Another "Fall" at our place

Wish people would just call the season "Autumn" instead of "Fall."   

Well you all know I blogged about the  "fall" that Grandma had when she fell down after us dog's got a bath from fleas.

Guess what else decided to "fall".

Tree branches!

Right on Mommy's Car.

And almost on Mommy's head!

Luckily Mommy was standing a couple of steps away from the car when the branches fell.  It could have killed her!


So, we had to get some of our trees trimmed ASAP. There's only so much Mommy can afford and we are still trying to pay off the roof that we put in earlier in the year. So, I had to make an Executive Decision as Head of House, and decided we could only get some trees trimmed and other trees removed right now. 

The tree trimmers trimmed some branches and cut down some trees.

Us dog's had to supervise the tree trimming company.  They came out and trimmed some trees yesterday.  It was hard work supervising from the kitchen -- butt we did a pawsome job.  We supervised from the kitchen because it was a safe place.

Not sure how those threads got pulled out of the little carpet in the kitchen while we were in there supervising. 

Mommy got an estimate on her car, she was in tears, butt thankfully has insurance. The branches dented her roof near the rear windshield.  The branches also put a dent on the side of the car and scratched it up all over! (That little piece of bark was like the branch's calling card -- the rest of the branches broke off in several pieces and were laying all over the ground.)

Not sure if you can see, how the roof of the car is dented behind the black antenna.  The dent runs parallel with the rear windshield. 

So, please refer to the season as "Autumn" around Mommy, because enough "Fall" has been going on around our place lately.  

Thanks for listening, we appreciate it.

Lassiter Chase and Benjamin Gilligan the Shelties

P.S.  While Mommy was waiting for the tree trimmers to arrive and give an estimate -- Mommy's niece decided to write words that describe us.  She wrote "Lassiter" and "Benjamin" going up and down and then tried to write words to describe us that started with that letter in our names.  Mommy's niece asked for some help on some words -- Mommy wasn't focused at all on it, butt did her best to help.

We were both exhausted  from waiting for them to compile this list of words to describe us.  (I am on the sofa and Benji is on the floor.)

Here's what it says for "Lassiter"... Loveable (Note: they were going to write Loud instead, butt I made them change it!), Awesome, Smart, Skinny (I'm under 30 pounds), Intelligent, Talentive (Note: it's supposed to say Talented, but Mommy wasn't focused and she must have said the wrong word, or didn't notice the spelling error.), Extraordinary, Respectful (Note: Mommy's niece came up with this word. Mommy's niece said -- when we eat, Lassie doesn't step on our feet or bark at us to try to eat what we are eating -- Benji has no table manners!.)

Here's what it says for "Benjamin"...Barkitive (Is that even a word), Entertaining, Naughty, Jumpy, Athletic, Monster (Note: Mommy couldn't think straight at this point -- and Grandma was the one that said Monster), Inquisitive, Nosy (Note: we couldn't figure out if there was supposed to be an "e" in that word or not to be Nosey.)    

Right before the photo was taken, Mommy actually noticed that the name Benjamin was misspelled.  It used to say Benji-man.   Mommy stared at it and stared at it -- finally she noticed his name was misspelled. 

By the time they finished putting together this list of words -- Benji and I were fast asleep.  Took them forever!

Bad Fleas!!!! Grandma fell.

Benji is on the left, I am on the right.

Mommy was going thru a range of emotions over the past few days -- she needed to calm down a bit before she actually did a post about what happened, (or else this post would have been a bunch of HBO words, with the word "flea" thrown in here and there.)

Mommy noticed I had a flea on me last week.   She got rid of that flea, and a few days later noticed me itching again -- and saw another flea.

Mommy started to panic and said -- I need to give you dogs a bath and put that flea medicine on you.

After us dog's got a bath, Grandma ended up slipping on the wet bathroom floor/carpet, fell down towards the hallway, hit her head, and got all bruised up.

Mommy heard the thump when Grandma fell -- and heard Benji barking frantically in a really high pitched bark.   Mommy was in the laundry room when it happened-- and quickly ran to Grandma to help her up. 

All Mommy remembers is pushing Benji aside to help Grandma.  Benji was springing up and down with his front legs and barking in a high alarm sound. (I think Benji was either trying to alert Mommy that Grandma fell or trying to keep Grandma alert.)

Mommy doesn't remember what I (Lassie) was doing when the fall happened.   What Mommy doesn't know is that I was trying to keep Benji calm and out of their way as Mommy helped Grandma to get up.

Grandma is ok.  She refused to go to the hospital.  She has a bunch of bruises everywhere, but we are thankful that Grandma didn't hit her head in a different spot -- or the fall could have killed her.

A few days after the bath -- we got the flea medicine squirted on our backs between our shoulder blades.   We hope the flea medicine works and those bad fleas go away!!!


It's all the fleas fault that Grandma fell down!  Bad Fleas!!!

If the fleas didn't get on me -- Grandma wouldn't have fallen down.




Thanks everyone for listening.  We hope those bad fleas stay away from you and your loved ones too!

Lassiter Chase and Benjamin the Shelties


P.S. These are things Benji and I have been doing to help Grandma since her fall....


1.  We licked the cinnamon off Grandma's fingers after she ate a cinnamon donut so Grandma didn't have to go wash her hands.

2.  We stand in the hallway, guarding the wall in case Grandma falls down again so she doesn't hit her head again.

3.  Grandma keeps her bruised leg elevated on her lift chair (the lift chair is a recliner chair with a remote control). To be helpful to Grandma, we rotate shifts and when we think Grandma needs to keep her legs elevated longer -- we lay under the recliner part where her legs are -- so Grandma can't put the recliner down in the sitting position.  She has to lay with her feet up in that reclining position until we move.  (We only have Grandma's good intentions in mind when we take doggie naps under the recliner. It's not because it's the most pawsome hide-out ... it's because we want Grandma's leg to feel better!  Honest!)

I think Grandma appreciates all the things we have been doing to be helpful.

Benji scratched his itchy nose WHERE???

Benji is on the left and I (Lassie) am the one with the big smile still laughing at Mommy!

Let's just say -- Thank dog it's Friday and it's almost the weekend!!!!

Benji has allergies (as you know) and he has been so itching his nose like crazy.  The pool noodles Mommy put on the kitchen chairs (to protect the wood from Benji chewing and rubbing his nose against) are still holding and they haven't been chewed apart.

Unfortunately, Benji is finding alternate places to itch and rub his nose against.

The latest place Benji found to rub his nose was.... Mommy's armpit!     Mommy thought Benji was coming to her for a big hug this morning -- then he went right for the armpit and started scratching his nose against her shirt.

Mommy didn't realize Benji was rubbing his nose because of itchy allergies -- so Mommy thought to herself -- Do I stink? -- I put deodorant on -- it's a clean shirt -- what in the world is making Benji sniff my armpits!

So, in the picture above, Mommy actually checked the expiration date on the bottom of her deodorant.   It's still good -- it doesn't expire for another 2 years -- not that it's ever going to last that long. 

Mommy ended up putting on about triple the amount of deodorant this morning after the Benji sniffing incident. So, triple plus the amount she usually uses -- that's a lot of deodorant!

How in the world do we tell Mommy that -- Benji was just scratching his nose in her armpit because of allergies.  

I mean, if I was a talented dog who knew tricks -- if Mommy stunk: I could probably try to wave my paw in front of my nose and keep staring at her armpit or something.

Anyway, Mommy kinda looked ridiculous trying to sniff her own armpit this morning.  Butt it was very entertaining for us. 

Thanks for reading our strange post.  Hope we didn't gross anyone out!

Lassiter Chase and my brother Benjamin Gilligan the Shelties




P.S.  Don't worry -- Mommy's got a smile on her face. Mommy knows she doesn't stink. She found the entire incident very funny (well, that is -- found it funny about 14 hours after the entire incident happened.)   Have a great night everyone!