Lassie

Did you know that the TV show Lassie ran for 19 seasons? That dog was older than Mehusiwoof.

Also, out of the hundreds of episodes, there was never one where Timmy fell down a well. That's just a joke trope. There was even an episode called "The Well," but no one fell into said well.

These little facts are from some very half-assed googling, which is an activity my conservative friends know as "research." I had a smart dog moment that was Lassie-worthy, and that's probably where I should have started this post, but I went down the internet Lassie rabbit hole instead.

Prettier than my mutts.

It was pretty early Saturday morning. I was woken by Rosie, barking incessantly outside. I did the thing where you pull the pillow over your head and hope the interruption will go away, but I couldn't not hear the noise.

Finally, I went down. Ro was facing the house and still barking. I went out the door and followed her eyes, and the little girl cat, Lola, was just sitting on the dog balcony, enjoying the pretty morning. She had clearly learned how to use the dog door.

I can only think that Rosie spotted this, knew she hadn't been outside yet, and thought it was something that I should know. As soon as she saw me on the scene, she went back in to the house and back to bed. Ro isn't a morning dog.

Bugsy joined her in dog-door-passagemaking on Sunday, so we have two indoor-outdoor cats now. For the moment, they've stuck to our yard. Cats wander, but we haven't had any so attached to each other and to their dinner bowl as these two, so hopefully they don't venture far and don't stay long.

In other yard news, our neighbors moved away this weekend, so if you want to live where dogs bark early on Saturday mornings and cats wander around begging for food, let me know.