Operation Kitty Rescue

It does not really look that bad when you pare it all down to a few pictures. In real life, it was a bit insane. Headleys offered to come save the kitty in the ceiling. I thought that was great, as I really was getting exhausted from not sleeping. But the first plan to get to her through the front porch roof was squashed after we took down some panels, and cut through some wood---we could not see her. That sent us into the house to send Linda up into the attic.

It is not a normal attic. There is a little hole in the ceiling, with a door on it, inside the closet where the furnace and hot water heater live. It is also the nastiest closet ever anywhere--the mops and stuff life in there, but the floor is absolutely filthy. I cannot impress upon you how foul it is. Anyway, there are no stairs obviously, so Linda had to climb in a chair, stand on the hot water heater and haul her whole self up through the hole. That is what Head was watching in the first pic.

It was a successful mission. Within seconds, she had a kitty in her hand. She was nice and round but not the loud one. We had to keep looking as there was still some horrible hollering from in there. That is when it got ugly.

Kitty was on the move. There was no getting to her via the attic. So we called mom and had her bring a power screw driver and started taking down kitchen cabinets. I found stuff in those cabinets I had not seen since we moved here. The next problem was that the screws on the cabinet over the stove were stripped out. So it was not coming down. We had to hammer THROUGH the cabinet to get to her.

See what I am saying to you? all the way through the cabinet and wall. Not good. Even more not good, we still could not get to her. We took the cabinet next to it mostly off the wall and hacked into that wall as well. Back up to the attic Head went, with a flashlight. That helped us find her. By that time, baby was no longer in the ceiling. She was down on the floor--or so it seemed from the sounds. Eventually Head was able to see her from up there--and why not, we had wacked holes all over the kitchen.

Next, we pulled the stove out, and went to hammering back there. And voila! Kitty popped out.

I actually think this is the first kitty, but I am not sure. The first one was not so loud, but plenty round. The second screaming sister was really thin--I do not think she would have kept screaming much longer because she was pretty bony. Rita and Ed went to buy kitty replacer while we were destroying the house, so there were bottles for babies as they were discovered. It was pretty funny watching big ol Ed giving the baby a bottle, but you gotta go what you gotta do. Linda and Head took the babies home with them to take care of them, as obviously I suck at it. They kept Linda up half the night and early morning eating and undoubtedly carrying on.

When I came home after work tonight, I was still somehow shocked that all the kitchen surfaces are covered with cabinet contents. And I cannot get the one cabinet to screw down correctly on the wall, so that is not good. There is drywall and insulation and cat hair everywhere, which explains why I had to take three benadryl today, even though I did not even go in the attic. I cannot imagine how sneezy and itchy Linda and Head are.

I have to admit it was swell sleeping last nite with no racket. I am going to do it again right now

No more kitty noise

yeah that sounds bad

It should not be thought of as a bad thing---no one died. Thank God

Im too tired to put together a reasonable post. I can tell you that I think we got all the kitties out of the walls and/or ceiling,. How we got there is the good story. It involved six people who do not live here--a whole bunch of hammers to bust walls to find the babies,--and God knows how much money to repair all that

The babies were really yittle babies--less than three weeks, we think,

Loud SOBs for sure

I guess the handyman is going to be busy for a while

How can one kitten be so LOUD?

If I thought I had problems with those crying babies and mamas at the farm, it is nothing compared to this cat in the ceiling.

Some hussy has evidently foaled--or whatever you call kitten having--in the ceiling again. We first heard this loud ass thing this weekend, and good LORD, is she loud. She must be a pretty big baby because she is so loud. I also heard a quieter one, but have not noticed that one since the weekend. That might could be bad.

This loud ass kitty howled all night. It was kind of funny when the dogs wandered all over the house looking at the ceiling. It was not kind of funny when she howled so loud she woke me up every half hour last night, maybe more. Even poor Tazer was tired of her---he kept trying to cover his ears with his arm, but the big cone was in his way. Then he fell out of bed.

Before work, I got the big idea that I could get to her through the front porch and get her loud ass out of there. So I took down the ceiling panels on the front porch, thinking I could climb up in there and be in the ceiling above the master bathroom, which is where I hear her. Well not so much could I do that, but I did get a face full of God knows what kind of foul stuff that came down with the ceiling panel. That was a faulty plan.

So I went to work. Surely it would be quieter there. Not really.

Other things of note today--Barry found out the laptop he has to have for work cannot be fixed, so he had to go buy a new one today. I am so jealous. There is no excuse for the condition my computer is in, so at least it occasionally turns on, so he wins. If mine will limp along for a while, I will get a new one, but I guess it is not now.

Dad had his other surgery too. He should get out of the hospital tomorrow, and we will find out next week whether the cancer is in his bladder lining too. Obviously, that would be very bad. The doc thought he got it all though, so lets hope that is what happens, as the alternatives are very unpleasant if they did not.

Tomorrow, Tazer gets his stitches out---that will be one less irritating thing to deal with around here. The mamas and babies are starting to slow down on the crying at the farm, and I started the new fatten-up-Foxy-again-before-she -gets-really-bad-again program. My workout schedule is all jacked up this week, and when I went to spinning tonight, there was no one there, even the teacher. I feel like I am in an alternate universe. A really loud one

I so want to go to bed early tonight, but that damn cat is at it again.

Let the wailing begin

and it has----weaning of all three foals happened at about 6:30 tonight.

Weaning is never what you expect it to be. I thought the Wonk would not care-not only will he be six months old tomorrow, he is pretty independent from his mother. He has raised three times the hell anyone else has over this situation. And boy is he loud. Taz does not seem bothered at all, and Bambi is kind of the middle one. I threw them all in a monster stall together, after their shots and the great separation, so they can distract each other and not be totally in shock.

I do that most of the time, although normally I do it in pairs. I did not want to leave one alone this time--esp since I had planned for it to be Wonkers, but he was so upset, I could not do it--so they are all together. The stalls are massive, so I do not worry about that. Or I did not until I saw Taz lay one on Wonkers for no reason at all. I will not keep them together for long, but to get them through the first few days, I will let them be together.

So I did it, reinforced the barn aisleway in case we have any climbers (you think they cannot do it, but hell hath no fury like a newly weaned baby, and they can surprise you with their wilyness and craftiness), and went back to work. Two hours later I returned. It was pretty dark out, and QUIET.

That is either great or terrible. Its hard to say about things like that. I parked outside the front gate-barrier number four to the big wide world, just in case-- and started moseying in. The first thing I saw was all three mothers standing at a gate staring at the barn. That just breaks my heart, especially for Haida Girl as this is her first baby and she probably does not understand. As I walked to the barn, the mamas let loose--one starts and the others start falling like dominos. Ugh, that makes me feel awful. I think they were trying to tell me something was bad wrong--did they already forget that I am the one that did it? Maybe so.

The babies stayed quiet until they knew I was there, then they started crying. Its awful. Kind of cute though that I had to drag Playmate out of her dinner stall to go out to play--she was supervising the babies over the stall divider. I guess I know what her job will be this fall and winter--babysitting. I also remember why I used to go out of town when we did this, leaving hard hearted and partially deaf Barry to deal with it.

The worst part of weaning? going to check on them every few hours to make sure they are okay. I want them to stay in their stall, uninjured, un-colicy, un-hysterical, and eating and drinking well. If the mamas are still hanging out up front after work tomorrow, I will have to move them to another pasture, which is not a huge deal, but makes my life harder. From there though, there is way less hollering and crying because they 15 acres apart....that is what we normally do, but it was not convenient tonight. Lets hope it does not matter.

I hope I get through this without crying myself.

Let the wailing begin

and it has----weaning of all three foals happened at about 6:30 tonight.

Weaning is never what you expect it to be. I thought the Wonk would not care-not only will he be six months old tomorrow, he is pretty independent from his mother. He has raised three times the hell anyone else has over this situation. And boy is he loud. Taz does not seem bothered at all, and Bambi is kind of the middle one. I threw them all in a monster stall together, after their shots and the great separation, so they can distract each other and not be totally in shock.

I do that most of the time, although normally I do it in pairs. I did not want to leave one alone this time--esp since I had planned for it to be Wonkers, but he was so upset, I could not do it--so they are all together. The stalls are massive, so I do not worry about that. Or I did not until I saw Taz lay one on Wonkers for no reason at all. I will not keep them together for long, but to get them through the first few days, I will let them be together.

So I did it, reinforced the barn aisleway in case we have any climbers (you think they cannot do it, but hell hath no fury like a newly weaned baby, and they can surprise you with their wilyness and craftiness), and went back to work. Two hours later I returned. It was pretty dark out, and QUIET.

That is either great or terrible. Its hard to say about things like that. I parked outside the front gate-barrier number four to the big wide world, just in case-- and started moseying in. The first thing I saw was all three mothers standing at a gate staring at the barn. That just breaks my heart, especially for Haida Girl as this is her first baby and she probably does not understand. As I walked to the barn, the babies let loose--one starts and the others start falling like dominos. Ugh, that makes me feel awful. I think they were trying to tell me something was bad wrong--did they already forget that I am the one that did it? Maybe so.

The babies stayed quiet until they knew I was there, then they started crying. Its awful. Kind of cute though that I had to drag Playmate out of her dinner stall to go out to play--she was supervising the babies over the stall divider. I guess I know what her job will be this fall and winter--babysitting. I also remember why I used to go out of town when we did this, leaving hard hearted and partially deaf Barry to deal with it.

The worst part of weaning? going to check on them every few hours to make sure they are okay. I want them to stay in their stall, uninjured, un-colicy, un-hysterical, and eating and drinking well. If the mamas are still hanging out up front after work tomorrow, I will have to move them to another pasture, which is not a huge deal, but makes my life harder. From there though, there is way less hollering and crying because they 15 acres apart....that is what we normally do, but it was not convenient tonight. Lets hope it does not matter.

I hope I get through this without crying myself.

Be warned

If anyone has any reason to touch a fence on my farm property, it is liable to knock you on your ass.

Non-animal people do not realize how swell this is, and probably think I am asking for a lawsuit. Not so much,

Electric fence works great when it works at all. It is cost effective, safe and easy to use. But when you have 50 acres of fencing, on t-posts- there is a constant problem. How many t-posts does that add up to? Hundreds for sure. It just takes one wire knocked out of one bracket to short the whole damn thing out.

And the weeds. They are even worse. They trick you by not interfering forever, then bam, they do. We have spent all weekend--and the mini-Amish boy spent half of last week- clearing brush and weeds from fence lines. We had it shocking yesterday around the front square, but after many many hours of clearing the back 30 acres today--it dumbed down to nada.

Until you have lived this hell, you cannot imagine the frustration. I actually cried when Barry told me it had gone from shocking a 3 up front to a 0. I got up and took a Xanax, I swear to God.

So we worked some more. Did I mention it was 55 degrees and raining? It was 97 on Monday, and 95 on Thursday, but 55 and raining today.

I finally took to the bed this evening. Barry came back because he got stung by a wasp and blew up, and I am so hateful, I sent him back to fix it some more. He leaves tomorrow, and I cannot continue to go through this emotional roller coaster of finding horses in the wrong pasture. I realize this sounds insane--but farmers get me. Especially farmers with full time jobs, because that leaves very little time in the day to fix things while there is daylight.

So be warned--it SHOCKS now. REALLY SHOCKS.

No, the babies did not get weaned, Squeaklet did not get ridden, the garage did not get cleaned out, and we did not go to a movie. But it SHOCKS! I am making him lasagna for working so hard, he is at Dairy Queen, has eaten Benadryl and Aleve and cracked open a beer, claiming he needs it for his swollen wasp sting....

but it SHOCKS!

Praise Jesus.

Maybe tomorrow will be weaning day, and the wean-by-the-sign Gods will let me slide a few hours

Photography experiment part 2

I really struggled with the light on the first shots of the cross-country part of the day. But doesn't this look fun? I think these people might be a little bit crazy

I love the reflection of the horse in the water on the last shot

Photography experiment

I have ventured out on my first attempt to shoot horses that are not cutters or reiners. And boy howdy, is it like a foreign language to me. I know I have a lot to learn, but I had a great time, and got some pictures that make me happy. I do not expect that they will suit a person who does this for real, or even the riders, but for a first attempt, I was glad to get a few that make me not want to puke at the sight of.


What do you think?

Tazer update

Now how bout this mess? Baby boy Tazer went back to the vet this afternoon. I promised them he has not messed with his stitches, but they said one was missing. I bet it just popped or got swallowed up by the swelling. In any event, he is massively swollen. Even his weiner is bruised from swelling, and hugely puffed up.
So the vet smacked a diaper over his stitches, wound him up in smiley face vet wrap, put this too-little collar on him until a bigger one comes, and sent him home.

Doesn't he look humiliated? And now he won't fit through the door to the pen he stays in, so will have to stay in the house. Locked in the laundry room, so he does not get on furniture, which also may have contributed to this mess.

Nine more days til the stitches come out. Lets hope he pulls out of this complication, as it is not a foregone conclusion that he is going to be okay. I cannot seem to get it through to Barry that this might be serious, as his favorite thing to tell me lately is that he really does not care. Today that bothers me because I am worried about my dog.

Im back

and so tired, I can hardly move. Everything I have to tell will have to wait, as I cannot get the energy to type it.

I do need your good thoughts for my baby Tazer. He woke up Saturday morning, with huge bruising all over his belly and an orange sized fluid filled swelling at the top of his stitches. I rushed him into the vet, who got on to me for letting him on the couch, as he is not supposed to be that active. Evidently any major movement aggravated the many layers of stitches from his stomach out. I do not know how I am supposed to stop him, short of locking him in his pen. I dont want to do that either, as he needs to stay cleaner than that and the neighbors dont need to hear the barking.

He was given another antibiotic and told that he has to have his tummy iced a few times a day. That is also hard to do when I am on my way out of town until tonight, and he could not go with me. And I could not cancel as I was totally obligated somewhere.

That meant Rita and Ed had to take care of him, and they did. They had not even met him yet. Ed shoved his pills down his throat and took care of him. I dont know who put the ice on his tummy-- I am picturing this poor fool with some frozen broccoli on his belly and chest.

So I am home, and he is hurting pretty good. Swollen, and his entire chest is covered with a fluid filled pocket. It is no longer a lump--when he is standing up, it looks like swollen udder all over his front. He is crying right now--but I am not sure if that is his regular crying when I am not doing what he wants, or if something else is wrong. I finally gave him a pain pill. He is still eating well though which is good, so he must not be too terribly miserable.

I cannot stand to see him unwell like this. He is so swollen, he does not look emaciated (unless you look at his spine and hip bones of course). Its awful.

I think we will go figure out some steps so he can get in bed without stressing himself. I know he will jump in bed, but he is not allowed, so I have to figure out a way around it.

STay tuned for news tomorrow, and think good thoughts for baby Tazer

Funny

Im gone trying to get some skills in my life--I will tell you all about it when I get home.

But I have to tell you of the texts I had with Barry last nite. He is still living in hotels in Columbus Ohio, and moves around like a vagrant a lot. I am not sure why that it is, but it probably has to do with saving ten cents. So anyway, I text him to tell him the dog won't eat his fancy food, I think I may have caused the garage to explode, and we are going to bed. He tells me he is drinking and eating dinner (at 11 pm?), at some bar/restaurant near his new hotel, as he is checking out the "local scene".

That cracks me up. I told him he need not be concerned about the local scene as he is damn near 40 and has a wife, and he should go back to his hotel and read a book about Jesus.

He said he is doing that in 10 minutes.

Anyone want to be that is not what happened? He is kind of a strange dude. I swear he is going to get arrested one of these days on his adventures, because people will think he is a dirty old man, but he does not get it. I don't know who he thinks is going to bail him out when it happens

My new nephew

This is my new nephew, William Crews. They are calling him Crews--but mostly Crewser, which tends to happen to all the names around here--they get messed with. Mandy and Edward met him yesterday for the first time ever, after being matched with him about 8 months ago. They are still in Korea, and will get him for real on Sunday, and come home Monday. He is a little over 13 months old
I guess I did not expect him to be so cute, but he really is.
This grumpy face is what we have seen in all the pics to date. I was worried about the poor little dude getting served up to Gabi, my neice, who is never serious, and may be truly cracked in the head. There has to be some explanation for why she is so wacky. I was worried this poor Crewser would run away from home as soon as he can walk.
This is one of my favorite pics--it looks like he is wondering about Edward, and asking "WTF?"
Turns out he is not so serious. He looks like he might have some devil in him--and he is going to need it to make it in that house.

I have no idea when I will get to meet him. I have not been invited yet.

The showdown

There can be no confusion around here about who is running things outside. Charlie is the boss of all that he surveys--he is rarely challenged, but the new feller thought they should talk about it. The new feller might be named Tazer. Or he might not. Mostly I call him my baby Monster.

Anyway, this discussion happened yesterday as I went to work. Tazer was sniffing Charlie so hard, I thought he would snort him right up. Please ignore Charlie's box--he and Peeg keep busy moving it all around the driveway. Strange hobby but it keeps them out of other trouble, so I leave it there.

Normally when a big scary dog is checking out Charlie, he just lays there and glares. It even puts off Simba, the most notorious cat killer I have ever known. This time though, he got up and moseyed off so Tazer followed him. Charlie took exception to that, and had to turn all the way around to glare at Tazer. You would have thought he poured hot water on him the way that dog flew backwards from the cat.

It took a couple of more tries for Tazer to fully comprehend that Charlie was not in the mood for him. It was almost as fun to watch as Peeg and Tazer wrestling the day before--I have to get set up to video that, as you will not believe it til you see it.

Tonight is a Tazer free night. He is at the vet clinic, recovering from his neuter (thank you Jesus) and stomach tacking. He gets to come home tomorrow--but will have to go on a road trip with me for most of the nite. Poor guy, but I am sure he would rather be with me than in the bathroom by himself when he does not feel good.

Slater and Simba are glad he is gone. I have still kept them separated, although they have all met. He has required the most attention, so they have been a little neglected. Right now they are asleep on the couch--I promised them we would all watch TV in the bed all night, but I have not gotten to go there yet. That is all right, they cannot tell time. Unfortunately, I can--and I am worn out. I have worked a whole extra day since Monday, I have put in so many extra hours. Plus, sleeping with Tazer is sometimes not an easy task--I swear we had an actual fistfight last nite, and there was some yelling as well. He thinks everything is a game. He is such a playful pup that when he bulldozes me, it can get rough in there! It is like a warzone during parts of the nite--the rest of the time he is either snoring or licking his package. I have no tolerance for that slurping and hope he gets it out of his system soon.

So that is that on that note.

The other big news is that this very minute, Mandy and Edward are in Korea meeting Crews. They met him this afternoon--or now--hell, I don't know exactly what time it is there. They do not know when they get to take full custody of him, but they come home Monday so it cannot be too long. I bet they are completely wrecked with all the adrenaline. It hardly seems like it is real though, after all this time, the last few steps went so fast. Hopefully I will have some pics in the middle of the nite that I can post here

Back to my reality TV marathon--I had to record ANTM, so have to catch up on that. I may not make it long enough to see my new favorite show Hellcats--have you seen that? So cute

A day out of the ordinary

About a month ago, Barry and I went to see the Black Eyed Peas in St Louis. I love those freaks. I thought I loved them, then on my birthday this year, I saw them at the Houston Rodeo with Mandy and those are mini-concerts--but it was awesome, so I really started loving them. So when I heard they were coming here, I sent Barry with cash in hand to buy me some tickets.

He mumbled and grumbled and carried on but he did it. We do not have a fundamental agreement in music, You know how your high school years kind of form you? I was a Def Leppard, Van Halen sort of girl and he was all Slick Rick and Easy E. So not the same. We both like the other kind, but they are not our music identity. We like a lot of the same stuff now, although some of the garbage he listens to embarrasses me to hear the lyrics (really, a magic pussy? where do you get that? oy). In any event, I told him he had to go to this--it is not really him or me, but I knew he would love it. Besides, the tix were too expensive for me to spring for someone else, and I did not know anyone who would pony up to go with me.

So we went, and it was incredible. Despite the events of this year when I went to a lot, I am not a concert go-er. They are too expensive now, and I did a lot of it back in the day, and am mostly over it. This concert was awesome though--we had great seats, just behind Yadier Molina, they were that good.

I think Fergie is outstanding. That bitch can sing. Plus, that body--I could look at that like a full on lesbian all day long. But my real downfall is Taboo. Goodness gracious, that is a hot man. This new thing he does with putting his hair in a bun I could do without, but it is probably for the best, or I might lose control of myself. Even as great of a show they put on, one of the most fun parts is Will.I.Am. and his DJ set. So much fun, so much energy, every song he plays cracks you up--it is just great fun

Tonight I am home late watching the VMAs and the new Will.I.Am song, with Usher--"O.M.G." was just performed. That is what reminded me to post this.

Pic form stl.com

After the show, we went to a club, which is also kind of out of character for us. We got lucky and got VIPed into the DJ area--it is a small club (just a few hundred people), so the DJ area was way small. The guest DJ that nite was none other than Will.I.Am. And where he goes, so do the other Peas.

My stupid phone battery was dead, so we had to rely on BS' picture taking capabilities. That is why there are no Taboo pics, damn it.

These sorts of things crack me up--most of the time, I am knee deep in horse shit, and misery--but every once in a while, I am lifting a fancy glass with society photogs at an event. Good thing I like both of those--but I always wonder if people watching have any idea what the other side of me looks like.

Also, I was half crippled for three days after this from dancing so hard--kind of like I had ridden for that long. Maybe worse, actually. Clearly, I am way too old, but it was awesome to play fancy, stay out late, have a driver, and generally not act like farmers. Every once in a while, at least

My new obsession

You know what I need more than anything else in the world is something else to be obsessed with. Because I do not have enough to do, with Barry moving off to Columbus OH to work, a new dog in the house, weaning coming up, fall farm work to tend to, getting back in the swing of working out at least 5 days a week, trying to track my food so all that is not wasted, and all the other things I have to do every day--like go to work. Shit like that.

My new thing is learning how to shoot pictures in the RAW format, and learn how to edit them afterwards. It is like learning a completely new language. I thought this was way over my head and I had no reason to learn it, but now I do, so now I am. You can imagine how many hours I can spend getting up to speed on this stuff. I might sit here for six hours at a time---or I would, if I did not have to get up to take some more cough medicine every once in a while. That is wearing me out, especially as I have to hobble across the room to get it without aggravating my ouchy toe that I cut damn near off with the farm gate last nite.

So I am learning. It is like a whole new world. I have shot just some random shots to try it, and edited a couple and WOW, is there a difference. I have no idea what I am doing on the editing stuff yet, but I can definitely see a difference. Since RAW pics are so big, I have to move a whole bunch more stuff to my external drive or my computer will completely quit me--it is on the verge as it is.

In the midst of all that, I have other things irritating me. I have a new case at work that just breaks my heart--every time I turn the page, it gets more heartbreaking. I hate that. I got a notice from my mortgage company that my escrow will be short 933 bucks by December. So my payment will go up about 78 bucks a month. That pisses me slap off. That is half of what we saved by re-financing, which cost several thousand dollars and was totally screwed up on their end anyway. Someone is getting a phone call, as this makes no sense--my property taxes actually went down, so how can this be? WTF?

Also, the world around me is getting weirder. A guy at work has his first child who will be a year old in January I think. This nutbag (who is a great guy but not normal by any stretch) is paying someone to come to his house three times a week to speak Mandarin to his child. WTF?

I don't know if I told this, but my Dad's cancer is evidently not as manageable as expected. That requires more surgery to determine what the course will be. I get more irritated with the health care system all the time--the bladder tumor grew and grew and grew while they screwed around trying to make his heart strong enough to allow him to have the scope needed to check on it. Turns out, the heart doc just had no idea that the scope was not a big deal and did not require dad to have general anasthesia at all, which was his hangup. WTF? So this last surgery, they were unable to get it all, and he has to have surgery again to cut more into the bladder wall. That just flat pisses me off---their delay is what allowed it to get so bad. There is no accountability and someone always drops the ball.

On the good news front, my sister and BIL expect to get the call any day to come to Korea to get Crews. They know his visa has been issued. It is just a matter of time, and once they get the call that it is time to travel, they will be out of here in a matter of days to get him. They cannot stay there long though, so will be back directly thereafter. Mom and Dad are going to Houston to take care of Gabi while they are gone. That should be a trip, but with everything going on otherwise, everyone is anxious to have the timing of it all work out. If need be, they will just reschedule Dad's surgery, since Crews coming home is the most important thing. I have no idea when I will get to meet him.

Ok, its time for more cough medicine

Can you see it?

I realize this is hard to see because it is so dark, but if I lightened up the pic, you could not see what I am talking about. Tell me what you see?

Do you see the face on Radar's side? Right in front of his hip? It looks like the Great Gazoo to me, that little green martian from the Flintstones. Some people thought it was Jesus, or some reggae dude with his dreads piled up--it might have been a form of the devil, based on his attitude on Saturday. I would not mention that if we had not figured out what was wrong and fixed it--did I already tell about that? I have learned to take his word for it--if he is acting up, there is something wrong. Remind me of that the next time I am complaining about him, he is probably justified.

I may be coming out of this illness. I managed to work all day, and deworm babies after work, and completely obliterate my big toenail with the bottom of a gate at the farm. That may send me back to bed before it is all over

Wonkers

His days are numbered. I am off to check the right weaning dates for this month, because it is past time for this little feller to be weaned.

Let the hollering begin!

Another long weekend gone

Jodi did not want to share her lunch with Radar. He really wanted her to. I managed to tie him at the tree closest to the best lunch eating log, and despite her telling me to move him, I never did it. It seemed too hard. Evidently it was not too hard to get up to take pics of it.
Tell me he is not cute as he can be? Check out his whorey-breast collar. Saturday, Radar had some issues and I was so disappointed--I thought he was cured until then. Turns out, he IS cured, he just needed some adjustments. Jodi figured out that the Billy Cook saddle I was using, because it was light, was pinching his withers. Once we figured that out, all was well.

I have a lot of pics to go through, but I am sick as a dog. I either have a cold, or a sinus infection or something, but I will take it over the other things that went wrong with our group this weekend. Colton got pitched, and so did Debbie--broke her pelvis. Colton is fine--kids bounce better than I do.

It is all I can do to get through the effort it is going to take to go get the new dog from his new play area outside. Tomorrow I will catch up

Name possibilities

This dog is so precious, I cannot stand it. He is now sleeping with me, and is a good cuddler. A little silly, but good all the same. We went to TSC and got him a new bed, and he chooses it over the furniture, which will make Barry very happy. He also got a manly collar, made a new friend of my favorite TSC dude, and peed on the Pedigree dog food display. It was a swell visit.

He is also eating well. I'm very proud of him. Also, Barry came home to go to a meeting in St Louis, and he likes him. How can you not? I saw Barry laugh at him a few times, and he cuddled him some.

So anyway-I am getting name suggestions from all over, including you all--and the list of possibilities is growing. Some of the front runners are--

Ajax

Atlas

Baron

Capone

Cisco

Diesel

Hemi

Hurricane

Jagger

Jedi

Joker

Kaiser

Laser

Nitro

Picasso

Raider

Remington

Ruger

Razor

Rodeo

Saber

Tahoe

Tazer

Titan

Trojan

Turbo

Viper

This is not easy. I am sure one will seem right soon. I want it to be a strong bad ass name, which is kind of funny, since he is clearly not either of those things yet.