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Our Fluffy Angel
This November, I woke up early to try and get some holiday tasks done, but it was not what my day would bring. Instead, I realized I needed to get Isis to a vet, never thinking she wouldn’t be coming back home. She had… Continue Reading “Our Fluffy Angel”
Reflections of Summer
This morning marked a rare day off, sans kids. I had a moment to reflect on a summer filled with work; most of my time spent away from our little homestead. Sitting with the birds in the sun, many thoughts passed through me. I… Continue Reading “Reflections of Summer”
All Good Dogs Must Come To An End.
For over two months normal greetings between my husband and I have been replaced with one question. “How is she?” At first, the answers were hopeful but as time went on we both had to accept that we had gotten to THAT place. The… Continue Reading “All Good Dogs Must Come To An End.”
TBT- Ode To Honey
Honey is somewhere around 15 years old. (Now 16!) This is a ball park estimate since her age at the time my husband adopted her was uncertain. She has been such a blessing in our lives and rather than singing her praises after she… Continue Reading “TBT- Ode To Honey”
Memorial Pillows
This summer has been one of the most tumultuous seasons in recent years and that’s saying something! I thought it right to spend some time on simple things. Like our couch. No, wait. I know how that sounds and it’s not like that.
I Spoke Too Soon…
Some days are not as fun as others and some downright F*cking suck. This Tuesday was one of the latter. We were so excited about our new family members but the excitement was short lived. Tuesday morning, I went out to tend the lambs and my… Continue Reading “I Spoke Too Soon…”
Ode To Honey.
After a family trip to the vet, I was overwhelmed by two polarizing emotions. The first was payment shock at the almost five hundred dollar bill. This outrage was tempered by the knowledge that it was all the shots our four domestics should need… Continue Reading “Ode To Honey.”
Eastward Ho Part IV-Yellowstone
The day after our mining adventure in Helena Montana, we heeded for the North entrance of Yellowstone. We had planned our route cross country based mostly on national parks, geology and a vow to wander as much as possible. Having set out at the very brink of spring;… Continue Reading “Eastward Ho Part IV-Yellowstone”
How Train Your Humans By- The Dogs
I think we can safely say that as dog owners we have fallen short more than a couple times. Since we are have three female dogs (all with aspirations of alphadom) it has not always been easy to manage our little pack. Isis’s birthday has just… Continue Reading “How Train Your Humans By- The Dogs”
Three Girls, One Hat.
A slideshow of the girls, with Ry’s felt hat. We all know they had it coming. Click on the gallery for the best experience of all the silliness our dogs have to put up with.
“That Man Is The Richest Whose Pleasures Are The Cheapest.”-H.D.T
I got an unexpected surprise soon after I married my husband. We had no money for a honeymoon (this was not the surprise.) As we were discussing what we could do with our time off together I jokingly suggested that we go driving around Maine listening… Continue Reading ““That Man Is The Richest Whose Pleasures Are The Cheapest.”-H.D.T”
A Honey of a different type (Warning: contains some graphic material)
Honey, Honey Bee, Bear, Bearington, Hon. She answers to to all of them. Our dog Honey, came to us in the month after the boy’s unexpected move cross country. I guess technically this makes her my step-dog. I came to be her owner when… Continue Reading “A Honey of a different type (Warning: contains some graphic material)”
When I Die I Want To Come Back As One Of My Dogs. Then I Might Get A Spot On The Couch.
Our dogs have been through a lot with us. Pele was raised on a boat. Honey has had over a hundred stitches in the past 5 years (from one big injury and one recent surgery.) Isis is a big fluffy-pain-in-the-butt. Our two oldest traveled across… Continue Reading “When I Die I Want To Come Back As One Of My Dogs. Then I Might Get A Spot On The Couch.”
Eastward Ho! Part III (Actually Part II.) Confused Yet? Good, so am I. Onward!
The first day journey was relatively uneventful (except for my love shipping ALL our shoes to upstate NY.) Most aspects of the move were completely unplanned. One of the few things we DID plan (besides mine sapphires in MT) was to visit as many national parks… Continue Reading “Eastward Ho! Part III (Actually Part II.) Confused Yet? Good, so am I. Onward!”
Your Pets Are Not Your Children, They Are Your Grandparents.
Your animals should not be like your children. They should be your grandparents. I say this for one specific and important reason- it is unnatural to outlive your offspring. Barring some unforeseen tragic event, it will be your privilege to preside over the passing of your critters. I… Continue Reading “Your Pets Are Not Your Children, They Are Your Grandparents.”
How Do You Tell If It’s The Calm Before OR After The Storm?
This time last year I was doubtful that this day would come. All THREE dogs sitting quietly on the couch with the rest of the family. Our two oldest are old pros at the ‘relax and cuddle’ game but our newest edition has been… Continue Reading “How Do You Tell If It’s The Calm Before OR After The Storm?”
Antiques Roadshow Thinks You’re an A$$hole and Why
Years ago we gave up cable and switched to Netflix and Hulu instead. Originally this occurred because we couldn’t afford to pay $160 a month on anything we can’t eat. We have not gone back because we don’t miss it, the bill or… Continue Reading “Antiques Roadshow Thinks You’re an A$$hole and Why”
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