Well, ahoy me maties and shiver me timbers…today is International Talk Like a Pirate Day and because I apparently enjoy living dangerously, I thought why not try for another photo session with the ninja to celebrate it. I mean if she would no doubt pay me back anyway for the birthday Gotcha Day picture session, why not go all in and really make it worth her while? It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve walked the plank so I decided to go all in. It wasn’t as easy as you might think. Let’s review the process of how we got here after a few tidbits about how this day became what it is today.
Back in 1995, pals John Bauer and Mark Summer were playing racket ball together and randomly chiding each other by talking in an exaggerated form of pirate talk for the day just for fun. They decided to mark the day annually on Summer’s ex birthday so they’d be sure to remember it. For a few years it was celebrated mostly amongst themselves and friends until humorist Dave Barry brought public attention to it in 2002.
Now let’s see what it took for us to get here.
Step 1. Locate the hat thingy that Sam wore a few years back at a hospital visit one Halloween. Pull out the box that houses all the hats and bandanas. Drat, it wasn’t there.
Step 2. Ok then, no biggy. Find the bag with a couple of Halloween costume items. Normally I loathe the whole Halloween thing because the doorbell ringing always drove the dogs nuts but when I worked, our department was always a leader in clever costumes so I have a couple of old standbys from those days I can tap.
Step 3. Closet where the costumes live 99.9% of the time was going to need organizing in order for me to reach said bag that houses the costumes.
Step 4. Well I figured since I’m organizing any way, guess I’d better vacuum while I’m pulling things out, right? It’ll only take a second but discover vacuuming takes a while since I’ve been purging books, clothes and household items no longer being utilized into a large pile that I need to maneuver around. Grr…where the heck is THAT doggone bag in this mess?
Step 5. A-ha…find the bag. Rifle through it, poop…the Davey Jones hat thingy not there. However there is one other bag it might be in so I go find a step ladder to easily pull that one down to check.
Step 6. Eureka…finally found the Davey Jones hat thingy but realize it’s in the wrong bag so reorganize both bags to reflect what’s what. Get out labelmaker to identify the boxes both bags will now live in. Have successfully cleaned the shelves, reorganized the Halloween stuff and managed to find a bunch of old craft projects never started and arrange to include them in the pile headed for the thrift shop. This only took a couple of hours. Ugh, I’m tired and think maybe just forget the whole bloody thing.
Step 7. Fortuitously (or not, depending which side of the fence you’re on) Elsa sashays into the studio. Ooh, ooh, energy surges through my evil veins…”come here said the spider to the fly!”
Step 8. Surprisingly and unwittingly, Elsa waltzes over. I spend several minutes showering her with praise and ear rubs. She’s unsuspecting but now she’s giving me the signal she’d like to take a potty break. Sigh. To accommodate the princess, I take time to take her outside where she sniffs, sniffs, and sniffs some more. Finally, success. This only took 20 minutes.
Step 9. Aware I better strike while the iron is hot, I go into the pantry and pull out the chicken jerky and begin to cut up several pieces. Elsa’s nose catches that nirvana sweet smell of chicken and follows me into the living room, Davey Jones hat and chicken jerky in hand.
Step 10. I ask Elsa to sit politely. She’s starting to realize she’s walked into a trap while giving her a treat, and she plops down as I wave another one in front of her nose. Now I have her full attention. Like Blackbeard, I slyly go to set the scene.
Step 11. I slowly pull the hat from my pocket. “Uh-oh…what did I get myself into” expression flashes crossed Elsa’s face. Enter another well-timed treat. She relaxes-whew.
Step 12. Anchor hat on Elsa’s head which drops because she now realizes exactly what’s coming.
Step 13. Hold up head with the booty under her nose to get her attention. She perks up-snap!
Step 14. This old salt may be just a landlubber but I’m in the groove. I pull out another piece of jerky and wave it under the lassie’s nose. She sniffs at it like a true buccaneer and takes it ever so gently. Yum, she thinks…is this a great country or what?
Step 15. Snapping simultaneously as my hand quickly pulls out of the frame, I capture this pic. She may be a black dog and harder than heck to get any decent pic but after nearly 3 hours of preparation, I have my prize and shout for joy! Bonus, I have a clean and organized closet-woohoo!
Step 16. Elsa’s thinking ‘dead men tell no tales’ but another well timed piece of chicken jerky seems to make her forget her indignity for a few seconds. I retrieve the hat, put it in my pocket and dispense yet another treat.
Step 17. “Aye, aye, maybe this wasn’t so bad,” Elsa thinks. She even wags her tail a bit which she seems to know will also be rewarded since she’s not much of a tail wagger.
“X” marked the spot and we all found our respective treasure. Luckily for us, we have some time before there’s another photo session. I don’t think I can do this again any time soon.
Have fun today with International Talk Like a Pirate Day. All I can say is “thank heavens for Dave Berry and chicken jerky.”
Live, love, bark! 🐾
I think you deserve a treat as well for going through all that! LOL! It cracked me up and Elsa looks like my favorite pirate! But I would definitely watch my back if I was you. 😂
Who would have thought a simple photo had such a story behind it?! Well at least that closet is tidy and clean even if it took a couple of hours to set it up. 😆
It was entertaining. Now your work is done and you can relax! 🙂
Bwahahahaha! Relax? Around the Ranch? Surely you jest. 🤣
LOL! Yes, what was I thinking. 😄
Sorry I’m late with this…I’ve had a few issues on my plate lately…LOVE that pic of Elsa with that “hat thingy” on her head! Good job!! I remember how difficult it was to get good pix of Ducky at times, thanks to her black furs. I have a feeling, though, that Ducky was far more cooperative than Elsa. 😂
Perhaps just a tad. LOL 😂
P.S. Hope everything is okay. Thinking of you.
You know I just realized….all these years of blogging and we never joined in on talk like a pirate day! Maybe next year, you sure made it look fun!
Thank you-we usually don’t participate either-not sure what made it try it this year, especially with Elsa’s reluctance for photo taking sessions. I’ve either gotta more goofy or enjoy living dangerously with a ninja. 😆 It was a nice bonus getting an organized closet out of the post. LOL Special thanks for swinging by the Ranch. We 💙 visitors, pirates and landlubbers alike. P.S. I tried to subscribe to your blog but couldn’t figure out how to do it. You’re on Blogger and I didn’t see a subscribe button. Any help would be most appreciated. Your collies are beyond adorable.
Ahoy! We at the Golden K are wishin’ ye a good natter like pirate day!
Thanks Mike. We hope the rum flowed at the Golden K yesterday. 🥃
Well you definitely scored a great pirate photo BUT Elsa looks like she’s already plotting revenge for the agony of wearing that pirate get-up! Watch your back!
Hugs, Pam
Oh don’t I know it?! 😆
Arrgghhhhh! I missed your Queenly day, Elsa…here’s why:
…we are on a borrowed computer, the ‘real’ one is in the ‘hospital’…
Anyways, I am late for Pirate Day, too…walk the plank?? Sheesh, I did get here on the right day, if you count in your time zone…LOL!
Rum and jerky for all!!
Not a problem. We’re big on celebrating for at least a week, sometimes the whole month! We hope your computer makes a full and speedy recovery. 😊
Mew mew mew mew Miss Monika yore so heelareeus!!! An brave!
An due NOT let Elsa see THE foto or you will bee ‘walkin THE plank”!!!
Lookin mitey fine Elsa …. ROFM/ROFL…….
Nope wee not laffin….
BellaDharma an BellaSita Mum
Thanks, dear kitty and Mum. After the birthday photo shoot, I figured I couldn’t lose anything. Gulp…hope springs eternal. Besides, I have a full bag of chicken jerky. LOL 😆
I admire your determination! I’m tired just hearing about the effort it took!
Tell me about it!
Oh no! A kraken pirate is eating your head. 🙂
Haha! I think Elsa can probably take care of him easily. I’d put my 💰on her!
Aye, matey, well-done! 😀
Thanks. We managed to get through it. I have a clean closet and Elsa has enough chicken jerky in her to last until the next big photo shoot. 🤣
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Wow. I don’t think I’m that dedicated to doing a post to go through all that. Nice you got your closet cleaned out, though! Cute picture of the Ninja!!
Thank you. It wasn’t supposed to be such a big deal but then a lot of plans end up like that. But we both seemed to come up winners-Elsa with her favorite treats and me with a decluttered and clean closet. Yay us!
All’s well that ends well!
OMG! You have more patience than I do. Of course, my cats would kill me if I tried to put any costume on them. They don’t wear collars so they are not used to stuff on them. All the treats in the world wouldn’t work. Well, maybe for Gus who is a real sucker for them but even he knows when they are accompanied by an ear cleaning and he makes himself scarce!
Funny how they seem to sense disasters. Elsa I has been giving me a wide berth. Can’t imagine why but she is 🤣
Well done, Elsa. I’m coming over to share wine with mom.
I linked this post to Happy Tuesday. Love and hugs to you both. ♥
Thanks, Miss Sandee. Mom will be thrilled to share some wine with you! And thanks for hooking us up with the link-you’re the best!
Yohoho and a bottle of rum (or wine for Mum) and a bag of treats for Elsa!!
Ooh, we like the sounds of that!! 🍷🦴
We’d enjoy partying with you!
Suckered her right in! Love this ❤️🤣
Gotta strike while the iron’s hot. I think she’s jonesing on the liberal treats being dispensed. #sucker 😆
Chicken jerky — shameless bribery or just rewards? You be the judge …
Yes. 🤣
You need a nice rest on a Caribbean island after all that……
With sufficient liquid supplies. LOL!
Arr, mate! It’s fun to be a bit silly at times.
Good one Matey.