Since we are now partially heating with wood, we got two cords of wood delivered and are working hard to get it into the enclosed porch. The easiest way is to throw pieces over the dog fence until there is a big pile then move the pieces inside. Easier because the dogs all stay inside while the wood is being tossed over the fence and then they come outside and help.
Of course, their idea of help isn't necessarily my idea of help. I tried to convince Bill to actually pick up a chunk of wood but it didn't work. Considering that a big pile of wood suddenly appeared in the fenced area, the blind girls did well avoiding it, likely due to the smell. Brook was a bit confused initially thinking that we were going inside each time I walked in with wood. After a few times, she gave up and just hung out.
There was another snow storm the other day and we were snowed in (again) since the plows had been taken off the roads. We made the best of it and got outside to play. Our blind girl Hiker wondered...is this considered snow swimming?
We recently had some men in to do some work in the kitchen. Since our deaf boy Trail is convinced that the world revolves around him and that everyone wants to pet him, he was put in the crate in the car. Callie stayed in her space, Bill stayed on the couch, blind and deaf Brook went to bed and blind Hiker just wondered what was going on.
After the men were gone, we were so cozy and warm because they installed our new wood stove.
Brook and Trail
Later, Trail got up close. I was a bit worried that he was too close, but he only stayed a couple of minutes.
Recently we had an incident where cat litter cost $92.00. Well, actually it was $91.73.
Why so expensive? Ask Trail.
not feeling well
Despite two barriers, our deaf boy Trail got into the cat litter and seemed to be fine, then two days later, he was not feeling well. A trip to the vet, some anti-nausea medication and a few days later he was much better and back to normal. Normal being chasing the cat, playing ball and being silly. During the couple of days that Trail wasn't himself, the biggest change was that he wasn't his "velcro" self that he (and most Australian Cattle Dogs) are known for. I was able to go places such as the other room all by myself. I could move more than a foot away from him without having him jump and follow like I might never return. I didn't like it. Not one bit! Lesson learned for Trail? Hope so.