Just Add Salt

Last night my husband and I had a discussion about letting our dog Scooter out in the morning. Now that I leave for work at five, he usually goes out around 4 to 4:15. It's dark at that time! And we live in the country.

Me: When I let Scooter out and feed the cats, I leave the front door open in case of emergency.

Him: Wait. You are saying that while I'm in the house sleeping you leave the front door wide open? So one morning I'm going to wake up with a bear hovering over me??

Me: No, the cats are there, so it can't be dangerous. I'm pretty sure they smell bear.

Him: So one morning I'm going to wake up with a bear hovering over me eating a cat??

Me: Don't be ridiculous. I don't think the bear will walk all the way into our bedroom to eat a cat. It would probably eat it in the living room where its close to the kitchen. In case it needs salt.

Him: I'm glad to know these things happen while I'm sleeping.

Me: What can I say? It's a bear-eat-cat world out there.

Scooter's Corner

Hello! And welcome to the first day of Scooter's Corner! I'm not sure exactly where we are going to go with this, but I guess I'll figure it out as I go. That's how I usually do things around here.

Scooter does this thing now that's really annoying. When I go to take his picture, he automatically closes his eyes when he sees the camera start flashing.


I mean, I can't blame him, because I do take a lot of pictures of him. He probably thinks I'm some sort of puppy paparazzi.


I just want to get one picture with his eyes open!


So close!


Damn it!



Finally! SUCCESS! There's my cute little boy!!

Bringing Melly Back

It's time for me to get serious about blogging again. After my hiatus of about two years give or take, it's time for Melly's Spot to get rolling again.

Here is the new schedule I'm proposing. I might tweak it a bit.

Monday: Scooter's Corner. Because everyone loves a puppy!
Tuesday: Lists. This is where I will make a list of something--anything. Like how many ways this blog could end up sucking.
Wednesday: Interviews. Yes, I'm bringing them back! But first I need someone to interview! Of course if you know me, I can pretty much interview anyone or anything. I might end up interviewing my stapler.
Thursday: Melly's Thoughts. This is where I ramble about some nonsense.
Friday: Yeah, I don't have anything for Friday yet... I'm thinking of something Facebook related. Random status or something. We'll see...

If anyone has any suggestions, please let me know! Of course this all hinges on whether I have internet at home, etc.

Please let me know if there's anyone out there who wants me to interview them! You don't have to be a writer, but you would have to give me some clues about who you are and what you like to do or I will just be guessing...

Edited to add: If you're interested in an interview, please email me at: melly48@gmail.com. Please be sure to include Interview somewhere in the subject line. Thanks!

Scooter

Ever since we got our new dog, Scooter, I've noticed my husband has been a little disappointed. Don't get me wrong, he loves Scooter, but I know he can't help but compare him to our other dog Sheena.

Sheena was female and a daddy's girl. She loved her daddy and would usually pick him over me. I was fine with that. Scooter, on the other hand, is my little shadow. He'll even follow me into the bathroom. I'm not so fine with that.

He also gets carsick. Sheena loved nothing more than to get into a car and go for a ride. Even if it was just around the block. Every once in awhile my husband will take Scooter for a ride hoping he has outgrown it. Every time he's stuck cleaning up the mess.

My husband loves to hunt and loves looking for deer. Sheena knew what a deer was and would freak out if she saw one. Sometimes when we were driving, my husband would go out of his way to show her a spot where he thought there might be some deer. They were both so happy if they found some. I usually just rolled my eyes. In Scooter's limited world of our house, he has not seen any deer. I don't think he'd know the difference between a deer and a very large dog. The only exotic animals he has seen is the horses across the street and the goats next door.

This morning he was getting ready to go hunting and I was sitting here talking to Scooter. "Daddy's going to go get some deer. You don't even know what a deer is."

"He doesn't know what a deer is. He doesn't go for rides. He's nothing like Sheena," my husband says in a sad voice.

"Aww," I say, "Scooter has his own unique qualities."

We both look at him.

"Yeah, like licking his balls?" my husband scoffs. For yes, that's what he was doing the entire time we were having this conversation.

My poor husband. Still wishing he had someone to worship him again. I'll have to work on that. Not the worshiping part of course. Oh no...that ship has sailed. I've known him way too long. But maybe we can get another girl dog.

In the meantime he'll just have to deal with Scooter. He may be a ball-licking little puking dog, but he is our ball-licking little puking dog! And I wouldn't trade him for any dog in the world.

I think.