Ditto had a rough weekend. But yesterday afternoon he started acting like he felt better. We were worried, because he wasn’t eating, but then his appetite kicked it.
Here’s a picture of the sick Ditto, in his bed. Glad he’s feeling better!
It’s Monday, and I have the attitude to prove it. Just let me hang on till lunchtime, I’m going to the beach, rain or shine.
Below is a picture of our cats, hanging out on the driveway yesterday evening, watching the dogs.
Have a good week!
I saw Pearl the chicken this weekend, first time in a long time. I took a handful of food for her and she took off like a bat out of hell.
I guess I got what I wanted, she re-integrated into the wild chicken world. But still I feel sad she doesn’t remember me. I still remember one day, when I came home from work, Hawk and Pearl were happy to see me and came running up. One landed on the cell phone case on my belt and the other landed on my briefcase.
I understand why bird people like birds.
Now we got the cats using the old chicken coop to take naps in.
Have a good life, Pearl!
Have a good week, Blogreaders!
It was hard to wake up this morning. I’m still dragging. Bring me the weekend
This morning whilst feeding the cats, I saw two new cats in the yard. A grey and a yellow. They didn’t try to get food from our cats, but they did almost start a fight with each other. I threw a rock at them and missed (I couldn’t hit a fat woman in the ass with a paddle) but they ran away.
I should get a price quote for the car repair today. Wish me luck.
That’s it for today. Have a goooooood Thursday
Every morning My alarm goes off at 5, I get up, turn on the BBC and shave and shower. I get dressed, walk the dogs, feed the cats and chickens. Some days it takes longer than others, depending on the dogs. Today was one of those mornings, where it’s like dragging two rocks around on a rope. They both wanted to go different directions.Then they stop and stare up the road. They do everything except poop and pee. Finally, when I start heading back to the house, THEN they decide it’s time to head to the nearest bushes and take care of business. Why can’t they get out there, water the grass, lay down the big stinkie, and head back inside? Bip! Boom! Bam!
But then comes the big excitement when I finally do get all the animals taken care of, and I realize there’s nothing between me and a cup of COFFEE! Hoo RAY!
Hoo Ray rhymes with Thursday! (kinda) And that means that tomorrow is FRIDAY!
Hoo Ray! Havea good day!
Below is a video of the same Spotted Eagle Ray, 47 seconds long.
Here it started raining a cold cold rain, I put the house plants outside, so it’ll probably stop. I hope you have a great weekend!
Here it is, another Monday. Here the weekend was cold and windy. Saturday we went to the Orchid Show. On the way home, it started raining. That was if for the weekend. We just stayed home an watched movies.
I didn’t take any good pictures at the Orchid Show, You wanna see orchid pics, try looking HERE. I did get some pictures of our cat BTK, up in our tree.
Last week, when I was preparing my computer (clearing disk space) for the recording job, I found more than one folder entitled “Phone Photos” These had the pictures from my phone that I dump on my computer at random intervals. It seems a pity, because I sorted them by date, some from WAY back it 2012, and now the pictures are in storage, never to be seen or appreciated.
So, like the title implies, When In Doubt, Photo Out!
Having just scattered the contents of a few folders out to many folders, assorted by date, I find that I cannot find too many of the pictures I just re arranged. Typical.
Sheba has been itching and scratching and biting herself for months. We’ve taken her to the vet, got medicine and cream and shampoos and it seems to get better for awhile and then gets bad again. Finally we paid for this expensive allergy test that was to be the mother of all mothers of a test, and we’d definitely know what was causing the problem then. But, the vet made no big deal of this test, and started again, cycling us through the pills and medicines and shampoos that didn’t work first time…
Yesterday Poor Sheba was bloody from biting at the base of her tail. The Wife took her to the other vet. Now Poor Poor Sheba is in the cone of shame, and she’s embarrassed! And she got her butt shaved and looks funny. Also she’s on human Benedryl, and some other medicines with a crazy schedule, heavy doses at first, tapering off slowly. I like it. First of all Shebas tail is sure to heal because of the cone, and I like the heavy doses of medicine tapering off. It makes sense to me.I had to write down a list of what pills she gets and when she gets them.
In other news, here is a picture of our cat, Little One, in a basket in a tree. It is “cute”, designed to make girls go “squeeee!”Lunchtime today marks the hump in humpday, after lunch, next weekend is closer than last weekend was!
Yesterday I mentioned cats in heat, today I’m going to mention dogs in heat.
When I was younger I delivered newspapers. I think I delivered papers about 6 years total. I started helping my friends big brother deliver the route their house was on, then I got my own route. First I had two routes downtown, then I got the route that my house was on.
My neighbors four doors down, the Boots’es, (I remember Randy Boots, older than us by probably 10 years and he had a sister, if you said her name I’d remember, she was a few years older than us. I had a crush on her, she was cute.)
(We used to put my friend Gregs little brother, Danny, through the Boots’es doggie door in their garage and he’d let us in, and we’d play pool on the pool table in their garage. And we used to climb up on their roof when they weren’t home. One time Mr Boots came home when we were on the roof, and we ran up over the top, down the back, and straight off the edge without even slowing down. We were out of the yard before he got around back and looked up on the roof. He asked us how we got down? Jumped? and we said yes. He just shook his head and walked in his house.)
The Boots’es had a dog named Missy, who hung out at my friend Gregs house. Missy was a pure outdoor mutt. Tangled fur, grey, old. If you howled like a wolf. Missy would howl like a wolf. If you said “sickem” she would bark at whoever you were looking at. She had gnarley teeth, was stinky and ugly.This picture is sorta close, but Missy had longer cheekhair…
Soooo, Missy would come on my paper route with me every day. I’d deliver the few papers behind my house, then pick up my Paper Bag (not paper bag) and head down the street to the neighborhood. And every day, two doors down, Missy would come angling out from the Gunn-ses and walk beside me, just me and Missy.
Except when she was in heat, then I had about a million dogs walking with me on my route.