Surprise!

I Like Dogs!

You may remember when Ki-Anne joined the family as an abandoned pup.  Ki took a few days to name herself and it was full steam ahead.  Never knew what she was, just a blessing I thought.  Then, due to my over site, she was bred before I had her spayed.  Bad me, but then we kept Junior and found good homes for the others.

After Marcy's ENT check up ("Come back in five years, cancer free!") we went to Salvation Army.  Always an outing we enjoy.

Walking by the second shelf a man asked me "Are you familiar with Mountain Curs?"  I answered, yes and the flood gates open.  I saw pictures of his pups, heard tales of all his dogs, and then we moved on to Bowie Knives (He was a blade smith), his son's military service, The Alamo and back to Mountain Curs again.

I ran through the store quickly and apologized to Marcy for taking so long.  Not a problem, gave her time to see every thing.

First I wondered...do I smell like a dog?  How did the man know I was a dog lover?  Had he asked every one that came in the same question?  It was an enjoyable educational day.

I remember reading the Compton's Encyclopedia and studying each breed of dog. Trouble was they showed only AKC.  I now have books on multiple dog breeds.  Call me weird, I like dogs.  I wanted to be a vet. Life happens so now I just have an eerie fascination with all animals along with an obsessive thirst for learning...and I love dogs.

I think I have discovered the mysterious breed in the lineage of Ki-Anne and Junior.  The facts fit!  How could I be so unaware?  Being a Mountain Cur (UKC breed and mainly an American dog)  is what makes both of these dogs a valuable farm pair.  They are the main poison snake committee, the watchers of the family yet always ready for a "Good dog!" or a pat on the head.

This fits the pair to a T.  http://www.dogbreedinfo.com/mountaincur.htm  I thoroughly enjoyed the temperament, origin, and description of the breed.

This link http://aboutdogmountaincur.blogspot.com/2013/01/basics-of-mountain-cur-training.html has an almost twin to Ki-Anne.

Now I know why she named herself after a hot pepper.  Ki-Anne, my undaunting, protective, intelligent, loving, useful farm dog.  It was a lucky day indeed when she was carried into my place of business.

A Quiet Day Interrupted...

On a quiet afternoon noise filled the valley.  This happens now and then but normally there is a fly over and that's it.  This was a fly over and back again.

Not the norm

So I grab my Power Shot...lens error!

As the helicopter hangs in the air I grab another camera and run out...lens error!

It hovers and keeps going lower.  I grab my Rebel with its little lens since my big Being Repaired lens is not home yet.  I am in my gown tail bare footed running across the farm like a crazy women. Snapping pictures. 

The helicopter dips.  Has he seen me??  I'm not letting him land.  Don't know what I planned but maybe throwing my body into the blades would get his attention!

Well, I got his attention and he begins to climb.  Only one person inside.  Then he flies quickly off and out of sight.  I have the number on the side and wondering what I can do with that.  I  am aware that after a certain height all the sky belongs to the government but I'm pretty sure this chopper was invading my space.

As I walk back to the house, satisfied as a dog running a deer outta the garden, I over hear Hubby and Andrew discussing the event.

Hubby:  Did it land?

Andrew:  Not yet.

Hubby:  Where's Nana?

Andrew:  Outside.  She's chased it off.

Hubby:  Well, I'll be damned.

Andrew:  Nana was pretty scary.  When the pilot saw her, he left.

What can I say??  I like my privacy if there is such a thing anymore.  Also got a post and exercise.

A Child's Words...Everyday Poetry

I see frog eggs
Love frog eggs
Love frogs
Hear them sing
Let's catch them

They need more water
I'll use the bucket
Where do frogs go at night?
Listen!  I hear one
If we catch them
We eat the legs
But not the eggs
I want more frogs

Last day of school
Snacks were good
No school after tomorrow
I can play

The water got me
It's cold
From the spring?
I can drink it

It splashes
The water tickles
Did you eat the fish?

Gonna work here
You pick up sticks
Got to water the frogs
So they grow
I'm wet
I could eat supper now

For Everyday Poetry at dVerse~Poets Pub

my "sticks" after the storm

Stone-D Conversation

I had a talk with a rock
He had a tale to tell
Said he was millions of years old
Was made from silt and shell.

He said they called him Limestone
His cousin's name was Shale
Both were born underwater
Exactly when they couldn't tell.

Said he was much bigger
Millions of years ago
As soon as water receded
He began to erode.

The rock held some secrets
From years long ago
He held fossils deep within
You could read his life in rows.

When the roads came
He stood in the way
A "powder monkey" drilled, packed
And blew his face away.

For Real Toads

Flash Friday Friday Cat Conversation

Having a little fun with Flash Friday  Hoping I connected to the site for this fun challenge. Couldn't decide who was the birther of this challenge so I connected to Mr. Knowitall, too

The cats greeted the morning
Blinking from the sun
Their night of hunting
Was productive and done
Gray asked Orange,
“How was the taste?”
Orange extended his tongue
meowing, “What a waste!”
Discussing the varied menu
Mice or lovely bird
After much discussion
They declared it was absurd
They reverted to kibble-eating
And voted to stay inside.