How To Turn A Worm Into Lunch For Five

This is the New Pond and was built over forty years ago.  It shall remain the New Pond until we build another, I guess.

Marcy loves to fish.  My friend has been collecting Catalpa worms for her and Marcy decided to give them a try.

...and the biggest one got away.  I think they always do considering the tall fish tales I have heard through the years.

The ones Marcy did catch are not going anywhere because TP is on guard.  She would tell Marcy if one got too close to the edge and was in danger of rejoining its room mates.

TP also kept a look out for incoming.  She may be directing Marcy on the proper way to handle the fishing pole or telling her where to cast her line.

This is one that got away.  Marcy reeled it close to the bank and they both had to rest after the battle, the fish and Marcy.  Even after it slipped the hook, it lay and rested before it swam away.

Marcy was happy, we were happy.  Marcy cleaned the fish, cooked the fish and delivered a full platter of fresh cooked warm fish to us as we returned home from work.  Thanks, Marcy and TP.

Princess, The Innocent

Why would I eat a rose?

Rolling in Clover,

TP is going to be in charge.

I said, No more roses.

Just try and get one!

Queen of High Places

TP, Daddy's dog, always heads for high ground.

I believe it is for a better view of things.

TP is supposed to be a Bichon Frise.

She loves being outside.

Always resting beside those who are working.

Do not feel sorry for her condition.

She hunts with the pack and is the true farm dog.

We clip her matted hair and keep her free from parasites.

Her personal job is taking care of the cats.

She does it very well.

We like to think, in her, a part of Daddy is still with us.