On the last thread are the further adventures, as far as currently known to m e, of Snowball the Wonder Cat and her person, Cassie Clark. Will post more tomorrow as soon as there's anything to post.
puddle--if the farmers in your neighborhood only shoot unfamiliar dogs, could they be acquainted with Beau? Where I grew up loose dogs were shot (or at least shot AT) on sight on the assumption that they were or might be feral. Once in a while flatlanders would move into the area who didn't understand that and would be very upset when the dogs they had let run loose were shot. But they had never seen what feral dogs to to sheep. It isn't pretty. And it isn't because they need the food. And it is expensive. I remember when my uncle's pet collie got into the neighbor's chickens. He could hardly bear to shoot his own dog, but it had to be done and it was right that he should do it. But damn, it hurt him.
Problem is, Alan, that like your uncle's dog, they need not be feral. Collies seem to be the worst, but I've known labs that did the same. I don't blame the farmers. . . . I dated a sheep farmer for a while, and his stories of what strays could do to a flock were pretty scary. Usually great fun for the dogs, running the sheep back and forth. But the sheep drop dead of heart attacks. He lost more than 60 in one afternoon, from just one dog.
Beau doesn't seem like a natural wanderer like Hannah was, but yesterday was just a bit too long for comfort. He hasn't been altered yet, and I'm guessing that will help a bit. He just moved it forward on the urgency scale.
Sorry, Puddle. Made a start on the next section but became distracted and now need to turn off the computer. Nothing to worry or send Sheriff Chuck about, just not feeling very well. I promise to get back to work tomorrow.
We had a most loverly thunderstorm for about three hours today. Took me and the fur peeps up and slept through most of it. Wonderful to be curled under fluffy covers and the rain pouring, and the thunder singing. Culverts running at about half now.
Had a very sweet day with Birthday*Granddaughter! I picked her up at 8:30am, and we immediately went shopping for supplies with which to make her birthday cake. She chose chocolate cake with pink frosting! We added her name and other decor in green, added bright coloured striped candles plus a #4 candle. And while she was outside with Grandad for a moment somehow mysteriously and intriguingly M&Ms suddenly appeared, polka-dotting her cake!
We played all sorts of games with balloons and bubbles, did watercolour painting, found a GIANT mushroom in the yard, and got to see two bunnies, etc., etc.! Son arrived to picker her up a little after 6:00pm and stayed to dinner. During dinner Birthday*Granddaughter feel asleep. So he stayed and talked with me until just a few minutes ago when she woke up. He's solo-parenting for a week (beginning yesterday), as DIL is in CA visiting her sister.
I'm tired!! I could not get to sleep last night, though I lay there trying, until about 4:00am! If Grandad hadn't given this Grammie a half hour (while he tended bath time) so that I could nap, I'm sure I would NOT have made it! And it was such a worthwhile day! Granddaughter very much appreciated her gifts of music box, alphabet rubber stamps, and dresses and pants. The music box is a jewelry box sporting a white horse and fairies and it plays the waltz of the Sugar Plum Fairy. :-)
Ah, GRAND! Was thinking last night when this was posted that likely four was my favorite age for my children. Something so new, and they're beginning to get verbal and really be able to talk about stuff in an abstract sort of way. . .
Granddaughter*in*VT is first!
ReplyDeleteOn the last thread are the further adventures, as far as currently known to m e, of Snowball the Wonder Cat and her person, Cassie Clark. Will post more tomorrow as soon as there's anything to post.
ReplyDeleteTomorrow, well, you know what I mean.
ReplyDeletepuddle--if the farmers in your neighborhood only shoot unfamiliar dogs, could they be acquainted with Beau? Where I grew up loose dogs were shot (or at least shot AT) on sight on the assumption that they were or might be feral. Once in a while flatlanders would move into the area who didn't understand that and would be very upset when the dogs they had let run loose were shot. But they had never seen what feral dogs to to sheep. It isn't pretty. And it isn't because they need the food. And it is expensive. I remember when my uncle's pet collie got into the neighbor's chickens. He could hardly bear to shoot his own dog, but it had to be done and it was right that he should do it. But damn, it hurt him.
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Problem is, Alan, that like your uncle's dog, they need not be feral. Collies seem to be the worst, but I've known labs that did the same. I don't blame the farmers. . . . I dated a sheep farmer for a while, and his stories of what strays could do to a flock were pretty scary. Usually great fun for the dogs, running the sheep back and forth. But the sheep drop dead of heart attacks. He lost more than 60 in one afternoon, from just one dog.
ReplyDeleteBeau doesn't seem like a natural wanderer like Hannah was, but yesterday was just a bit too long for comfort. He hasn't been altered yet, and I'm guessing that will help a bit. He just moved it forward on the urgency scale.
And Cat, I enjoyed it so far. More. . . .
ReplyDeleteThanks!
ReplyDeleteSorry, Puddle. Made a start on the next section but became distracted and now need to turn off the computer. Nothing to worry or send Sheriff Chuck about, just not feeling very well. I promise to get back to work tomorrow.
ReplyDelete:^}
ReplyDeleteWe had a most loverly thunderstorm for about three hours today. Took me and the fur peeps up and slept through most of it. Wonderful to be curled under fluffy covers and the rain pouring, and the thunder singing. Culverts running at about half now.
ReplyDeleteAhhhh!
ReplyDeleteHad a very sweet day with Birthday*Granddaughter! I picked her up at 8:30am, and we immediately went shopping for supplies with which to make her birthday cake. She chose chocolate cake with pink frosting! We added her name and other decor in green, added bright coloured striped candles plus a #4 candle. And while she was outside with Grandad for a moment somehow mysteriously and intriguingly M&Ms suddenly appeared, polka-dotting her cake!
We played all sorts of games with balloons and bubbles, did watercolour painting, found a GIANT mushroom in the yard, and got to see two bunnies, etc., etc.! Son arrived to picker her up a little after 6:00pm and stayed to dinner. During dinner Birthday*Granddaughter feel asleep. So he stayed and talked with me until just a few minutes ago when she woke up. He's solo-parenting for a week (beginning yesterday), as DIL is in CA visiting her sister.
I'm tired!! I could not get to sleep last night, though I lay there trying, until about 4:00am! If Grandad hadn't given this Grammie a half hour (while he tended bath time) so that I could nap, I'm sure I would NOT have made it! And it was such a worthwhile day! Granddaughter very much appreciated her gifts of music box, alphabet rubber stamps, and dresses and pants. The music box is a jewelry box sporting a white horse and fairies and it plays the waltz of the Sugar Plum Fairy. :-)
Ah, GRAND! Was thinking last night when this was posted that likely four was my favorite age for my children. Something so new, and they're beginning to get verbal and really be able to talk about stuff in an abstract sort of way. . .
ReplyDeleteSounds good indeed!
ReplyDeletelistener, it sounds like an exhaustifying and utterly loverly day. *hug*
ReplyDeletelistener, you don't do things by halves, do you? I shouldn't be surprised if she remembers her fourth birthday lifelong. Very good on you all.
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