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What In The World?
Part 2
The Rest Of The Story

With no manners or mercy, she makes an effortless leap onto the bed. I am danced on, sneezed at, and licked awake with a start. “Huh? What?” Urgent whines, from my faithful companion, bring a sigh. “Oh Chili, what now?”. In the moonlight I see her throw her head back. Duhhhh Roooooo, Duhhhhh Roooo, the howl, I know so well. This is a code she uses whenever “Timmy falls in the well.” Gosh, all the time around here. I’d like to smack Timmy. Come right to his house at 2:30 in the morning and smack him good.

With effort, I get up, reaching for my glasses, knocking over my water glass into my pajama drawer, nice. “Chili, easy, heel”.

Making our way to the front door, we listen in the entry. Yes, munching is clearly heard. I peek out and at the end of the driveway I see two hazy forms. I can’t seem to focus. I keep blinking and just barely make out two large bodies, oddly shaped. Gosh they seem to be floating and bending, huh? I need to get a better look. Is it moose mauling my marigolds? No. Is it a herd of Elk come to call? No. Deer, No… Well, what on earth, is it?
Meanwhile, Chili’s making sure I know where she is. Why, should I need her services, she is right here, and here, and here, just in case you know, I didn’t see her or something. Around and around me she goes, wagging, yipping and looking like she’s about to catch on fire.

I feel dizzy and not right. Hmmmm, there’re different colors and huge, what the heck? I get a little closer and yep, the blurry shapes are horses, and their loose. The two, I’m looking at, are standing in the grass happily eating my address posts decorations. How come their standing still, yet I still hear walking around?
Suddenly a blast of warm air finds its way down the neck of my robe. I jump right out of my glasses and a miracle happens, I CAN SEE! I went to sleep and left my contacts in. In my haste, I put my glasses on over them and rendered myself blind, over corrected, and dizzy and nauseas! No wonder I can’t seem to see and feel sick! I’m out there in the dark with six eyes on! I would have been better off with one eye in the middle of my head! I must have been right in that horse’s face squinting, when he snorted me into a near cardiac arrest!

I re-focus and find myself amongst six horses that seemed happy to see me. “Hey Greeneyes, what you got?” “Got any oats, hmmmm, let’s see”. I back away from snorts and swishes, careful to speak softly. I think they thought I went to get treats, well okay, maybe I told them that. I head for the house; I’m escorted by big, friendly, hungry horses, who, CAN see.

Entering my bedroom to get my husband, I see he is already undergoing the same treatment. The charming dance steps on your body. The stop, drop and roll technique, and the, Duhhhh Roooooo, a real crowd pleaser and attention getter. My husband, alias, The Cave Bear, who can sleep through a train wreck in a howling hurricane, with a full orchestra playing, is up, and being ushered none too gently to the door. No sleeping through that, I smile.

Thrilled, my husband asks if I have the flashlight. Why yes, right here, blinding him. Now he is out there like a deer in the headlights. He can’t see horses crossing two feet in front of him. In fact, they are trying to get out of his way! “Where are they?” “Right in front of you, you could reach out and touch them”. “Gosh, you look like Frankenstein, with your arms stretched out and crashing around, get in here before you get kicked.”

Chili seems to be wondering what is wrong with us. Her whines have reached a crescendo and she is looking from one to the other. Why aren’t they giving the command? I know what to do, now let me do it. What’s wrong with him now? Why aren’t we running them off? She finally can’t stand it anymore and most likely felt she had to save our lives.

She breaks away from our blundering, circles left and gathers two, and pushes them to the right to join one that is happily enjoying my Lilies and delphiniums. She heads to the middle and charges three and tries to push them out of the yard. A stallion challenges her and refuses to budge. He’d like to stay it seems, and the others are sure enjoying themselves too.

Well, the shock! She drops her stuffed duck. That’s not gonna work! Out, out, out!
With an attitude for being disrespected, she gives a fierce charge, hackles up, and all four feet off the ground. She’s bucking and snorting like she does, and lit out after him. She works him, making him nervous with the circles she is doing around him. He has to keep turning around to keep an eye on her. She’s relentless and having the time of her life. She keeps circling him like nobody’s business. He decides she has way too much energy and is quite willing to oblige him all night. The Stallion snorts his opinion of her loudly, and moves out with the rest.

She stations herself at the end of the driveway, chest puffed out and eyes bright. Feeling important and proud of herself. Her job is safe, and she is the best one here for it, clearly. She would stay there for awhile, letting them see she is on the job and not going anywhere. I suspect, partly daring and wishing them to come back. She looks back at us with a sigh that said, “never mind, I got it, you two go back to bed before you get hurt, sheesh.” I think my dog was actually relieved none of her friends saw us!

Yes, good help is hard to find. Competent, expert help, at 2:30 in the morning, well, priceless.

Stay tuned for the next Adventure of 2Greeneyes, gosh, coming any second!

What In The World?
Part 2
The Rest Of The Story

With no manners or mercy, she makes an effortless leap onto the bed. I am danced on, sneezed at, and licked awake with a start. “Huh? What?” Urgent whines, from my faithful companion, bring a sigh. “Oh Chili, what now?”. In the moonlight I see her throw her head back. Duhhhh Roooooo, Duhhhhh Roooo, the howl, I know so well. This is a code she uses whenever “Timmy falls in the well.” Gosh, all the time around here. I’d like to smack Timmy. Come right to his house at 2:30 in the morning and smack him good.

With effort, I get up, reaching for my glasses, knocking over my water glass into my pajama drawer, nice. “Chili, easy, heel”.

Making our way to the front door, we listen in the entry. Yes, munching is clearly heard. I peek out and at the end of the driveway I see two hazy forms. I can’t seem to focus. I keep blinking and just barely make out two large bodies, oddly shaped. Gosh they seem to be floating and bending, huh? I need to get a better look. Is it moose mauling my marigolds? No. Is it a herd of Elk come to call? No. Deer, No… Well, what on earth, is it?
Meanwhile, Chili’s making sure I know where she is. Why, should I need her services, she is right here, and here, and here, just in case you know, I didn’t see her or something. Around and around me she goes, wagging, yipping and looking like she’s about to catch on fire.

I feel dizzy and not right. Hmmmm, there’re different colors and huge, what the heck? I get a little closer and yep, the blurry shapes are horses, and their loose. The two, I’m looking at, are standing in the grass happily eating my address posts decorations. How come their standing still, yet I still hear walking around?
Suddenly a blast of warm air finds its way down the neck of my robe. I jump right out of my glasses and a miracle happens, I CAN SEE! I went to sleep and left my contacts in. In my haste, I put my glasses on over them and rendered myself blind, over corrected, and dizzy and nauseas! No wonder I can’t seem to see and feel sick! I’m out there in the dark with six eyes on! I would have been better off with one eye in the middle of my head! I must have been right in that horse’s face squinting, when he snorted me into a near cardiac arrest!

I re-focus and find myself amongst six horses that seemed happy to see me. “Hey Greeneyes, what you got?” “Got any oats, hmmmm, let’s see”. I back away from snorts and swishes, careful to speak softly. I think they thought I went to get treats, well okay, maybe I told them that. I head for the house; I’m escorted by big, friendly, hungry horses, who, CAN see.

Entering my bedroom to get my husband, I see he is already undergoing the same treatment. The charming dance steps on your body. The stop, drop and roll technique, and the, Duhhhh Roooooo, a real crowd pleaser and attention getter. My husband, alias, The Cave Bear, who can sleep through a train wreck in a howling hurricane, with a full orchestra playing, is up, and being ushered none too gently to the door. No sleeping through that, I smile.

Thrilled, my husband asks if I have the flashlight. Why yes, right here, blinding him. Now he is out there like a deer in the headlights. He can’t see horses crossing two feet in front of him. In fact, they are trying to get out of his way! “Where are they?” “Right in front of you, you could reach out and touch them”. “Gosh, you look like Frankenstein, with your arms stretched out and crashing around, get in here before you get kicked.”

Chili seems to be wondering what is wrong with us. Her whines have reached a crescendo and she is looking from one to the other. Why aren’t they giving the command? I know what to do, now let me do it. What’s wrong with him now? Why aren’t we running them off? She finally can’t stand it anymore and most likely felt she had to save our lives.

She breaks away from our blundering, circles left and gathers two, and pushes them to the right to join one that is happily enjoying my Lilies and delphiniums. She heads to the middle and charges three and tries to push them out of the yard. A stallion challenges her and refuses to budge. He’d like to stay it seems, and the others are sure enjoying themselves too.

Well, the shock! She drops her stuffed duck. That’s not gonna work! Out, out, out!
With an attitude for being disrespected, she gives a fierce charge, hackles up, and all four feet off the ground. She’s bucking and snorting like she does, and lit out after him. She works him, making him nervous with the circles she is doing around him. He has to keep turning around to keep an eye on her. She’s relentless and having the time of her life. She keeps circling him like nobody’s business. He decides she has way too much energy and is quite willing to oblige him all night. The Stallion snorts his opinion of her loudly, and moves out with the rest.

She stations herself at the end of the driveway, chest puffed out and eyes bright. Feeling important and proud of herself. Her job is safe, and she is the best one here for it, clearly. She would stay there for awhile, letting them see she is on the job and not going anywhere. I suspect, partly daring and wishing them to come back. She looks back at us with a sigh that said, “never mind, I got it, you two go back to bed before you get hurt, sheesh.” I think my dog was actually relieved none of her friends saw us!

Yes, good help is hard to find. Competent, expert help, at 2:30 in the morning, well, priceless.

Stay tuned for the next Adventure of 2Greeneyes, gosh, coming any second!

What In The World?
Part 2
The Rest Of The Story
Please read “what in the World 1 first, as it is in the beginning and you will spoil the surprise. Just posted several days ago. Thanks, Hope you enjoy, GreenEyes

With no manners or mercy, she makes an effortless leap onto the bed. I am danced on, sneezed at, and licked awake with a start. “Huh? What?” Urgent whines, from my faithful companion, bring a sigh. “Oh Chili, what now?”. In the moonlight I see her throw her head back. Duhhhh Roooooo, Duhhhhh Roooo, the howl, I know so well. This is a code she uses whenever “Timmy falls in the well.” Gosh, all the time around here. I’d like to smack Timmy. Come right to his house at 2:30 in the morning and smack him good.

With effort, I get up, reaching for my glasses, knocking over my water glass into my pajama drawer, nice. “Chili, easy, heel”.

Making our way to the front door, we listen in the entry. Yes, munching is clearly heard. I peek out and at the end of the driveway I see two hazy forms. I can’t seem to focus. I keep blinking and just barely make out two large bodies, oddly shaped. Gosh they seem to be floating and bending, huh? I need to get a better look. Is it moose mauling my marigolds? No. Is it a herd of Elk come to call? No. Deer, No… Well, what on earth, is it?
Meanwhile, Chili’s making sure I know where she is. Why, should I need her services, she is right here, and here, and here, just in case you know, I didn’t see her or something. Around and around me she goes, wagging, yipping and looking like she’s about to catch on fire.

I feel dizzy and not right. Hmmmm, there’re different colors and huge, what the heck? I get a little closer and yep, the blurry shapes are horses, and their loose. The two, I’m looking at, are standing in the grass happily eating my address posts decorations. How come their standing still, yet I still hear walking around?
Suddenly a blast of warm air finds its way down the neck of my robe. I jump right out of my glasses and a miracle happens, I CAN SEE! I went to sleep and left my contacts in. In my haste, I put my glasses on over them and rendered myself blind, over corrected, and dizzy and nauseas! No wonder I can’t seem to see and feel sick! I’m out there in the dark with six eyes on! I would have been better off with one eye in the middle of my head! I must have been right in that horse’s face squinting, when he snorted me into a near cardiac arrest!

I re-focus and find myself amongst six horses that seemed happy to see me. “Hey Greeneyes, what you got?” “Got any oats, hmmmm, let’s see”. I back away from snorts and swishes, careful to speak softly. I think they thought I went to get treats, well okay, maybe I told them that. I head for the house; I’m escorted by big, friendly, hungry horses, who, CAN see.

Entering my bedroom to get my husband, I see he is already undergoing the same treatment. The charming dance steps on your body. The stop, drop and roll technique, and the, Duhhhh Roooooo, a real crowd pleaser and attention getter. My husband, alias, The Cave Bear, who can sleep through a train wreck in a howling hurricane, with a full orchestra playing, is up, and being ushered none too gently to the door. No sleeping through that, I smile.

Thrilled, my husband asks if I have the flashlight. Why yes, right here, blinding him. Now he is out there like a deer in the headlights. He can’t see horses crossing two feet in front of him. In fact, they are trying to get out of his way! “Where are they?” “Right in front of you, you could reach out and touch them”. “Gosh, you look like Frankenstein, with your arms stretched out and crashing around, get in here before you get kicked.”

Chili seems to be wondering what is wrong with us. Her whines have reached a crescendo and she is looking from one to the other. Why aren’t they giving the command? I know what to do, now let me do it. What’s wrong with him now? Why aren’t we running them off? She finally can’t stand it anymore and most likely felt she had to save our lives.

She breaks away from our blundering, circles left and gathers two, and pushes them to the right to join one that is happily enjoying my Lilies and delphiniums. She heads to the middle and charges three and tries to push them out of the yard. A stallion challenges her and refuses to budge. He’d like to stay it seems, and the others are sure enjoying themselves too.

Well, the shock! She drops her stuffed duck. That’s not gonna work! Out, out, out!
With an attitude for being disrespected, she gives a fierce charge, hackles up, and all four feet off the ground. She’s bucking and snorting like she does, and lit out after him. She works him, making him nervous with the circles she is doing around him. He has to keep turning around to keep an eye on her. She’s relentless and having the time of her life. She keeps circling him like nobody’s business. He decides she has way too much energy and is quite willing to oblige him all night. The Stallion snorts his opinion of her loudly, and moves out with the rest.

She stations herself at the end of the driveway, chest puffed out and eyes bright. Feeling important and proud of herself. Her job is safe, and she is the best one here for it, clearly. She would stay there for awhile, letting them see she is on the job and not going anywhere. I suspect, partly daring and wishing them to come back. She looks back at us with a sigh that said, “never mind, I got it, you two go back to bed before you get hurt, sheesh.” I think my dog was actually relieved none of her friends saw us!

Yes, good help is hard to find. Competent, expert help, at 2:30 in the morning, well, priceless.

Stay tuned for the next Adventure of 2Greeneyes, gosh, coming any second!

What On Earth?
Part 2
The Rest Of The Story
Please read “what in the World 1 first, as it is in the beginning and you will spoil the surprise. Just posted several days ago. Thanks, Hope you enjoy, GreenEyes

With no manners or mercy, she makes an effortless leap onto the bed. I am danced on, sneezed at, and licked awake with a start. “Huh? What?” Urgent whines, from my faithful companion, bring a sigh. “Oh Chili, what now?”. In the moonlight I see her throw her head back. Duhhhh Roooooo, Duhhhhh Roooo, the howl, I know so well. This is a code she uses whenever “Timmy falls in the well.” Gosh, all the time around here. I’d like to smack Timmy. Come right to his house at 2:30 in the morning and smack him good.

With effort, I get up, reaching for my glasses, knocking over my water glass into my pajama drawer, nice. “Chili, easy, heel”.

Making our way to the front door, we listen in the entry. Yes, munching is clearly heard. I peek out and at the end of the driveway I see two hazy forms. I can’t seem to focus. I keep blinking and just barely make out two large bodies, oddly shaped. Gosh they seem to be floating and bending, huh? I need to get a better look. Is it moose mauling my marigolds? No. Is it a herd of Elk come to call? No. Deer, No… Well, what on earth, is it?
Meanwhile, Chili’s making sure I know where she is. Why, should I need her services, she is right here, and here, and here, just in case you know, I didn’t see her or something. Around and around me she goes, wagging, yipping and looking like she’s about to catch on fire.

I feel dizzy and not right. Hmmmm, there’re different colors and huge, what the heck? I get a little closer and yep, the blurry shapes are horses, and their loose. The two, I’m looking at, are standing in the grass happily eating my address posts decorations. How come their standing still, yet I still hear walking around?
Suddenly a blast of warm air finds its way down the neck of my robe. I jump right out of my glasses and a miracle happens, I CAN SEE! I went to sleep and left my contacts in. In my haste, I put my glasses on over them and rendered myself blind, over corrected, and dizzy and nauseas! No wonder I can’t seem to see and feel sick! I’m out there in the dark with six eyes on! I would have been better off with one eye in the middle of my head! I must have been right in that horse’s face squinting, when he snorted me into a near cardiac arrest!

I re-focus and find myself amongst six horses that seemed happy to see me. “Hey Greeneyes, what you got?” “Got any oats, hmmmm, let’s see”. I back away from snorts and swishes, careful to speak softly. I think they thought I went to get treats, well okay, maybe I told them that. I head for the house; I’m escorted by big, friendly, hungry horses, who, CAN see.

Entering my bedroom to get my husband, I see he is already undergoing the same treatment. The charming dance steps on your body. The stop, drop and roll technique, and the, Duhhhh Roooooo, a real crowd pleaser and attention getter. My husband, alias, The Cave Bear, who can sleep through a train wreck in a howling hurricane, with a full orchestra playing, is up, and being ushered none too gently to the door. No sleeping through that, I smile.

Thrilled, my husband asks if I have the flashlight. Why yes, right here, blinding him. Now he is out there like a deer in the headlights. He can’t see horses crossing two feet in front of him. In fact, they are trying to get out of his way! “Where are they?” “Right in front of you, you could reach out and touch them”. “Gosh, you look like Frankenstein, with your arms stretched out and crashing around, get in here before you get kicked.”

Chili seems to be wondering what is wrong with us. Her whines have reached a crescendo and she is looking from one to the other. Why aren’t they giving the command? I know what to do, now let me do it. What’s wrong with him now? Why aren’t we running them off? She finally can’t stand it anymore and most likely felt she had to save our lives.

She breaks away from our blundering, circles left and gathers two, and pushes them to the right to join one that is happily enjoying my Lilies and delphiniums. She heads to the middle and charges three and tries to push them out of the yard. A stallion challenges her and refuses to budge. He’d like to stay it seems, and the others are sure enjoying themselves too.

Well, the shock! She drops her stuffed duck. That’s not gonna work! Out, out, out!
With an attitude for being disrespected, she gives a fierce charge, hackles up, and all four feet off the ground. She’s bucking and snorting like she does, and lit out after him. She works him, making him nervous with the circles she is doing around him. He has to keep turning around to keep an eye on her. She’s relentless and having the time of her life. She keeps circling him like nobody’s business. He decides she has way too much energy and is quite willing to oblige him all night. The Stallion snorts his opinion of her loudly, and moves out with the rest.

She stations herself at the end of the driveway, chest puffed out and eyes bright. Feeling important and proud of herself. Her job is safe, and she is the best one here for it, clearly. She would stay there for awhile, letting them see she is on the job and not going anywhere. I suspect, partly daring and wishing them to come back. She looks back at us with a sigh that said, “never mind, I got it, you two go back to bed before you get hurt, sheesh.” I think my dog was actually relieved none of her friends saw us!

Yes, good help is hard to find. Competent, expert help, at 2:30 in the morning, well, priceless.

Stay tuned for the next Adventure of 2Greeneyes, gosh, coming any second!

What On Earth?
Part 2
The Rest Of The Story
Please read “what in the World 1 first, as it is in the beginning and you will spoil the surprise. Just posted several days ago. Thanks, Hope you enjoy, GreenEyes

With no manners or mercy, she makes an effortless leap onto the bed. I am danced on, sneezed at, and licked awake with a start. “Huh? What?” Urgent whines, from my faithful companion, bring a sigh. “Oh Chili, what now?”. In the moonlight I see her throw her head back. Duhhhh Roooooo, Duhhhhh Roooo, the howl, I know so well. This is a code she uses whenever “Timmy falls in the well.” Gosh, all the time around here. I’d like to smack Timmy. Come right to his house at 2:30 in the morning and smack him good.

With effort, I get up, reaching for my glasses, knocking over my water glass into my pajama drawer, nice. “Chili, easy, heel”.

Making our way to the front door, we listen in the entry. Yes, munching is clearly heard. I peek out and at the end of the driveway I see two hazy forms. I can’t seem to focus. I keep blinking and just barely make out two large bodies, oddly shaped. Gosh they seem to be floating and bending, huh? I need to get a better look. Is it moose mauling my marigolds? No. Is it a herd of Elk come to call? No. Deer, No… Well, what on earth, is it?
Meanwhile, Chili’s making sure I know where she is. Why, should I need her services, she is right here, and here, and here, just in case you know, I didn’t see her or something. Around and around me she goes, wagging, yipping and looking like she’s about to catch on fire.

I feel dizzy and not right. Hmmmm, there’re different colors and huge, what the heck? I get a little closer and yep, the blurry shapes are horses, and their loose. The two, I’m looking at, are standing in the grass happily eating my address posts decorations. How come their standing still, yet I still hear walking around?
Suddenly a blast of warm air finds its way down the neck of my robe. I jump right out of my glasses and a miracle happens, I CAN SEE! I went to sleep and left my contacts in. In my haste, I put my glasses on over them and rendered myself blind, over corrected, and dizzy and nauseas! No wonder I can’t seem to see and feel sick! I’m out there in the dark with six eyes on! I would have been better off with one eye in the middle of my head! I must have been right in that horse’s face squinting, when he snorted me into a near cardiac arrest!

I re-focus and find myself amongst six horses that seemed happy to see me. “Hey Greeneyes, what you got?” “Got any oats, hmmmm, let’s see”. I back away from snorts and swishes, careful to speak softly. I think they thought I went to get treats, well okay, maybe I told them that. I head for the house; I’m escorted by big, friendly, hungry horses, who, CAN see.

Entering my bedroom to get my husband, I see he is already undergoing the same treatment. The charming dance steps on your body. The stop, drop and roll technique, and the, Duhhhh Roooooo, a real crowd pleaser and attention getter. My husband, alias, The Cave Bear, who can sleep through a train wreck in a howling hurricane, with a full orchestra playing, is up, and being ushered none too gently to the door. No sleeping through that, I smile.

Thrilled, my husband asks if I have the flashlight. Why yes, right here, blinding him. Now he is out there like a deer in the headlights. He can’t see horses crossing two feet in front of him. In fact, they are trying to get out of his way! “Where are they?” “Right in front of you, you could reach out and touch them”. “Gosh, you look like Frankenstein, with your arms stretched out and crashing around, get in here before you get kicked.”

Chili seems to be wondering what is wrong with us. Her whines have reached a crescendo and she is looking from one to the other. Why aren’t they giving the command? I know what to do, now let me do it. What’s wrong with him now? Why aren’t we running them off? She finally can’t stand it anymore and most likely felt she had to save our lives.

She breaks away from our blundering, circles left and gathers two, and pushes them to the right to join one that is happily enjoying my Lilies and delphiniums. She heads to the middle and charges three and tries to push them out of the yard. A stallion challenges her and refuses to budge. He’d like to stay it seems, and the others are sure enjoying themselves too.

Well, the shock! She drops her stuffed duck. That’s not gonna work! Out, out, out!
With an attitude for being disrespected, she gives a fierce charge, hackles up, and all four feet off the ground. She’s bucking and snorting like she does, and lit out after him. She works him, making him nervous with the circles she is doing around him. He has to keep turning around to keep an eye on her. She’s relentless and having the time of her life. She keeps circling him like nobody’s business. He decides she has way too much energy and is quite willing to oblige him all night. The Stallion snorts his opinion of her loudly, and moves out with the rest.

She stations herself at the end of the driveway, chest puffed out and eyes bright. Feeling important and proud of herself. Her job is safe, and she is the best one here for it, clearly. She would stay there for awhile, letting them see she is on the job and not going anywhere. I suspect, partly daring and wishing them to come back. She looks back at us with a sigh that said, “never mind, I got it, you two go back to bed before you get hurt, sheesh.” I think my dog was actually relieved none of her friends saw us!

Yes, good help is hard to find. Competent, expert help, at 2:30 in the morning, well, priceless.

Stay tuned for the next Adventure of 2Greeneyes, gosh, coming any second!

What On Earth?
Part 2
The Rest Of The Story
Please read “what in the World 1 first, as it is in the beginning and you will spoil the surprise. Just posted several days ago. Thanks, Hope you enjoy, GreenEyes

With no manners or mercy, she makes an effortless leap onto the bed. I am danced on, sneezed at, and licked awake with a start. “Huh? What?” Urgent whines, from my faithful companion, bring a sigh. “Oh Chili, what now?”. In the moonlight I see her throw her head back. Duhhhh Roooooo, Duhhhhh Roooo, the howl, I know so well. This is a code she uses whenever “Timmy falls in the well.” Gosh, all the time around here. I’d like to smack Timmy. Come right to his house at 2:30 in the morning and smack him good.

With effort, I get up, reaching for my glasses, knocking over my water glass into my pajama drawer, nice. “Chili, easy, heel”.

Making our way to the front door, we listen in the entry. Yes, munching is clearly heard. I peek out and at the end of the driveway I see two hazy forms. I can’t seem to focus. I keep blinking and just barely make out two large bodies, oddly shaped. Gosh they seem to be floating and bending, huh? I need to get a better look. Is it moose mauling my marigolds? No. Is it a herd of Elk come to call? No. Deer, No… Well, what on earth, is it?
Meanwhile, Chili’s making sure I know where she is. Why, should I need her services, she is right here, and here, and here, just in case you know, I didn’t see her or something. Around and around me she goes, wagging, yipping and looking like she’s about to catch on fire.

I feel dizzy and not right. Hmmmm, there’re different colors and huge, what the heck? I get a little closer and yep, the blurry shapes are horses, and their loose. The two, I’m looking at, are standing in the grass happily eating my address posts decorations. How come their standing still, yet I still hear walking around?
Suddenly a blast of warm air finds its way down the neck of my robe. I jump right out of my glasses and a miracle happens, I CAN SEE! I went to sleep and left my contacts in. In my haste, I put my glasses on over them and rendered myself blind, over corrected, and dizzy and nauseas! No wonder I can’t seem to see and feel sick! I’m out there in the dark with six eyes on! I would have been better off with one eye in the middle of my head! I must have been right in that horse’s face squinting, when he snorted me into a near cardiac arrest!

I re-focus and find myself amongst six horses that seemed happy to see me. “Hey Greeneyes, what you got?” “Got any oats, hmmmm, let’s see”. I back away from snorts and swishes, careful to speak softly. I think they thought I went to get treats, well okay, maybe I told them that. I head for the house; I’m escorted by big, friendly, hungry horses, who, CAN see.

Entering my bedroom to get my husband, I see he is already undergoing the same treatment. The charming dance steps on your body. The stop, drop and roll technique, and the, Duhhhh Roooooo, a real crowd pleaser and attention getter. My husband, alias, The Cave Bear, who can sleep through a train wreck in a howling hurricane, with a full orchestra playing, is up, and being ushered none too gently to the door. No sleeping through that, I smile.

Thrilled, my husband asks if I have the flashlight. Why yes, right here, blinding him. Now he is out there like a deer in the headlights. He can’t see horses crossing two feet in front of him. In fact, they are trying to get out of his way! “Where are they?” “Right in front of you, you could reach out and touch them”. “Gosh, you look like Frankenstein, with your arms stretched out and crashing around, get in here before you get kicked.”

Chili seems to be wondering what is wrong with us. Her whines have reached a crescendo and she is looking from one to the other. Why aren’t they giving the command? I know what to do, now let me do it. What’s wrong with him now? Why aren’t we running them off? She finally can’t stand it anymore and most likely felt she had to save our lives.

She breaks away from our blundering, circles left and gathers two, and pushes them to the right to join one that is happily enjoying my Lilies and delphiniums. She heads to the middle and charges three and tries to push them out of the yard. A stallion challenges her and refuses to budge. He’d like to stay it seems, and the others are sure enjoying themselves too.

Well, the shock! She drops her stuffed duck. That’s not gonna work! Out, out, out!
With an attitude for being disrespected, she gives a fierce charge, hackles up, and all four feet off the ground. She’s bucking and snorting like she does, and lit out after him. She works him, making him nervous with the circles she is doing around him. He has to keep turning around to keep an eye on her. She’s relentless and having the time of her life. She keeps circling him like nobody’s business. He decides she has way too much energy and is quite willing to oblige him all night. The Stallion snorts his opinion of her loudly, and moves out with the rest.

She stations herself at the end of the driveway, chest puffed out and eyes bright. Feeling important and proud of herself. Her job is safe, and she is the best one here for it, clearly. She would stay there for awhile, letting them see she is on the job and not going anywhere. I suspect, partly daring and wishing them to come back. She looks back at us with a sigh that said, “never mind, I got it, you two go back to bed before you get hurt, sheesh.” I think my dog was actually relieved none of her friends saw us!

Yes, good help is hard to find. Competent, expert help, at 2:30 in the morning, well, priceless.

Stay tuned for the next Adventure of 2Greeneyes, gosh, coming any second!

What On Earth?
Part 2
The Rest Of The Story
Please read “what in the World 1 first,http://help.com/post/301171-what-on-earth, as it is in the beginning and you will spoil the surprise. Just posted several days ago. Thanks, Hope you enjoy, GreenEyes

With no manners or mercy, she makes an effortless leap onto the bed. I am danced on, sneezed at, and licked awake with a start. “Huh? What?” Urgent whines, from my faithful companion, bring a sigh. “Oh Chili, what now?”. In the moonlight I see her throw her head back. Duhhhh Roooooo, Duhhhhh Roooo, the howl, I know so well. This is a code she uses whenever “Timmy falls in the well.” Gosh, all the time around here. I’d like to smack Timmy. Come right to his house at 2:30 in the morning and smack him good.

With effort, I get up, reaching for my glasses, knocking over my water glass into my pajama drawer, nice. “Chili, easy, heel”.

Making our way to the front door, we listen in the entry. Yes, munching is clearly heard. I peek out and at the end of the driveway I see two hazy forms. I can’t seem to focus. I keep blinking and just barely make out two large bodies, oddly shaped. Gosh they seem to be floating and bending, huh? I need to get a better look. Is it moose mauling my marigolds? No. Is it a herd of Elk come to call? No. Deer, No… Well, what on earth, is it?
Meanwhile, Chili’s making sure I know where she is. Why, should I need her services, she is right here, and here, and here, just in case you know, I didn’t see her or something. Around and around me she goes, wagging, yipping and looking like she’s about to catch on fire.

I feel dizzy and not right. Hmmmm, there’re different colors and huge, what the heck? I get a little closer and yep, the blurry shapes are horses, and their loose. The two, I’m looking at, are standing in the grass happily eating my address posts decorations. How come their standing still, yet I still hear walking around?
Suddenly a blast of warm air finds its way down the neck of my robe. I jump right out of my glasses and a miracle happens, I CAN SEE! I went to sleep and left my contacts in. In my haste, I put my glasses on over them and rendered myself blind, over corrected, and dizzy and nauseas! No wonder I can’t seem to see and feel sick! I’m out there in the dark with six eyes on! I would have been better off with one eye in the middle of my head! I must have been right in that horse’s face squinting, when he snorted me into a near cardiac arrest!

I re-focus and find myself amongst six horses that seemed happy to see me. “Hey Greeneyes, what you got?” “Got any oats, hmmmm, let’s see”. I back away from snorts and swishes, careful to speak softly. I think they thought I went to get treats, well okay, maybe I told them that. I head for the house; I’m escorted by big, friendly, hungry horses, who, CAN see.

Entering my bedroom to get my husband, I see he is already undergoing the same treatment. The charming dance steps on your body. The stop, drop and roll technique, and the, Duhhhh Roooooo, a real crowd pleaser and attention getter. My husband, alias, The Cave Bear, who can sleep through a train wreck in a howling hurricane, with a full orchestra playing, is up, and being ushered none too gently to the door. No sleeping through that, I smile.

Thrilled, my husband asks if I have the flashlight. Why yes, right here, blinding him. Now he is out there like a deer in the headlights. He can’t see horses crossing two feet in front of him. In fact, they are trying to get out of his way! “Where are they?” “Right in front of you, you could reach out and touch them”. “Gosh, you look like Frankenstein, with your arms stretched out and crashing around, get in here before you get kicked.”

Chili seems to be wondering what is wrong with us. Her whines have reached a crescendo and she is looking from one to the other. Why aren’t they giving the command? I know what to do, now let me do it. What’s wrong with him now? Why aren’t we running them off? She finally can’t stand it anymore and most likely felt she had to save our lives.

She breaks away from our blundering, circles left and gathers two, and pushes them to the right to join one that is happily enjoying my Lilies and delphiniums. She heads to the middle and charges three and tries to push them out of the yard. A stallion challenges her and refuses to budge. He’d like to stay it seems, and the others are sure enjoying themselves too.

Well, the shock! She drops her stuffed duck. That’s not gonna work! Out, out, out!
With an attitude for being disrespected, she gives a fierce charge, hackles up, and all four feet off the ground. She’s bucking and snorting like she does, and lit out after him. She works him, making him nervous with the circles she is doing around him. He has to keep turning around to keep an eye on her. She’s relentless and having the time of her life. She keeps circling him like nobody’s business. He decides she has way too much energy and is quite willing to oblige him all night. The Stallion snorts his opinion of her loudly, and moves out with the rest.

She stations herself at the end of the driveway, chest puffed out and eyes bright. Feeling important and proud of herself. Her job is safe, and she is the best one here for it, clearly. She would stay there for awhile, letting them see she is on the job and not going anywhere. I suspect, partly daring and wishing them to come back. She looks back at us with a sigh that said, “never mind, I got it, you two go back to bed before you get hurt, sheesh.” I think my dog was actually relieved none of her friends saw us!

Yes, good help is hard to find. Competent, expert help, at 2:30 in the morning, well, priceless.

Stay tuned for the next Adventure of 2Greeneyes, gosh, coming any second!

What On Earth?
Part 2
The Rest Of The Story
Please read “what in the World 1 first,http://help.com/post/301171-what-on-earth, as it is in the beginning and you will spoil the surprise. Just posted several days ago. Thanks, Hope you enjoy, GreenEyes

With no manners or mercy, she makes an effortless leap onto the bed. I am danced on, sneezed at, and licked awake with a start. “Huh? What?” Urgent whines, from my faithful companion, bring a sigh. “Oh Chili, what now?”. In the moonlight I see her throw her head back. Duhhhh Roooooo, Duhhhhh Roooo, the howl, I know so well. This is a code she uses whenever “Timmy falls in the well.” Gosh, all the time around here. I’d like to smack Timmy. Come right to his house at 2:30 in the morning and smack him good.

With effort, I get up, reaching for my glasses, knocking over my water glass into my pajama drawer, nice. “Chili, easy, heel”.

Making our way to the front door, we listen in the entry. Yes, munching is clearly heard. I peek out and at the end of the driveway I see two hazy forms. I can’t seem to focus. I keep blinking and just barely make out two large bodies, oddly shaped. Gosh they seem to be floating and bending, huh? I need to get a better look. Is it moose mauling my marigolds? No. Is it a herd of Elk come to call? No. Deer, No… Well, what on earth, is it?
Meanwhile, Chili’s making sure I know where she is. Why, should I need her services, she is right here, and here, and here, just in case you know, I didn’t see her or something. Around and around me she goes, wagging, yipping and looking like she’s about to catch on fire.

I feel dizzy and not right. Hmmmm, there’re different colors and huge, what the heck? I get a little closer and yep, the blurry shapes are horses, and their loose. The two, I’m looking at, are standing in the grass happily eating my address posts decorations. How come their standing still, yet I still hear walking around?
Suddenly a blast of warm air finds its way down the neck of my robe. I jump right out of my glasses and a miracle happens, I CAN SEE! I went to sleep and left my contacts in. In my haste, I put my glasses on over them and rendered myself blind, over corrected, and dizzy and nauseas! No wonder I can’t seem to see and feel sick! I’m out there in the dark with six eyes on! I would have been better off with one eye in the middle of my head! I must have been right in that horse’s face squinting, when he snorted me into a near cardiac arrest!

I re-focus and find myself amongst six horses that seemed happy to see me. “Hey Greeneyes, what you got?” “Got any oats, hmmmm, let’s see”. I back away from snorts and swishes, careful to speak softly. I think they thought I went to get treats, well okay, maybe I told them that. I head for the house; I’m escorted by big, friendly, hungry horses, who, CAN see.

Entering my bedroom to get my husband, I see he is already undergoing the same treatment. The charming dance steps on your body. The stop, drop and roll technique, and the, Duhhhh Roooooo, a real crowd pleaser and attention getter. My husband, alias, The Cave Bear, who can sleep through a train wreck in a howling hurricane, with a full orchestra playing, is up, and being ushered none too gently to the door. No sleeping through that, I smile.

Thrilled, my husband asks if I have the flashlight. Why yes, right here, blinding him. Now he is out there like a deer in the headlights. He can’t see horses crossing two feet in front of him. In fact, they are trying to get out of his way! “Where are they?” “Right in front of you, you could reach out and touch them”. “Gosh, you look like Frankenstein, with your arms stretched out and crashing around, get in here before you get kicked.”

Chili seems to be wondering what is wrong with us. Her whines have reached a crescendo and she is looking from one to the other. Why aren’t they giving the command? I know what to do, now let me do it. What’s wrong with him now? Why aren’t we running them off? She finally can’t stand it anymore and most likely felt she had to save our lives.

She breaks away from our blundering, circles left and gathers two, and pushes them to the right to join one that is happily enjoying my Lilies and delphiniums. She heads to the middle and charges three and tries to push them out of the yard. A stallion challenges her and refuses to budge. He’d like to stay it seems, and the others are sure enjoying themselves too.

Well, the shock! She drops her stuffed duck. That’s not gonna work! Out, out, out!
With an attitude for being disrespected, she gives a fierce charge, hackles up, and all four feet off the ground. She’s bucking and snorting like she does, and lit out after him. She works him, making him nervous with the circles she is doing around him. He has to keep turning around to keep an eye on her. She’s relentless and having the time of her life. She keeps circling him like nobody’s business. He decides she has way too much energy and is quite willing to oblige him all night. The Stallion snorts his opinion of her loudly, and moves out with the rest.

She stations herself at the end of the driveway, chest puffed out and eyes bright. Feeling important and proud of herself. Her job is safe, and she is the best one here for it, clearly. She would stay there for awhile, letting them see she is on the job and not going anywhere. I suspect, partly daring and wishing them to come back. She looks back at us with a sigh that said, “never mind, I got it, you two go back to bed before you get hurt, sheesh.” I think my dog was actually relieved none of her friends saw us!

Yes, good help is hard to find. Competent, expert help, at 2:30 in the morning, well, priceless.

Stay tuned for the next Adventure of 2Greeneyes, gosh, coming any second!

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