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Friday, September 11, 2015

A Part Of Our Family

What a sweet little gift from above.

She means the world to us and we are so thankful to

God for giving this sweet soul to us.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Our Missy girl has been with us for seven years now. We saved her from a shelter in Washington. She was about two when she was adopted into our home. We searched far and wide through the place for the perfect dog and couldn't find what we wanted...But something pulled us back that day to go through all the cages again. And there she was sitting on a little blanket, with her droopy ears and spunky personality. We were not sure how we missed her the first time round...But thankful we went back. She blended into our home as if she was always with us. She was meant to be for Freckles since at the time our son had his dog. A year after we had her with us our son's dog passed away. Missy Girl has always been a fun loving, playful girl, always by our daughters side. We can't imagine our family without her. These little critters become a family member for life. Thankfully she has also been a very healthy girl. We have never had to take her to the vet for illness. Still to this day she is as playful as the day we got her. Energy pours out from her well tempered spirit. She is precious. I needed a model to try to learn the camera my son sent me. Trying to get a hang of all the gadgets and doo hickeys. I just have to work on getting a clearer pic without blurring too much. Missy Girl was a sweet model. Her personality shines through the lens. We just love this dog!

Friday, January 27, 2012

Nope...No Snow Here.....

Freckles got all bundled up today for our walk to the park this afternoon to enjoy a little exercise, fresh air and a picnic in the great outdoors. Though it's not snowing here...She wanted to sport her Winter wear out today. So sweet, she is. Exciting news for her this year she will be attending her very first Winter Camp next month...She's going alone...(Sigh). If you have ever met my daughter you would know that she is very shy..Which partly worries me and partly makes me thrilled for her. She is also a big time Mama's girl. I can't believe she actually wants to go. There will be a few girls from our church going as well, so hopefully she will feel comfortable. I really pray for me...I am a big ole' worry wart. I trust where she is going... Since my son has gone several times in the past few years. He's actually going again this year but, for the HS~College group. So he won't be there to look out for her. I will be driving her up and dropping her off for three days. Three whole days without my little girl. I hope I can stand it and won't be home sick for her ( I know I will ). I hope she will be happy. She seems to be really looking forward to it. And preparing just how she will be dressing when she's up there...And she's hoping and praying for Snow.

Well, one month to go and I will let you all know how it goes. On another note...We had a fun time at the park today...had a picnic basket lunch nd sat on our picnic blanket while people watching.

Our dog Missy loves going to the park too...
So much so that she was rolling in the grass with glee (grin).
Oh look she's making grass angels...
Since we don't get snow here, that is the next best thing.
Funny doggie girl. We spent a while at the park then walked back home.

Hope you all have a wonderful weekend.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Missy....

I am thankful for:

36. Fluffy pups

37. Our sweet loyal furry friend

38. Wet kisses

39. Playing fetch

40. Canine Cuddles

Monday, September 19, 2011

Going...Going...Going...

Gone.

Goodnight...Sleep Tight.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Our Week At A Glance....

We are finally getting over the 3rd bout of the bug..... I am ready to get back on track. It is hard for me to even think about much at this time since the earthquake in Japan. There are several families from our Church Missions that are out there at this time....One family in particular are friends of ours. It took two days to get news that they were alive. My heart goes out to everyone and those who have lost their lives in this tragedy... On a lighter note. I have been working on some art stuff for my shop. There is lot's of paper and paint flying around as well as some dolls brewing.... Can't wait to get those out of my head.

Our school week was rather short due to the fact we were all sick. Towards the end of the week we picked back up in our studies. We even had a lovely time walking to the park with the kids and the dog. Your never too old to play ya know. Geesh... It's great to see that our kids still like to enjoy the park and play together....Being silly is always good medicine...that's our motto!

Over the weekend Maestro got his hair cut by a friend who is going to
The Paul Mitchell Cosmetology School. I think she did a pretty good job...
Maestro seemed to be just fine with it...That's all that counts. Good thing is he didn't lose an ear.

Freckles and I had a lovely Saturday having tea with
the girls for our Literary Tea get together. It was a delight...As always!

Look at our sweet Bluebell Knoll sitting like a pretty bird on the chair...So adorable!
Hope y'all set your clocks forward...We did...Just to be sure we
made it to Church on time. That would stink if we got there and the service was already over.
Well, Hope you all have a wonderful Sunday.

Monday, August 16, 2010

My Little Red Hen

When I was about the ages of 8-10 years old we moved to a little town where there were little farms & horse property etc. It was the best time in my childhood since that was the time I had my own farm pets to care for. The first thing we got were chickens...well, eggs actually. I had the opportunity to watch the chicks hatch from their little eggs... all except one could not get out by itself. So I took it upon myself to help it out by taking some of the shell off, enough to give the chick a chance. She made it out! After a time, the other chickens started to attack her. To our surprise the little hen I helped out was a runt with a crooked neck. ( The others didn't like her because she was little and different) I will never forget when I went out one morning to feed them...the others were attacking her, I opened the gate and she ran into my arms. I took her under my wing from then on. My dad built a little cage home all her own where she would be safe and sound, without anyone picking on her. She was a funny little thing, who followed me like a chick would follow her Mama. She would come by her name ( DUSTY), she would sleep in my room, eat human food, ride on my bike handle bars and she even rode our horse. She was a delight!

Every morning I would let her out to run the yard while I fed and watered the dogs, the cats, the rabbits, the guinea pig, the chickens, and horses before going off to school. Every day she would be waiting for me when I got home. About two years went by, she had never laid an egg until one day I stuck my head in her nesting box, there she sat looking at me, clucking as if she was trying to talk to me. She lifted up her little bum and there it came... she popped out one little egg right in front of me. I was amazed, I watched it harden and ran to tell my Mother what Dusty had showed me. That was the one and only egg she ever laid. One morning I went out to feed and water everybody as I did every morning. Dusty was picking in the grass. It was my birthday that day. I was so excited and in a rush I went off to school. I came home that day to the most horrific sight a child would encounter. I stood in my yard filled with little red feathers.. My heart sank... Where was Dusty? O my! I screamed and cried out, Dusty! It was my Dusty, the feathers were the only thing left from her. I had forgotten that morning to put her back in her house. Our dogs had killed her that day and I wasn't there to save her. It was the worst ( birthday ) day of my life. It took a long time to get over that sweet hen. I think about her often... She will be remembered always. Several months ago I bought the little painting above by Artist, Julie Haymaker Thompson of a little girl feeding her hens...though they are not red hens, it reminded me of my childhood hen. Someday I hope to have hens again. At least for my children to experience the joy of raising them.. I would call one Dusty.