Category Pets

Butter Flies

Our dogs, like us, enjoy the coming of spring, marked by the arrival of the swallowtails. Gandy thinks the first part of the butterfly name implies an imperative verb. Tsuga believed them to have magical properties.   Tsuga–who would have celebrated…

Canine Cloaking and Stealth Technology

Even before first light, it was apparent we had gotten more rain last night than I was aware of. This is not to say that I slept soundly. There is a point to which rain on the tin roof is…

Gandy-Lore

Since it’s been some while since I mentioned the evolution of our relationship with the DoTH (Dog of The House–the canine equivalent of PoTUS), I thought I would do so briefly this morning. I couldn’t find any March 2012 blog…

With Bells On

One of Gandy’s favorite winter activities is finding ice that has fallen from the black plastic that covers the wood stacks behind the house. She was nosing around in the leaves there as I watched through the back door this…

Howlin Wolf: Barkin Dog: Enuff Already

This dog is seriously disturbing my peace. And that of our new neighbors as well I’m sure (though I feel somewhat unapologetic about that after enduring months and months of chainsaws and logging trucks that their activities inflicted on us.…

Old Friend, Missed

As I sometimes–heck, often–do when I don’t know just what to focus on for writing, thinking, or about what’s needed in a photographic summary of one lifetime, I go to the image galleries. And there, I quite often wander around…

Dog Days

â–¶ We had guests Saturday for supper. It was raining. The wet dog would have to stay in the pen (concrete floor chain-link enclosure) until we were done with dinner. Mid-way, she started a strange kind of barking. Ann went…

It’s Only a Flesh Wound

  We have new playmates for Gandy coming soon. Ann frets about her behavior when the grand daughters are here briefly. I don’t worry so much about her behavior as her accidental injury to humans because she is just so…

Creek Jots ~ 2012-06-18

Morning chore: pile rocks at the corner of the chicken pen to keep the groundhog out. We’ve seen evidence of digging from the outside, but yesterday, the very large groundhog (we see fleetingly as it runs under the barn) found…

Girl’s Night Out

No, not that. The girl is not dating. But she did have a fantastic frolic in the creek yesterday with her good (and much bigger) buddy Jesse, who is at least three times her size, but not 3x her speed.…

Good Day for Gandy

We are doing our part to keep the Recycled Teddy Bear / Stuffed Toy industry alive and prosperous. And it’s a full time job: the dog, now at 7 months, has both grown a full set of adult canine teeth…

Here, Spot!

There’s never a good time. Late Friday afternoon before a demanding weekend is one of the worst. First thing this morning, I noticed the hair on Gandy’s side was sticking out the way it does when there is the lump…

Can’t Live With’em

It has been a mighty long week since we arrived back home last Monday after a week away, only to have to endure the past week with the dog on house arrest. Because of Gandy’s belly stitches (spaying on April…

In Touch With Her Inner Wolf

I used the term “inner wolf” first in 2003. We had put Buster down after a long and still-unexplained period of pain and suffering–a robust 90 pound black Lab, who lived with us only 4 and a half years. A…