Gettin' Down And Fluffy

How to get D-o-w-n 'N FLUFFY...

Since this is a blog concerning mostly farm funnies... you may be wondering about what getting down and getting fluffy is ...

Getting Down 'N FLUFFY... is actually our Doberman, Katie's, terminology.

Katy is now 9 months old (in dog years think, late adolescent... think Jr. High age... toss in a two year old, who is teething... plus a teen thinking they are 21... TA DA!! Jr.-teen-dobie -pup!)

Lets set the stage...

Granny is doing some major cleaning. Usually this is done in the spring/fall with a burst of energy and enthusiasm. She used to be able to accomplish this in a single bound - in a single day... My, what has happened here? For Granny, major cleaning involves getting to the "bottom" of stuff, plus organizing, putting things back where they should go and of course tossing out accumulated stuff, and well, you get the drift...

Today's inspiration was neither from spring or fall. The credit goes to some rotten little critter who decided spring/fall cleaning was perhaps delayed and decided to kick things off by giving up the ghost in some inaccessible corner of things.

Now, when you live on a farm... some little (sometimes bigger) critter who is very clever sometimes gets past the cat guard (or the guards are getting too much yummy cat food to be interested in guard duty) and eventually succumbs. Usually in the most inconvenient place possible. After a while, one "discovers" they have left this planet... only in spirit (sadly)... as they have a way of letting their departed presence linger... argh!! This time it was the bedroom.

So Granny has decided on some ground-level cleaning to discover the remains and give them a more proper resting place. This involves sweeping out all the nooks and crannies and tossing what needs washing out into the hall, what needs re-filed onto the bed, and those things needing to be permanently tossed into a trash bag.

While I can't say she was merrily doing this job... she did lose track of time a bit. All the while saying things like,"Will you dogs settle down?" She thought they were using the blankets tossed into the hall for washing as a comfy cushion. Hmmmmm... NOT!!

When Granny had reached a somewhat clear spot and was thus able to unearth herself, come up for air, get a cup of coffee and let the dogs out for another run, YIKES! Not only the hall, but the entire living room had been re-carpeted. While Granny might have appreciated this, given the right format and circumstances, this was not one of those times!

Katie had discovered a fluffy pillow, just waiting for it's turn to be washed...Pillow no more!

Granny muttered to herself about her odd love for dogs, especially puppies... especially puppies with teeth!

Granny kept muttering as she sorted fluff from various chew toys (that were apparently not being chewed on in favor of feather pillows) and briefly missed her long departed heart buddy, Tigger, the love-able Irish Wolf hound who always had a mind of his own. Unfortunately, due to a bit of stubbornness,this caused him not to be dear to anyone else. Tigger always enjoyed grannies cleaning efforts and even had a way of gratefully acknowledging the cleaning and fluffing of his bed. (Perhaps that is one reason Granny loved him so. During that time, it seemed there wasn't another soul under the same roof who was grateful... three teens, hormones and hubby with midlife stresses, yikes!) With the help of Tigger, Granny survived. Thank you, God, for dogs. (Well, for kids and hubbies too, and maybe even for hormones and mid-life stresses... Now that they are over... And yes, even for dear, pillow-shredding Katies, who are still growing...)

So now the fluff is cleaned up, the blankets are blowing in the breeze on the clothes line, and the pillows that survived the "fluffing" are outside sunning as well. Katie is napping, some hay has gone to the horses, the bedroom cleaning still needs to be finished and now this fluffy story is ending...

May you have a really fluffy day, not with pillow fluff, but one with warm billows of love from friends and family... Especially if you have teething two-year-olds, teens, raging hormones, midlife stresses, or pillow-fluffing puppies!