Hello from beautiful, sunny Florida!
Well, at least I hear it’s beautiful and sunny… I’m inside working. Currently catching up on client work in my hotel room, then for the next two full days–7:30 to 7:30 Wednesday and Thursday–I’ll be walking five miles of pet products at Global Pet Expo. That’s right: five MILES. I can’t wrap my head around that, but I’m definitely wearing my Fitbit (our health insurance gives us some kind of credit for steps… #bigbrother).
So, for today, a story:
When we were looking for a house, one of our must-haves was a pool. Because we live in Indiana and because we moved in around Thanksgiving, it’s been covered. Sometimes when we’re playing fetch with Coop in the yard, an errant ball will bounce in there, which we fish out with a rake. But, the pool has been untouched and unused until about a week ago.
That was when these ducks decided that it’s their pond.
I wouldn’t mind that much if I didn’t think it was a play to make their nest and have their babies in the yard, and I have nightmares about a reenactment of Bunnygate 2015 but with ducklings. I just can’t. The pool has its own little gate around it, so the dogs can’t actually get them, which I do not want anyway. But with the gate, I figured… let the dogs out, they bark like mad at the ducks, the ducks fly away, close that chapter!
I threw open the back door and said, “Go get ’em, boys!” And Emmett and Cooper stood in the doorway. They peered outside. They looked up at me. Their faces clearly said, “But it’s raining.”
I pointed: “Look! Ducks!”
The next day, we let the boys out, and just as they were trotting back to the door, the ducks swooped and landed on
their pond the pool cover. Both boys stopped. They put their faces right up to the fence. Cooper stiffened up, and I thought… this is it! He’s going to unleash a torrent of crazy, animal-chasing, high-pitched barks and that’ll be the end of the ducks!
But Emmett pranced off toward the back door and Cooper followed.
This morning, getting ready to leave for the airport, I spotted them doing what I can only describe as, well, sleeping. The boys had already been outside. And there were the ducks. Sleeping.
As their daily routine, as soon as they finish breakfast, Emmett and Cooper put themselves back to bed. They had just finished eating, so I knew getting them out–instead of going right back to their cozy bed–would be a tough sell. “Come on, Cooper!” I dashed to the door. “I think there’s a squirrel!”
I threw open the door, he dashed over and out onto the deck. The ducks started to quack.
It was his chance to scare them off!
Cooper, my tough little defender, turned around, walked back in the house, and jumped straight into bed.
So, we have these ducks.