I see all these beautiful pictures and I think about the ones I have missed, maybe a second too late or a tad too early or some one moves. These are what I shall show tonight, knowing that some of you are deleting too makes me feel a little better.
A Red Headed Wood Pecker that we just could not get close enough to get a good shot.
The water garden is surviving without me sitting there. The "pot" plant is growing like crazy.
Seymour got a hair cut since he had burrs all in his hair, I just cut them out with scissors.
Gypsy is having a ball and loving the farm and is doing well in her training.
And Beverly keeps on working. As you can see, we even have rebuilt the barn from the tornado damage...NOT! We can't even keep up with the grass, let alone, repair the barn.
I am sitting in my underwear, soaking up the AC. It feels so nice after taking Gypsy Galoot for her run. Gypsy played in the water but I got wet from sweat. She brought me a ball!!! She has not messed in the house. She is not scratching cause the fleas are gone. For Gypsy, life is good.
For me, life is a little more complicated now I have an untrained dog to work with! We tolerate cats but the chicken thing is going take a few more corrections.
I am so damn excited it is Friday! I have many things I want to do but will I get them done? Probably not but I have to have a plan before I can start so I am half way through since I do have a plan.
I have always wanted to write and I think a book is pouring out of me into Word. I have several pages and it is flowing with few corrections. Don't know where I am going with it, since I have never done this before but it seems to be something I am compelled to do. We will hope it turns into a best seller!
The king must recover from his shoulder surgery and the tractor waits, silently.
The old tractor is wasting away. This was the reason I did not have a horse when I was growing up, the tractor worked then.
Marcy can remember riding the tractor with Daddy. He would let her steer as she stood in front of him. The tractor was retired when Dad bought a Deutz in the seventies. It sadly sets, slowly becoming a part of the landscape.
use to be a workaholic with a super clean house. Now I am laid back with a touch of lazy attached. I was labeled as a type A personality but I am wondering where the hell she went!
When clothes go into the dryer, I count the handfuls, not the pieces. Oh, I don't compulsively straighten things but I do count my dust bunnies and name my spiders.
This was the lady who if dust was seen as the bedroom light went out, I could not sleep until I removed it. This was the lady who stayed up to do the housework after everyone else was in bed. This was the lady who worked sixty hours a week, helped with homework, went to college and took correspondence courses, cleaned house, cooked and crocheted and read in my free time.
I want to know who kidnapped that lady and replaced her with this insidious excuse for a house wife??? I want her back, do you hear me, now, what ever the price, I will pay. She has been gone too long and this lazy lady who seats herself in front of the computer all the time has to go back where she came from.
This was the sky that greeted the morning of my new adventure. I thought this is a good sky and this shall be a good day. I had no idea by noon of this same day, I would have a four-legged creature trying to steal my heart.
I guess my spirit guides, or guardian angels, or the Voice Of God made me call ICARE. You know I have been in dog throws lately and was not sure why...At The Farm are seven dogs. I suppose I had not interpreted the message correctly.
Gypsy Rose Lee was famous for her enticing dance and I can see why Gypsy was named after this famous lady. Gypsy moves to her own music, bringing your excitement to such a level you can not resist giving her hugs and kisses. I have heard the original Gypsy Rose Lee had that same talent.
I am not yanking your chain, this lady is adorable. If I had not made a pledge to work with her for adoption, she would be the eighth dog here. I keep telling myself, I can't keep them all and my job is to move to the next pup who needs that extra touch and attention to begin the rest of their life as an integral part of some other family.
I had to take Gypsy to get spayed and hubby to get his stitches out. Sure glad I did not mess that up. Hubby would not have liked that crate!
Gypsy is the new owner of tennis balls, a wide red collar, a safety harness, and a black and red leash to match. I am working on her heeling but it will take a few days and the harness will make it more comfortable for her.
Wish me luck, wish Gypsy luck, so I can move on to the next dog and make the world of neglected abandoned dogs a little smaller.
We made it through the night, after several whiny fits over the fleas, I finally Sevin dusted her and it has slowed the problem. Poor Baby, she was so miserable.
As you can plainly see, she has the hound in her but a gentler hound I have never met.
One of her first photos after I picked her up yesterday. She greeted everyone that stopped by with a wag and a smile. Did not jump on anyone and only asked for loves with the undulating body movements.
Looking a little sad here, but the ride home was so easy. She loaded when I said and sat as if she were belted in the back seat. No car sickness, no rambling, just looking out the windows like any person would.
Here is a more defined shot of her body shape. She is listening to the children playing at the school and wanted to join them so badly. Yes, Gypsy, needs a family with children.
Our current disagreement is the ownership of the couch. I had full intentions of not allowing her on the furniture, well, that has still not been established. I left her in the computer room last night, with no destruction, no accidents but she did sleep on the love seat. We shall have to discuss this later...and surprise, Gypsy is not a very vocal dog which is a big plus in my book.
ICARE does a lot of good work in our county. I am privileged to be able to help with that.