June 10th 2014 6:57 pm
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Today is the date I dogabrate the fact that I was Gotcha’d. I was in a litter of pups, outside in a big pen and my doggy Mommy and Daddy were there, too, though not in the pen with us.
All of us were excited to see someone…peeps meant noms, or playtime, or release from that pen to romp in the grass.
Well, we all scrambled to climb out of the pen, but growlmy said to the man who was snoopervising us all, that she wanted a boy pup and a mostly white one at that. There were two boys in that litter of puppies, and only I had that whiteness desired by growlmy. I was also responding well to the temperament tests she was doing with me, I just thought she was doing a new kind of game, BOL!
So she took out some papers, and after the man put them in his pocket, she got some other larger papers from him. Growlmy said they had my birthday, my vet info and some other info on them. Alas no paper was forthcoming from AKC or UKC, BOL!!
Then she let boss-boy see me…and he said, YES!
I was his present you see, but it would be months before it was his birthday, So I was an early present, BOL! So that on his birthday I was all ready able to play and give good doggy licks and wiggles!
I was teeny and only 2 1/2 lbs! OMD!
I fit in one hand, though even then I was a wiggly dude and one hand wasn’t enough to properly contain me!
I had some little black spots on my pink schnooter, so since they looked like freckles, that became my call name. 'Mr Jack Freckles' came a bit later when growlmy & boss boy wanted me to be more…um… distinguished, BOL! Well of course! There was some gentleman who cuddled my head in his hands, looked me in the eye and said: You have a noble head.
I got really good at using my licker, so boss boy said I was Sir Lick-a-Lot. Growlmy says it should have been Sir Bark-a-Lot! That fits with being noble right?!?
All the skin on my little doggy body was pale pink.
But as time went on, My schnooter got all black, and my skin started to have lots & lots of black spots, some lager splotches and some like little dots. Not unlike a Dalmatian. Since my furs cover the skin spots, I must be a disguised Dalmatian…or a Dalmatian under cover, BOL!!
All that was 12 years ago.
OMD! Time flies. Boss boy doesn’t even live in my den anymore. He has an apartment about 26 miles from here, he graduated from college a little over a year ago, and has a full time job. I see him about every two weeks when he comes over on Growlmy’s Sunday off work…presumably to eat Sunday Dinner, but of course its to see little old me!
He even has his own car to zoom around in!
HAPPY GOTCHA DAY! Thanks Copper Allan and your whole furmily! (( ♥ ))
HAPPY GOTCHA DAY! Thanks Cooper and crew! (( ♥ ))
Great pictures pup pals!
I spent a lot of time helping growlmy mow the weeds down in the woodsy part of our yard. Pawppy with his new hip, can't do that section because the ground is quite soft and uneven back there, and there are so many trees & shrubs to maneuver that mower around. UGH. Growlmy was doing that for at least 3 hours...one third of an acre. And she also took down some rogue saplings. The weeds seem to be under fair control this way, its better than using chemicals she thinks, and so do the critters...her echinacea plants and red poppies have all been beheaded...by rabbits or groundhogs. OMD. They never are around when I am back there, and if I do not see them or hear them in their dens, I don't try to evict them. Maybe she needs to set live traps? If they are on the outside of our fence its hard for them to get under the fence because it is deeply buried...
Any other ideas?
Well, before I go, I want to say my thank-woofs to all my wonderful furends who sent messages, and prezzies. I ‘wuf’ you all!
Dogster is still a furry fun pawlace to romp about in, Hip-Hip-Hooray!
That is a link to my bloggie in case you wish to visit me over there.
June 8th 2014 9:41 pm
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I dogtated a big bloggie to the dogretary after a long stroll through the lanes of my village, well at least the ones I go on fur my daily walk!
Here is a link to the whole posting so that you can see the pictures that go with the text.
Freckles Blog: A Stroll Through My Village Lanes
I hope you enjoyed that virtual stroll!
May 30th 2014 7:13 pm
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I was a Stinky Pup!
Yes I was!
My nickname sometimes..and sometimes my real name!
Tuesday it was my real name. OMD!
Growlmy was puttering in the yard…and still in her jammies, Yikes!
She went to the wood pile to add some junk from her patio planters that she had clipped in her daily dead-heading. (OMD, I hope she doesn’t do that to me, BOL!)
So of course that means I took the opportunity to start my own rounds of the back woodsy area.
When I finally emerged, I was no longer a white dog with tan marks, I was a grey dog with black all over. So stinky that I even had my own cloud of flies. Eeuuwwwwwww!
At least that is what growlmy yelled. I was quite proud of my accomplishment. Wagging my tail…
Growlmy acted quickly and shut my doggy doors…and than went to get a leash. Hey, a leash on me while I am in my fenced yard?
She then opened the back door and made me come inside, still on leash. Oh-oh. Now I knew I was in big trouble..cause we went into the bathroom. Its not called the *bath*room for nothing…
And I got the royal treatment.
And I even presented growlmy with another tick! Eeuuwwwww! At least it was only looking for a home…nope, not happening, growlmy said and flushed it down the toilet!
She scrubbed and scrubbed me trying to get that awful stank off of me. She rinsed me all off and did it again. That’s better she said…though I was begging to differ, I had kind of liked that 'not-doggy-smell’.
Then she insulted me further by clipping my tootsies. She said that is easier when they are soft…but now how’s I supposed to be a good digger?
And then she still didn’t let me out of there, she got out the hair dryer and used that on my furs to fluff them up…and what is a dude gonna do with floofy furs I ask? Well she wanted me all dry because she had to put new flea and tick treatment on me, it was time again. And she sprayed me (...with *Neem Protect Spray*, too…a repellant of natural oils. Smells not too bad…peeps can use it too.
And then she only let me out on the leash after that. Humph…Pffftttt. She said she didn’t want me to go back to my roll spot, cause she didn’t have time to give me another bath. Well, I didn’t want one…but she also says she can’t have me on the carpet being a Stinky-Pup.
She said all this reminded her of the childhood books about Harry a mostly white terrier doggy and the tail of his called ‘Harry The Dirty Dog’.
And today I found a new spot that was oh so rollable!
Growlmy shoveled dirt over it…Booo….
She wishes she knew what/who is making these rollable spots fur my pleasure and her consternation. There are varmints there, I know it! If they keep making yummy rollables, I might just let them stay, BOL! Actually I only can smell their dens, I haven’t been able to oust any of them…as yet…give me time, give me time.
No pictures ...TMI, and too gross...BOL!
May 30th 2014 7:06 pm
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Growlmy has been doing lots of not doggy things…like yard work, her job and other chores.
She even abandoned me for a whole day when she and 7 other ladies went to some flea market. What? She went to buy fleas? She is nutszo, BOL!
All she brought home was some boxes of greeting cards, presumably not for any fleas, I hope.
The weather has become quite summer like, and pleasant. We did have a very bad round of thunderstorms coming through our area just before growlmy went on her outing. One of the ladies in her group said that her childhood farm home had been hit by lightening and burned down, a 4 alarm fire, OMD:(
No one was hurt and growlmy’s friend hasn’t lived there for many long years, but of course it held a lot of memories for her, and how she must be sad when she drives by it each day. ( Same lady’s own home burned down about 20 years ago, she must have renewed nightmares during storms…the power of lightening is not controllable.)
A few days ago, growlmy was out in the woodsy part of our yard, and doing some more ‘lumberjack’ work…I was hot and too lazy to go inside to the house where it was being cooled by the A/C…so I lay down on the remains of the burn pile. Growlmy about had a fit, here is a mostly white pup laying on an ash heap, BOL!
Of course you all know what happens later in this tail...
Pawppy got himself a new set of wheels, but says I am not allowed to go in it. Shucks.
I still have to do any car rides in the old van…but hey, it won’t knock me out with the ‘new car scent’! And it smells like me anyways…and I mostly get to ride shotgun in it! (With my doggy travel harness on, of course…)
Unfur-the-younger inherited pawppy’s older car, since he needed his own set of wheels.
Our driveway will look like a car-sales lot if evfurryone is at home!
And now a Super Snapping Snapper Saga…
Pawppy came home from work, and growlmy was pulling up those eternally pesky weeds.
Pawppy came in, and quietly went to growlmy and told her to keep me occupawed, and to try to figure a way to remove a large snapping turtle off our property.
So I got called to growlmy, was given a treat bribe and put inside the den, and the doors were shut. Just as if I had to do guard duty. Wait a minute! There was a varmint out there and I got locked in the den?
Growlmy took a look in the front yard, and sure enough there was a snapper there. A big one!
It looked like this one...Super Snapper - UGLY!
Head stuck in the fence fabric, and still trying to get through. Digging wouldn’t have worked either. And woe was MJF if he tried to woof/bite at this angry critter.
So growlmy got a couple of shovels and a yard cart…and first she shooed that snapper to pull its head out of the fence fabric…she put the shovel in front of its beaky head, and then pushed a bit…that rascal snapped at the shovel, OMD!
I don't think I want this to snap off my schnooter, OMD...
Eventually it retreated enough so that growlmy could now figure out how to get it into the cart and relocate it.
After a lot of snapping, shovel manipulating and more snapping/lunging, she got it into the cart. Now what?
She saw the neighbors to the north were home, so she asked the girl if her step daddy was there…yes.
He gave permission to take snapper to the creek and release it.
Little girl was fascinated by this snapper, and had to be warned not to get close because that dude was angry! It tried to climb out of the cart on the bumpy ride down to the creek, so growlmy laid the shovel over it to keep it corralled. That thing tried to take a bite out of the shovel…and growlmy could feel the shovel being jostled...yikes!
Eventually the creek was attained, sheesh that was a long hike down there, that property is way bigger than ours!
Snapper was released, but needed encouragement to go in the right direction. All the while it kept lunging. Talk about scary!
When growlmy finally let me back outside, I had a good sniff of that cart…but there was nothing in there to get excited about anymore. Growlmy said she was glad I had not found snapper before she did…else my schnooter might have been gone, or my paws…
That snapper was about the size of a dinner plate, and rather tall and heavy, too. It was more than likely a female who was trying to find a good place to lay her eggs…um…not in my yard pawlease!
A long time ago, before my time, growlmy said there was a huge snapper in the neighbor's yard, it was super-duper ugly, too. It was even more scary looking not because of its size which was so big it could have been a living garden stool...but because it was likely an Alligator Snapper, we are just at the northern edge of its range.
It was like this ugly dude:
I hope you all had a fine Memorial Day...Growlmy had to be at her work, helping Nursing Home Residents. Some of whom are Veterans. Thank you so much for all you did!
May 14th 2014 11:01 pm
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When I got up today, growmly told me I was a furmouse pup!
You are honored for catching bunnies and acquiring a tick. YUCK!
Thank woofs to the Dairy Gal fur picking me as a DDP!
Well the DDP isn’t yuck, BOL!
Here is a nice picture Cooper and his gang made fur my DDP. Thank-woofs so much!
DDP PICTURE FROM COOPER AND HIS FURMILY
I have not been able to scare out any more bunnies.
Growlmy hasn’t found any more tick on me thankfurly.
It has been rather quiet, other tun all my barking racket.
And it has been raining and raining and raining…maybe I should turn into a duck until the rain turns back to sunny times!
And the nice warm days have gotten dank and chilly with a cold breeze.
Its been raining so much that our grass is growing like the proverbial weeds…and pawppy says he can sit in a chair and watch it grow…and it will just have to wait until the rain stops to get another mowing...
Pawppy is getting a new vehicle, and unfur the younger will get the used one. I think when unfur drives into our driveway, I shall be all confused when pawppy doesn’t get out of it…and I need to relearn the new one. Today I was watching the street from my inner dry sanctuary in the dining room…I can sit at the picture window and look out over my terriertory…and I started to bark and woof and wag…pawppy was coming home from work…and I knew it befur growlmy did, BOL!
Thanks to Hershey and Winkie fur the blue ribbon, and thank-woofs to Anya and her furmily fur the Golden Bone. Thanks to Dixie and her furmily fur the balloons, too.At least I don’t have to get all bent out of shape about those balloons, they are a lot less threatening than hot air balloons, BOL!
And now being as it is so furry late…I shall woof my goodnights and hit my nesting spot…you know; a good turn around, and a better scratching to ready the place and then I shall sink down and ZZzzzzzzzz…………zzz…….zz…….z……..
May 11th 2014 8:48 pm
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Happy Mother’s Day!
Happy Growlmy's Day, BOL!
Boss-boy came over today to spend time with growlmy, and me of course.
Unfur is out of town, so he sent a card and lots of love.(He didn’t have phone service where he was, how primitive!)
It is now midsummer here, OMD!
Over 80Degrees. That is quite warm for this time of the year. Not long ago we thought spring would nevfur come let alone hot weather.
Growlmy was watching our weeping cherry tree for a burst of pink bloom, but that isn’t happening this year, Only a few measly blossoms widely scattered over the branch. It is leafing out, though. Winter kill is what happened here, I think. Maybe next spring…
I have noticed some yummy candies scattered throughout the yard. So growlmy tries to thwart me from my loot. Yuck she says…hey, finders keepers; does she want them?
They seem to be close to the dandelions that are having fun growing here…now who gobbles up dandelions? Bunnies!
I think the Easter Bunny got sidetracked here by all the salad greens and has taken up residence here. I get to enjoy his rental fee payments, BOL! Growlmy still says yuck.
Growlmy also said a bit more than yuck the other day. She had me on the counter to brush my teeth,,and saw something sticking up out of the fur by my ears.
Eeuuwwwww! YUCK! DANG!
A Deer Tick - transmitter of Lyme disease. It was partially engorged, stealing my JRT-delish-corpuscles…how dare it do that:(
Well growlmy didn’t have a tick remover, but she got under it with the fine side of the flea comb, and got it all out, even that nasty head. YUCK.
If it had been found on her, she would have called the human vet and gotten some prophylactic antibiotic (doxycycline) but she has read that prophylaxis is not recommended for dogs.What? So now being a senior pup and already prone to things like Arthur I Tis…she all need to be vigilant for lameness.
Nevfur had an imbedded tick befur, though some have been seen crawling over me…promptly removed…
Growlmy thinks the bunnies are bringing me more than candy…so she also warned the neighbors to pay attention to their pup and kids for ticks. They don’t have a fence, and critters come and go. Way more than in my yard.
And speaking of bunnies…on their account I have been called a bad dog, a monster, a murderer…and worse…not suitable to put here…
I was helping growlmy when she was weeding, and OMD, I found a whole bunny nest! I dug and dug…and sniffed and whoops! Out came at least 4 if not 6 wee bunnykins…in all directions. Which one to snag first was my only trouble…I got two…and one went into the neighbors yard and Daisy had it for a snack…*my* bunny…
Could not find the rest…until yesterday, pawppy found one, and befur I could do anything growlmy coaxed me into the den…and shut the door. Hey! I want to play with that one too!
I keep going back to the nest site hopeful to find me a playmate…but growlmy knowing the wee ones were not there dismantled it and poured bleach on it to make it unpleasant for my sniffings…
I was just doing what I am supposed to do growlmy, hunt varmints…esp ones that bring in nasty things like ticks…
We have not had snow here since early April, but last week, there was a snowstorm of feathers all over the northern neighbors grass…some critter had gotten yet another chicken dinner. At least growlmy knows it wasn’t me…poor chicken…now the southern neighbors have gotten another bunch of them, I wonder how long befur they are a foxes dinner…
The roosters crow all day long, what a racket. I sure do hope they do not try to fly into my yard…they also have nasty beaks and claws.
And today there were balloons! OMD! I *hate* those huge things. They trespass in my airspace, they make lots of noise and they need to be barked loudly and incessantly until they take heed and fly away. And yup, they did…and I barked fur a long while after I could’t see them anymore just to make are they stayed away.
Now I am barking at the thunder that is rumbling and grumbling all around us…Hope that we don’t get a bad storm.
Off to bed I go...
May 5th 2014 11:34 pm
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Unfurbro-the-Younger Is An Offurcial Bachelor
May 3, 2014
On Friday May 2, unfurbro the Elder, also known as Boss-Boy to me; the dog-guy, came over to the peeps den, which of course is where we all dwell. I thought we were going to spend 'quality time' together. But nope.
He had an overnight bag and crawled into his old bed which is still here for such times as this I suppose…
On May 3, 2014, the peeps got up in the wee hours and we furry ones just kind of blinked at them, what on earth? So we slept and suddenly they all left.
But not befur Boss-Boy started grumbling and made some naughty words, too…Um I won’t woof more…TMI, BOL!
He picked up a dangly black thing with silver colored ends and threw it away…
He said some fur had chewed through his USB cord.
Boss-boy's chewed up USB cord...
Oopsie, those silly kitties thought it was a worm or a snake that had to be evicted…and they are not telling who killed it either, so there.
He couldn't blame me, because I don't get to go in the livingroom where his stuff was unless growlmy or pawppy are there...
That’s what you get fur planning to leave us all day…
As I said they all left, and it was barely light.
It was blustery, damp and heavily clouded. Rain on the radar in some areas of our State. And cold, made more bone chilling by that biting wind, Brrr! It didn’t get much above 45 if at all.
They all drove to Ann Arbor; final destination: 'The Big House’. That’s another name for the University of Michigan’s Stadium, called that because it is one of the largest if not *the* largest football stadium in the country, the third largest in the world. It holds 109,901 peeps. OMD! That’s too many peeps fur a couple of shy kitties and a reactive dog-guy. Well, no matter pets are not allowed in there…
U of M - COLLEGE OF ENGINEERING
They didn’t go to see any sports, though. They had to witness the offurcial becoming of a Bachelor of our Unfurbro-the-Younger. He now is A Bachelor of Science in Civil Engineering. Otherwise fondly known as a geek, BOL! An Offurcial Bachelor Geek! He also got to wear a long scarf and some golden tassels, in honor of some of his good grades and scholarships. The kitties think they would have had lots of fun with those tassels, and more fun with the tassels on his cap. We all could even play hide & seek under his gown…but of course non of us furry ones were there…only in thought could we cheer on our newest Bachelor.
As I said it was cold…the clouds were oh so furry thick, and threatened rain most of the over three hours the peeps were sitting on those cold hard bleachers. Growlmy had on a sweater, a scarf, gloves and 2 jackets…and she still shivered…as did most evfurryone there.
But being thankful fur small blessings, it did not rain! Now that would have been terrible. Growlmy was thinking enough already, we are all going to get pneumonia…
For a couple of short moments the sun made an appearance, and how the crowds cheered and clapped. So loud they scared it back behind the clouds, BOL!!
Grads Filing Into The Stadium
TimeTo Start The Ceremony
Thousands of grads and their families at the Big House, May 3, 2014
It took over 90 minutes fur all the graduates to file into their seats, like a nevfur ending stream…
After all the speeches, and lots more shivering it was over and my peeps all met out in front of the stadium to make a few pictures…
My unfurbro is a Graduate Bachelor!
Dan: A Newly Graduated Bachelor May 3, 2014
Dan, my unfurbro and new Bachelor with Growlmy & Pawppy It was cold, but Growlmy took off her jackets...Brrr!
...and then they had to walk the long way back to the car, and drive off to get some hot coffee and noms. Growlmy left her jackets on all through lunch…and even left them on fur a while after they got back home, BOL!
So now Unfurbro-the-Younger is going to go to Grad school, to put yet more learned matters into his head…and then the peeps can sit on bleachers yet another day when he will be a Master! They hope it will be much warmer...
You're going to need a lot of coffee, Unfurbro of ours!
Just for fun here are some pics from Boss-boy's graduation a year ago...it was sunny and warm...
Boss-boy May, 2013
And that is the latest chapter in our furmily doings.
I did say I wasn't allowed to go, nor my kitty brofurs, but just as well, being as it was so cold. Yesterday and today was a lot warmer...but that's another story!
May 1st 2014 9:19 am
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Yesterday was my barkday/birthday, but I still got more comments, prezzies and messages after growlmy went to her own nest...
So of course I have to write all about it!
And thank woofs to all of my pawsome pals!!
I got a couple more pictures from Droopy and her Momma, and of course that means that Rascal helped, too, Woofs!!
A Birthday Picture from Droopy and Her Furmily
Another one from Droopy, too:
A Second Birthday Picture from Droopy and Her Furmily
They did a nice job!
I got to bark at that truck that comes by each week to steal the junk in the big bin at the curbside...its so noisy, it doesn't even pretend to be stealthful in its deeds...
I had to do some yard-guard duty last night, as the peeps went out to dinner, but even though it was my barkday, I had to stay home...shucks.
Oh well, I got more treats when they got back!
I gotta go now, ore barking work out there....WOOF!
April 30th 2014 10:31 pm
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OMD!! Its my birthday!
I have gone around the sun 12 times!
Happy Birthday to Freckles 4-30-2014
I got a nice picture from Cooper and his helpers:
Happy Birthday to Freckles 4-30-2014 Thanks Cooper and Helpers
I got another nice one from Austin and Doo:
Picture from Austin & Doo - Thanks!
And I also got another picture from The Kirk Furs and their Momma Shawna:
Picture from The Kirk Furs and Momma Shawna - Thanks so much!
And now I sure am hoping to make that same journey lots more times! So as to dogabrate a lot more of these funtimes bark days!
I was worried the other day that Dogster was going to be problematic and not be there anymore, but the fleas were evicted and now things are well. Hooray!!
Today growlmy stayed home with me most of the day, so that was fun…she didn’t do yard work, so I didn’t dig, BOL!
But we did go out back to see some things going on back there:
The Bleeding hearts are thriving. See the buds?!
I said hi to Daisy
Watching things in my yard...4-30-2014
But then she came downstairs with a big bag of stuff…Oh-oh! Birthday stuff.
She messed around in there and came up with several items…and then she got out that camera of hers…Oh-oh! I know what that meant…
You got it pals…picture session time.
Oh well, I always score me some treats, so thats OK.
At least until the blinds fell down, almost on top of me, Yikes!
She needed to pull them closed to deal with lighting issues, and when she started to do that, down they came! And up I got!
So eventually when she fixed the problem it was back to picture taking.
Hey, growlmy, did you forget something?
Its my birthday, but I don’t smell any cake baking?
Well, maybe later when she has to go to the store…I sure do hope so!
I did get some yummy treats...4-30-2014
Minko tried to photobomb my pictures, but then the tables got turned and he got some pictures taken of him! BOL!
Minko the Photobomber...4-30-2014
Later this week, growlmy and pawppy have to leave me fur the whole long day…unfurbro is graduating, from college, and there are no pups allowed over there…
Maybe later on I can show you pictures taken of that event, sans me of course.
April 9th 2014 10:19 pm
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Well, growlmy found me in the yard hunting!
Nose to the ground...then munch-munch-lick the chops and repeat.
This started after I ran lickety split through my doggy door to bark at the neighbors cat. (A handsome tuxedo kitty, growlmy says.)
Well, something else caught my eye, actually my sniffer. Yummy stuff! By the time growlmy had caught on to this I had cleaned up a whole lot of cookie crumbs…and there was blue icing and easter egg sprinkles on it, Mmmm!
Now how on earth did all those yummy crumbs get on my side of the fence??
The older kids over there know that I am not supposed to have that kind of thing, and they wouldn’t want to share yummy cookies with me anyways.
The youngest rascal over there is about 4 years old. Likely he was the guilty pawrty, BOL!
Goodness only knows why he would want to part with a cookie. And no the icing was a light blue, so still no clue as to how my schnooter turned blue a while ago, Tee-hee!
Monday I was enjoying helping growlmy do her yard work. OMD What a load of limbs and branches came down over the course of our harsh winter.
That stick/wood pile is humongous!
I cannot even try to climb it, its so full of sticks all in a tangle and evfurry-which-way! Only those pesky rude red squirrel dudes are able to maneuver their way through it to the top…where they sit, munching left over 2013 walnuts and taunting me. Grrr!
Well, she was trying to be a lumberjack, and was removing a dead honeysuckle shrub. She must have disturbed a lot of underground varmints…cause suddenly she saw me in pointer mode. And then I pounced…pointed and relocated the sounds,and pounced again…YES! I got it!
A vole. It kept trying to escape, and even tried to dig itself underground again. No Way! I wasn’t going to let it go, I worried it and grabbed it by the neck…and it was a goner. But then growlmy spoiled all my fun…and wasn’t going to let me even try to sample that prize…she gave it a vole funeral, whatever that means, BOL!
And then it tarted to drizzle…sigh…even the weather spoils my fun...
Our yard is already showing lots of those typical trails from the work of all the underground moles, voles, and gophers. UGH, say the pawrents, fun say I!
Growlmy says her work is cut out fur her…so many weeds are already coming up! Sheesh, they are so dang frost hardy and a constant cause of hard labor. And the real gardening work of the season hasn’t even gotten underway!
Today was a great day, about 60 degrees! And sunny all day long!
But…growly couldn’t do anything in the yard…she had to go and find out why one of her tires was looking so tired. OMD! There was a big screw stuck in it. So, well, now her van will need to be retired, but at least it won’t have to go to the pasture, BOL!
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