The Watchers

Do you think

they may be simply

watching the last rose of Autumn?

The Stick Games

A game of stick is quite common around here.

 It's always good-natured

 and often an exciting

spectator sport.

Sometimes simply patience wins the game.

Bonnie, the victor, walks with the stick.

Ki-Anne gives her the raspberry.

 To the victor goes the spoils.

Bonnie, the current queen of Stickdom, surveys her realm.

Tomorrow there may be a new queen.

Sometimes Leaning

 is

 the most important

part of a job.

Big Bonnie

plays with her buddies

until they see the camera and pose.

The water garden is pet friendly but instead of swimming today

Bonnie just took a big drink.

Thought I had a leak but the dogs drink and swim often.

Have to add water about every three days.

Glad I can accommodate their needs and wants.

Never Alone

Seems I'm never alone,

full sun nor shade.

 They gather to the pack leader

 or the one who feeds them...that's my guess.

They inspect my work

and keep a careful watch over me.

That paint bucket could have a hidden treat.  

You never know.

Finished outdoor table for zeroing sights with denim sandbags ready to use.

Rifle season is soon.

Small and Not Small

This dog is very small.

This dog is not small at all.

This frog is small.

This frog is not small.

That is all.

Big Bonnie

You know her well.  You may not realize she is the biggest dog we have.  Thought I might give you a prospective.

My shoe...her track.

At over eighty muscular pounds she is BIG.

The dogs have taught her to play stick

and Hubby has taught her to pull him out of his chair...a service dog!

She can show expressions that have a human quality

Bonnie fills a Gator pretty full and has a pretty big heart too.

American Pit Bull Terriers are good dogs.

We do love our Bonnie who fits right into our farm pack.

Legal Grass

can be fun!

Just go with the flow

 Smile a lot

 Jump for joy

Stay hydrated.

Eat lots of snacks.

Good Fences on a Hot Summer Day

Far from fresh water the dogs followed me

Here's the fence I crawled under to help find water...

in a dry creek.

Lil, the oldest in this pack, not counting me,

 thought the water should be here.

Lil was walking where water used to be.

I'm not sure she trusted me to find water.

but I did!!! It was a short walk for me...a long run for them.

Every dog was thrilled.

We celebrated and thanked God for leaving us such a treasure.

We headed home.  The pack leader (me) knew some secrets the dogs didn't know. These "dry" creeks carry the run off from rain and wet weather springs but are empty when it gets really dry.  We're not REALLY dry... yet.

Joining TexWisGirl for Good Fences.

Protecting Your Friends.

At the new pond

the pack was cooling when danger was spotted.

JR screamed, Something's out there!!!

Ki-Anne and JR conferred and decided to send Bonnie...

Nothing bothers her.

JR says, I'll help,

then swims for high ground.

Bonnie has the monster in her jaws.

and saves the day

by delivering the "killer" log for all to inspect.