Monday, March 02, 2015

Monday Mischief

Once in a while, the dogs get into things that they shouldn't.  

When I returned from the barn, I saw this


It is/was a pencil. Never did find the eraser end.

Later, Hiker was in her crate and Molly went over and stuck her head in. Hiker was not happy about that and she growled. Now, Hiker is, as you likely know, the most laid-back one of the pack.  I assumed that she had a Nylabone in there. Not common for her to be chewing a Nylabone but what else would she have?

Well, it wasn't a Nylabone.


That is the plastic bottle that I use to take the warm milk to the barn cats. Yes, warm milk. Its cold out there and if the milk starts out warm, there is a good chance they will drink it before it freezes.  I'm not sure how Hiker got the bottle but she was not giving it up. It took a very stern "drop it" for her to let it go.  

Look at these two. Hard to believe they would chew things they shouldn't.




Sunday, March 01, 2015

Snowed in

Since our last post, we got snowed in for a couple of days. Literally, could not leave the property due to heavy snowfall and high winds.  Yesterday in the paper, there was an article that noted the recorded amounts of snow across the island for the month of February were 222.8cm or 7.30 feet. That is one heck of a lot of snow in one month. (too much)  Not to worry, we made it through and of course, all the dogs enjoyed it to varying degrees.

Once the storms stopped, the sun came out and we got outside as much as we could.


The interesting thing is, that because of the winds, there are places in the yard that have little snow, as in the picture above.  Other places have high ridges of snow.  The wind also blew small branches and clusters of needles off the trees along side the house. That is what you can see all over the ground. (It's not something that needs to be picked up, although that is what it looks like.)



The path to the barn is now knee-deep in most places. Luckily, the weather has been very cold recently so I've been able to walk on top of the snowbanks with only occasional footsteps breaking through. 

Our last post generated a couple of questions as to what the "new" barn cat's name is.  His name is Stripe. His new best friend in the barn is CC (chicken cat). CC is named that because she sleeps in the stall with the chickens.  Stripe is a lap cat and is quite happy to sit my lap if I have time to sit on an old milk crate and fuss him up a little after he has a drink of milk.  

At our place, there is always room for those that need a place to be.

Friday, February 20, 2015

Sharing

At our home, every effort is made to ensure all are treated equally and fairly. With a pack of dogs, it is important for them to share.

Molly seems to have taken the sharing idea a bit farther than others.


Arthur didn't seem to mind Molly sharing her Nylabone while he was napping.

Then, Arthur and Alice decided that the dogs should share the big dog bed.


Molly was initially a little confused but then decided that the bed was big enough for all three of them.


Trail wasn't as hesitant,as soon as Molly and Alice got up, he lay down and was asleep with barely a glance at Arthur who got a little squished but didn't seem bothered by it.


One more aspect of sharing has occurred in our barn.  


This cat showed up a couple of weeks ago and the three feral cats are sharing their accommodations and food with him.  He is extremely friendly, not a typical barn cat. Yes, he can stay.

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Another storm is coming

We are expecting another winter storm on Sunday with "significant snowfall amounts" according to the latest forecast.

This is what Brook thinks of another winter storm.

Thursday, February 12, 2015

A Hoarder?

We may have a hoarder in our home.  There hasn't been any official diagnosis but one definition found online indicated "...the need to collect and keep items..."  Hmmm.  Makes me wonder.

Could she be a hoarder?


Yes, that is our Hiker.  She did something similar when she was first adopted. Back then, Hiker would pick up mittens, shoes and slippers and put them in a pile.  She has started again and now takes everything into her crate. There is never any damage to anything and she has no problem with the items being taken away and put back where they belong.  

It becomes a game where I will follow her, lightly stomp my feet and demand to know, "where are my slippers?!"  Hiker gets excited and we play a soft game of tug until she gives up and rolls over for a tummy rub.

Well, hoarder or not, we love her and her slightly odd behaviour.  Besides, its always easy to find the slippers and mittens that may go missing.




Monday, February 09, 2015

Cat got your tongue?

We have put a little twist on the saying cat got your tongue?

At our house, it is...

Cat got your leg?

Bill and Arthur
Cat got your tail?

Arthur and Trail