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 to check and came back quickly: “There’s a snake in the pen with the dog. I think it’s a copperhead” she said. Dinner conversation took an abrupt 90 degree turn. It was a copperhead. By the time I got out there, it had disappeared, …

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  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 “involved” in everything we do. I was high up on an 8 foot step ladder yesterday picking beans from the top of the Garden Fortress. I looked behind me as a prepared to step back down, and there was the dog’s head sticking out …

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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 an opening through the barn’s stacked-stone foundation and was inside the pen yesterday when Gandy and I went over to shut up Ann’s cussed birds for the night. I have no doubt the whistlepig would eat any eggs he might find, so between the …

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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. I only wish I’d had a camera. Next time, I promise. The OUT was at bed time. Lately, she’s gotten balky about jumping down off the loveseat to get in her crate when it’s time for bed–something she used to do very readily and …

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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 AND learned how to use them efficiently to chew through the toughest of stuffed hides–usually starting at the nose–to reveal the delicious spun-plastic stuffing inside. Yum! Soon after sacrificing someone’s previous favorite crib toy to the little Chuckie-doll we live with, the carpet is …

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