I know I promised Annie a Danger Girl adventure, but that will have to wait for another day....today is the day TASHA gets to tell a story...ok girl...come on, just put your paws on the keys and....oh. OK. REALLY? You want me to tell it? (Tasha informs me that she is a little worn out from all the excitement of yesterday and since I was THERE and all, maybe I could tell the story....for her.)
As I have probably mentioned several times, Tasha lives to chase the mailman and the ups guy and the Fedex driver....highlight of her day, protecting her Mommy from those men in uniforms...I keep trying to explain to her that they are BRINGING me things, not taking things away...to no avail. The chase is the thing. Yesterday afternoon, Tasha was peacefully snoozing on her faux sheepskin rug in front of the fire when WHAT did we hear but a VAN crunching up to the front walk..door slamming, big boots stomping up to the front door....by now Tasha is in full alert mode, sounding the alarm. The INTRUDER (this is Tasha's story) stomped his big ole boots on the porch to de ice them and turned the old fashioned doorbell handle. THen he pressed his nose against the front door glass to peer in....(oh please,please,please....let him get stuck....what fun THAT would have been....) and then Mommy opened the door. Just as I suspected, it was one of those Guys With The Packages....grrrrrrrrrrrr. Oh wait, what's this? that package is for ME? REALLY? and what is that wonderful smell? oh joy, the enemy has brought me my very own flock of SHEEP. The mailman handed TASHA the package, which was addressed to HER!
I tried to take pictures of Tasha carrying the Express mail envelope in her mouth, but between laughing so hard and trying to figure out why she was so deliriously happy about this (I hadn't opened it yet) I have several shots of the floor where she WAS just a moment before the picture was taken..and a couple of pictures of the side of my shoes....okay, so I finally got the package away from her to OPEN it and O.M.G.
Direct from the fabulous Stonering in the Pacific Northwest is TASHA's very own flock of sheep...wow. In human terms, this may look like four ziploc bags with writing to identify the fleece breeds...but to TASHA, these are actual sheep for her to herd and protect. All afternoon she pushed the pieces of fleece across the kitchen floor, herding them into the corner and then collapsing in front of them to take a nap after a job well done. She was willing to share them with me, but kept a watchful eye to be sure I didn't remove even a smidge of fiber for that *spinning thing* that sometimes catches an unsuspecting dog's TAIL....ouch!
If there is a Make A Wish Foundation for dogs, let me just nominate STONERING right this minute to be featured in the commercial. WOW> You rock! Tasha says thankyouthankyouthankyou.
I am humbled and touched by this gift. May the BLESSINGS be multiplied a thousand fold......NAMASTE!
I'm grinning ear to ear for sweet Tasha today!
The mental image of her pushing the fleece across the floor is hilarious! What a great gift!
Yay, Stonering!
Posted by: Christine | January 30, 2004 at 09:07 AM
I laughed so hard tears came out of my eyes. What joy. Brava, Stonering!
Posted by: Em | January 30, 2004 at 09:56 AM
What a sweet thing for Stonering to do! I can just picture Tasha "herding". For that I will wait another day to hear the Danger Girl story :)
I am intrigued by this doorbell that you "turn".
I've always wanted to live in an old house. Ours is only 10 years old- just a baby!
Posted by: annie | January 30, 2004 at 09:57 AM
Oh, I'm so glad Tasha got to carry her own package. And that she likes the sheep. I told Spouse I needed some wool, preferably unwashed, interesting smelling, and from a couple breeds of sheep. (I'm not sure whether different sheep within a herd smell different, but we've got wool around from sheep we never owned too.) And then it took me an extra day to send it because we stayed home all day monday and so skipped going to the post office to get or send mail. (My dog doesn't get to protect me from delivery people, but ages ago I had dogs who made sure to let me know every week when the big nasty old truck came to steal our trash that was so carelessly put out on the curb with no protection.)
It seemed like such a simple thing to do to make Tasha happy. I'm glad she liked her surprize. :-)
Greta, you can have some washed wool if you'd like, if Tasha would understand a sheepy package that wasn't for her. No? Well, maybe I could send some to both of you at some point.
Posted by: Stonering | January 30, 2004 at 10:19 AM
I wish you'd gotten pictures. Although I've tried that sort of thing too. Camera lag is a pain. How about one of Tasha with her flock?
Posted by: Stonering | January 30, 2004 at 10:20 AM
Oh, how lovely to catch-up with marvellous you! I adore the Tasha story AND the idea of you, knitting in a bookmobile. Throw in a cup of good coffee from Peet's, and some drop-in friend visits, and could life be any more perfect? I think not. Stonering is a gem, and so are you, darling.
Posted by: Rachael | January 30, 2004 at 02:42 PM
It's nice to hear that Tasha is having such a good time. It sounds like she is an excellent sheep dog.
Posted by: Christina | January 31, 2004 at 02:50 AM
That is so sweet! Give the little mother a pat on the head for me. No more herding of your wool projects now, right?
Posted by: Bethany | February 03, 2004 at 10:21 AM
I love the image of Tasha herding the "sheep"! :)
Posted by: alison | February 03, 2004 at 10:07 PM