Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Wordy Wednesday: What to Do When Thomas the Tank Engine Invades Your Home


We have been away from blogging most of the summer and once again Mom apologizes. She's been off doing PT for her hip and knee and long stretches at the computer seem to aggravate the condition.

This picture was taken a few weeks ago when one of our favorite littles was visiting. He keeps a supply of Thomas Wooden trains at our house and while Bailey loves playing engineer with him, Katy is a bit more wary of where those train tracks and trains are traveling. While the small one was also thrilled with the construction equipment that was working down the street, including the highlight of the day, a street sweeper, Miss Katy decided a place of retreat was required from those dangerous machines. She tried to convince the little one he needed to join her, but no luck there. The little sheep do not recognize the dangers some times.



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17 comments:

  1. BOL We think Miss Katy has the right idea!

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  2. Sometimes it's hard when the humans don't understand the dangers!

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  3. Aw, it's tough teaching those youngsters about dogs when their little. :)

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  4. we would be hiding like crazy if little peeps ever visited us = let alone the trains

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  5. Safe spots are a good thing. Those noisy machines are very dangerous. Meowrrr.

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  6. Bet you make the perfect engineer
    Snorts,
    Lily & Edward

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  7. Thomas the Tank Engine lives at our house too. Many years ago I'm told my human brother played with them (that was before my time), then they lived in the attic, and now they are back in the family room for the grandkids! I don't mind them though, I just lay down in the middle of the track and go to sleep. Have fun with your little visitor, you can keep watch from under the furniture just fine :)

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  8. I think trains are more for the boys anyhow. I bet now if there were dolls involved and a tea party Miss Kathy would have joined in. Now about the street sweeper why I love to watch them from my fence.
    Thanks for being a friend
    Sweet William The Scot

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    1. It's funny you should mention dolls. Years before we had Katy one of the now older littles had a baby doll. It was wrapped in a doll blanket, etc. I think it had a powdery smell to it and the child wanted Bailey to like her "baby." It totally freaked Bailey out. I don't know if it was because he was used to kids having stuffed animals not babies that looked real, but didn't smell real or what, but that baby doll freaked him out for the time the child's family was staying with us.

      Oddly enough I've had other dolls that I use as samples, but they are never played with, just used to make sure the outfits I make to donate fit the dolls the kids will be getting. Katy is curious about them, but other than an occasional sniff ignores them. Bailey has never been bothered by them and I wonder if it is because they don't get treated like pretend humans.

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  9. We don't blame you Katy, we would probably be hiding too!! Trains can be a little scary!!
    Smileys!
    Dory, Jakey, Arty & Bilbo

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  10. I think Katy has found a bunker to be safe from that tank.

    Sherman

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  11. Rita would probably do the same! Looks Lke a good hiding spot! (Hope the PT is going well!)

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  12. I have some experience with THomas the Train, too, and they can be a bit scary!

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  13. I think that she found the perfect place to avoid a train collision! Happy National Dog Day!

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  14. Miss Katy is a Sheltie after Dakota's heart.
    He would have done the same.
    Hoping PT helps your knee and you are feeling better soon!
    DakotasDen

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