bed twice and finally had to tie her leash to a chair leg to keep her out.
Monster finally got into her bed, I untied Betty and she peed on the floor to show her displeasure. Bad dog.
The bigger problem was when Betty tried to sit in my lap. First Monster pouted, growled and barked. Next, she got so mad she jumped up and sat right on top of Betty. I stood up and solved the problem. The dog party was definitely over.
Betty’s family came to get her that afternoon. Her Mom ordered her a pink pouffy bed the next day!
The girls have been friends since they were puppies but, girls fight. Next time I’ll invite a boy.