A morning outside

Poor Reilly has to stay outside all morning.  Not completely alone; he has Jake and Murphy with him.  None of them are happy about it.  

Fireants.  In my kitchen.  In the dog kibble.  I had to eject the dogs to spray, and they have to stay out until everything is clean.  A hot morning with good shade from the maple tree right behind the house and lots of water is far better than ant spray.  But none of them believe that!  I spent the last couple hours moving things, washing them, tracking fire ant trails, getting bitten numerous times, and think I finally have them at bay.  Chris is going to go under the house and see if there's a close mound to treat, although we have a super colony here on our little farm, so we can set them back but not kill them off.  Inside, I just need to sweep and mop up the poison, but I needed a bit of a sit-down first.  It's still not yet 9:30, so The Boys should all be able to come back in by 10:30 at the latest.  Not too hot yet.

I was fixing breakfast for The Boys after feeding livestock this morning when my feet got attacked.  I thought I had brought some in on my shoes, until I looked down and realized I was standing in a trail of fireants in my  own kitchen.  Horrors!  I fed the guys quickly, then evicted them.  Hurt their feelings, I did.

8:20 pm:

The Boys forgave me for evicting them this morning.  Dogs are so forgiving.

Today, Reilly has slept.  A lot.  More than a puppy his age should be sleeping, and more than he normally does.  He wakes up now and then, and wakes up to bells, and plays a bit and gets into things a bit....but mostly he's sleeping.  More like when he came home at 8 weeks than he was a week ago.  Don't know that I'd call it lethargy, as he does get up on his own, he's eating fine, will come running for the promise of  carrot, but still....sleeping a lot.  He also has acted as if he hurts, starting this afternoon late.  Not continuously, but again, intermittently.  If he's still acting like he hurts tomorrow I'll be calling the vet again to see what I can give him.  He's too young to have to hurt.  His life should be happy.I did move one of the big dog beds over near my computer, and he's happily taken it over.  I need  get another one just for him, but not yet. He's been destroying one of the older ones that lives on the front porch, I discovered.  I rarely go on he front porch, as the steps up from the carport are difficult, and the front door is an attack door.  But I figured it out today.  We'll sort out beds.  He's got his smaller bed right now, and it'll work just fine for a while yet.

Tomorrow our daughter comes to visit for the day, and Reilly will get to meet her for the first time.  She's coming down from DC, and is on a busy schedule, but we'll get her and her boyfriend for the day, which will be nice.  Hope she likes her new little brother!  When she met Murphy and Jake, she told us that people who had human children shouldn't have child-surrogate pets.  HA!  She also complained that when she and her brother were little, they weren't allowed to put their feet on the furniture, and now we had dogs walking on it!   As my friend Lisa says, "That's why they call it FURniture."  Amy likes dogs, though, and Reilly is irresistible!

Since Reilly has slept most of the day away, there's not much else to report for today.  We'll see how the next day goes.  One day at a time.

Meg and Reilly