Charlie Update

Do you all remember this sad face from many many months ago? He's the dog who showed up by our fence and who prompted me to think of LEPTOSPIROSIS in that horrible voice they use on cheap commercials for diarrhea...Um...moving along. He had a cute happy face and really just needed a home. Remember?

Well in case you forgot, there's a picture.

And now I want to give you an update on little old Charlie. That's his name now. He's grown up quite a bit and looks happy as can be with his home. It's good to see him running and playing with his sister.

There he is playing.


And running. For my OCD, I would have switched those. But I'm trying to work on myself. Did my mentioning it just take me back a little? Maybe. One step at a time.


And running.


And running.


Finally! A picture of him standing still.


Oh wait...he's gone again.

Hope you enjoyed the Charlie update. He's a bit of a nutcase but we like him anyway.

FFR

"Mowing" the Lawn

When you have animals, mowing the lawn means so much more than just pushing a mower around. It's a carefully set up series of fences and ropes to keep animals contained in an area you need mowed. When we first got the sheep for weed control, we kept them in the front pasture. Worked like a charm, kept them from meandering away from the weeds and they ate down all the star thistle (nasty, nasty weed!).

Since we rid ourselves of star thistle, we seeded the field with grass seed to create 'free' food for the animals. More or less. We let it grow for a long time then finally released the animals to get to it. Uncle G and Aunt J recently sold their horses. As a result, their fields are growing out of control. Following our clean-up that day, we loaded the horses (we left Henry behind...he's large, hard to haul, would require a second trip, and would be coming back in just a couple weeks for a party anyway...to name a few reasons) into the trailer and took them over to Uncle G's.

In we go.


Haven't been loaded in almost a year and no hesitation. Actually...


Rocky had second thoughts about getting out.


But he got over it. He's a fine looking beastie.


When Yuma got out, Rocky started following.


And away they go.


They both look great.


I love these boys.


Here they come!


Yuma couldn't wait to dig in.


Neither could Rocky.


Safe to say, they won't be going hungry. It comes up to my knees.

FFR

Winter Coats

I dread the onset of summer. I really do. First of all, it gets really hot, really fast. I don't like the heat, I don't like sunburns...of which I have two on my arms and face. I don't like that even when it gets really hot, really fast, it will suddenly have a cold day. I never know if I'll need a coat...or an umbrella for that matter! Today is one of those days. It's foggy and overcast...but I'm thinking it's going to burn off.

But the number one reason I don't like the start of summer is that everything around here starts shedding it's winter coat. We don't have to worry about pollen...Ok, yes we do. There's a lot of pollen in farming areas. But I don't have allergies. Everyone else does though. Poor them. Uh, what was I saying? Oh yes, we have to worry about pollen but at the start of summer, we also have to worry about hair. Lots of it...flying around. Everywhere. The lawn needs a shave, not a mow.

So it's not really that bad, but it feels like it. Especially if you're the one shedding them. A few weeks ago, we took Henry out and we had slave labor...aka, friends who thought it was fun...to shed him out. So he was pretty well taken care of. The other two mangy boys had to wait until today. I figured I'd take some before and after pictures for you. A bunch of their hair had already been rubbed off on fences and rolled off in the grass, but there was still plenty of hair for me to end up breathing.

Rocky...all patchy looking.


Up close and personal with the patches.


Oh Yuma, you looks so pitiful.


And filthy.


Oooh...


Moooom! I'm bored. Let me go now!


Aaaah...


Again, again! I'm the handsomest!

I feel better knowing the boys are shed out...but it's impossible to get the clumps of hair off the gravel.

Haaaaaaaaair!


Mooooooooore haaaaaaaaair!

FFR

Rocky's Donkeys

I truly believe, even though it's not true, Rocky was bred to be a cutting horse. Man oh man, does that boy ever have fun chasing the donkeys. During the winter my boy slacked off. He got kind of lazy which is a good thing. If he hadn't, he might have twisted an ankle or something and that would have been bad.

For that, I'm glad he's a lazy bum in winter. I'm a lazy bum too...but not only in winter. If I could hibernate, I would. Except I'd miss eating. I love to eat. As much as my doctor tries to ruin eating by telling me what I can and cannot eat, I still love to eat.

There are the donks.


Heeeeeeere's Johnny...or...Rocky. Right. Roooooocky.


And there he is, herding the donk a donks.


And there's Rocky saying, "Hey, there's my momma. She might have some foodage for me. See ya donkeys."

Really, it was just more of a silent nicker. But I know that's what he was thinking or hoping for. Like me, he loves food. We would hibernate if it meant we could still eat. Perfect world for both of us.

Never mind how dirty and mangy looking he is at this moment, we'll talk about that tomorrow. I mean, you thought your dogs shed! You just wait...

FFR

Pretty Flowers

Today I give you...pretty flowers! MIL J says this is the first time she's gotten a wisteria to bloom. I've never gotten anything to bloom so way to go MIL J! This one's all for you!

FFR