Tuesday, October 06, 2015

Mischief on a Tuesday

It seems as though the acdMom has not been around home enough lately.  Having taken the opportunity to work an additional 31 hours in nine days made for an upset pack.  Well, in all honesty, it was really only one dog that expressed his displeasure in an obvious way.

Trail was doing some figuring...

to try and determine when she would be home.

Then he tried to write a note about how much he missed the acdMom...

Reading a book to pass the time wasn't such a good idea...

An Uncle John's Bathroom Reader

Trail ended the week with the declaration that it was TIME for the acdMom to spend more time at home...

a battery powered alarm clock

Not to worry, the additional hours are finished and the acdMom is home and spending lots of quality with the entire pack and giving Trail a few extra hugs.

Trail making sure that the acdMom doesn't leave his sight!

Friday, October 02, 2015

A walk on the beach

Yesterday's Wordless Wednesday post was Brook and Bill at Panmure Island beach.  It was a much needed bit of peace and quiet in our lives.  Things have been a bit hectic the past week and a half.

After the barn cat's abscess cleared up and he was returned (somewhat reluctantly) to the barn after four days in the house, we had an attack on the hens and rooster. Initially it looked like it may have been a coyote because of the size of the scat that was left as a calling card, but after speaking with someone who hunts, it seems likely that it was a raccoon.  

Going out to feed in the morning and finding the rooster and two hens dead/gone was very upsetting.  As you probably know, they are more than livestock, they are pets.  

The remaining four hens were removed from the barn to a dog crate in the yard for the day for repairs and clean up.  Once they returned to the barn the dogs were allowed outside.  

As always, Trail was very interested in what had happened in his yard.  (yes, a little hen poop was there too)

I found it amusing how he lay in almost the exact place that the crate was. He spent quite a bit of time snuffling through the wood shavings that spilled from the crate.

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Tasty Tuesday

A few days ago, I was lucky enough to receive a bag of corn on the cob. A big bag.  Five dozen cobs for free!  
My main intention was to dry it on the cob for the hens and the rooster to have as a treat over the winter months.  Typical Trail, he had to be a part of the husking process.  

All the other dogs were content to lay on the couch or a dog bed and occasionally glance over to monitor the process. Not Trail, he has to be a part of everything.

I was tempted to give him a cob just to see what he would do with it but I knew that there would be four others wanting one too and that would make a big mess. Besides, I didn't want them eating the cob.

There are over three dozen cobs hanging upstairs in a spare room drying out for the hens. I've never done this before but so far it seems to be working well.

Not to worry, there were a few kernels that made into the food dishes that night.  There are also a couple of bags of kernels in the freezer too.  

Later, there were carrots...

Monday, September 21, 2015

You still there?

Are you still there?

Yup, we're still here.

We've been away from blogville for a little while because we had company.  From away.  That is how everyone here refers to people who aren't from the island. They are from away.  Our company has now gone back west and things are back to what we call normal.

Normal meaning that the dogs are now the number one priority and getting all the attention once again which includes going to the beach at sunset.


We hope that you are still there and continue to visit.

Friday, September 11, 2015

Dog Bed....Cat Bed?

Since we have both dogs and cats in the house, we tend to be all about sharing.  As previously noted here on our blog, sometimes that sharing isn't all that popular.

Arthur tends to have a little bit of an attitude.  Once again, he was on the dog bed.  Trail wasn't sure that he should be.

When staring at him didn't make him move, Trail moved in to physically remove him.

After a little bit of tussling, Trail found something else to do and along came Bill.  He enjoys the dog bed and was determined to lay there even with a cat.

Later, once again, Arthur had the bed all to himself.

All this does is reinforce Arthur's opinion that cats do indeed rule.

The dogs totally disagree and besides, the cats are outnumbered!