'What time is it? Still January 1st?'
'Wake us up on the 3rd- and there better be a beach trip involved.'
(Likelihood high there will be movement prior to this date should the aroma of organic apple wood smoked bacon be detected.)
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
A Most Proper Way To Greet The New Year
'What time is it? Still January 1st?'
'Wake us up on the 3rd- and there better be a beach trip involved.'
(Likelihood high there will be movement prior to this date should the aroma of organic apple wood smoked bacon be detected.)
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lol. Are these your guys/ladies? Boy; a different world from mine; who are out guarding the farm all night, every night. Both Daisy and Theodore absolutely refuse to sleep in the nice (expensive!) doghouses we provided for them. May have to bring them in, in a few nights- we know they're fine down to -20°F; but we'll be going colder than that.
ReplyDeleteMabel and Moose-Henry; AKA 'The Pit Poodles', 'Baby Monsters' and 'No, I Will Not Throw The Ball Into The Pool For You To Retrieve It For Six Consecutive Hours!' (Okay, maybe that last one is just something I say way too often...). Anyway, yes these throw-away canines live the most ridiculous and pampered lives and would not know how to properly 'dog' if their lives depended upon it.
DeleteA few years back (before the hawk murders...) I had several chickens, one of which had cleverly figured out how to use the doggy door and would quite happily walk (and poop) around the house until she found her favorite full length mirror to sit (and poop) in front of until I came home hours later and booted her out. No matter how emphatically I tried to enlist the help of the canines (a term I use loosely when speaking of them...) to keep the bird out, they never saw my point and were more than content to share afternoon naps with the vain chicken in the cool house. That was the summer my brain developed new pathways in regard to outsmarting chickens. (Truly a struggle...)
:)
I thought I saw some pit in there; but it wasn't certain. The other part actually poodelish?
DeletePeople who think chickens are dumb have never lived with them... freakazoid aliens, yes; dumb, no. You are cracking me up, here. At least- I have my chickens, and guineas, (the hawk slaughter survivors) trained to eat snow, as their exclusive water supply now- since trying to keep their water from freezing would consume 40% of my available time and energy... they still insist on eating, though.
Pit; genetics
DeletePoodle; mental affect
Chickens; TOTALLY brainiac alien freakazoids (I really love them for that...)
:)
P.S. You'll hate me for saying it, but I really miss snow!!!!
ReplyDelete:D
Nope, don't hate you for it. :-) I'm actually a transplant here; grew up in the tropics in the Navy - so it's allowed for me to LIKE winter. Local borns seem to be required to hate it- just another in the long list of bizarrenesses our species accumulates. I enjoy the seasons, every time. What the hay, why not??
ReplyDeleteThey're ALL pit? no mix?
Mmmmmm....tropics. Just the thought of it makes me want to drink cold coconut water!
ReplyDeleteAs for the ancestry of dogs, meh, anyone's guess, really. Probably backyard bred mutts brought into being at the insistence of some misguided 19 year old boys in search of cash, proof of masculinity or bait for fighting. Poor things have at least enough pit to be identified as such and so were deemed 'dangerous' and 'un-adoptable' (as The Savior Of All Lost Causes, of course I had to intervene...). The label is unfortunate as all dogs are such great people.
Although these two seem to be the exception to that rule as they are spoiled beyond reason and thoroughly annoying.
;)