On Saturday morning – Finley tried to “Gaslight” me. Ok let me explain this reference. Back in the 1940’s a movie by the name of “Gaslight” was made. It starred some major players at the time, Ingrid Bergman, for one and it was the debut of 18 year old Angela Lansbury. The gist of the movie is: This man murders an opera singer for her jewels but never finds them. This is witnessed by the opera singer’s 9 year old niece. Flash forward 15 years (approx.) and the niece is now grown and also a trained opera singer. Enter the “bad man” – he puts on the charm and woos the youngster into marrying him and moving into her deceased aunts house that she had left to her niece. He says that is so she can move on with her memories. He moves all the furniture, etc that had belonged to her aunt into the attic and locks it away. Locking away the “bad” mojo. Then this “bad guy” proceeds to do things like remove a painting in the hall, he makes the “gaslights” that line the halls flicker and makes sounds coming from the locked attic, makes her jewelry mysteriously disappear, makes his missing pocket watch show up in her purse, you know just stuff like that without her realizing he is doing it. He makes her believe she is slowly losing her mind. He is “Gaslighting” her. Eventually he is found out by the original detective on the case of the Aunts unsolved murder. That detective recognized the niece’s resemblance to the aunt and then saw some strange behavior made by the “bad man”. So he looks into the matter further – watches the guy enter into the “locked” attic from a skylight entrance from the roof. The detective goes to the house and talks with the niece while the man is moving about up in the attic and messing with the “gaslights”. The poor niece who at this point thought for sure she really was going crazy now completely understands that she was being set up. And together with the detective, they catch the guy red-handed. So now you know the term “Gaslight”. Well,Finley tried to Gaslight me! So, Saturday morning – as my routine usually goes like this every single morning – we go throw the ball for a bit before he gets breakfast or has to go to GG house to wait for her to get up and get breakfast. So just like normal we head out to the front yard with the chucker and his absolute favorite blue chucker ball. I personally think he loves it because it is rubber and feels good to chomp down on, it has little holes in the sides so it also makes a cool noise when it is all nice and slobbery, and of course, it is blue. He does or I should say did have a matching ball but it was orange. Sadly, that orange orb of rubbery goodness has been MIA for weeks now. Sad Day that was, but I digress. So, I am a “chuckin” my little heart out over the center area where Finster is running with a huge smile on his face trying his absolute best to catch the blue ball of joy on the first bounce. (You gotta say, he is darned good at that by the way – he catches that ball in midair all the time). And just like most days, he runs and brings it back for another go several times until it is time for a potty stop. I figure after all that good leg stretching – he gets the body moving and other things need to move along too, if you catch my drift. So he gives me the head nod, yep, he gives me the head nod indicating he has to “take a knee” and go “read a novel”. That is when I usually go about watering stuff, getting a cup of tea, you know stuff like that, while I await his return so we can go prepare breakfast. After a bit longer of a “potty” break this Saturday morning, ( he was up wandering around the back of GG house near the old chicken coop/wood shed), he comes a trottin back, just as happy as can be. BUT WAIT, WHAT IS THIS?? I know he had a blue ball when he left and there he is just a smiling away with a nice squishy ORANGE ball in his mouth. I was very happy that he managed to remember where he “left” the orange globe of goodness but now WHERE THE HECK IS THE BLUE BALL???? LMAO Turd – he definitely tried to “gaslight me”, pretty sure it was intentional. I think the little turd just wanted to make sure I was paying attention. LOL So by this time, your Ron has finally roused himself from his slumber and is dressed in his best Nanook of the North outfit (long sleeves, jeans, shoes, socks, coat, Hat and gloves ) you know because at 7:00 am it is a frigid 54 degrees outside. BRRRR LMAO I am casually dressed in a tshirt and shorts. I did have shoes and socks on as I was out playing with the dogs. Well I may have exaggerated a bit – he did not have the gloves and hat – but I am pretty sure that if they were handy – he would have. LOL So anyway, Ron emerges just in time for him to see Finley with the orange sphere of pleasure. I relate the story of the “gaslighting” attempt by the furry beast to him and suggested that the Blue ball of Juicy slobberyness may be in hiding somewhere near the wood/coop behind gg’s house. And as the good boy he is, Ron that is, LOL, he wandered off with the tail wagging Finster to go round up that missing sphere. And they were SUCCESFULL!! Woohoo Finley, the lucky pup, has both his super happy balls back at the moment! Insert little happy face guy slapping the ground rolling around laughing. (Upon re-reading that last sentence. – OMG – ROFL – That would be a dream of many a male pup!) Oh and upon further inspection of Mr. Orange Sphere – it now is nicely faded on one side.