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Thursday, March 19, 2015

A Few More things to be thankful for

937 the face of a cow...for some reason they make me laugh
936 the poetry of a horse in motion

935 the smell of clean cat fur
934 smell of cold air during a snow fall
933 cat's chirrup
932 watching Bella the Border Collie in full run
931 raspberry jam
930 emerald moss-covered rocks in brown oak duff
929 oregano
928 color of canned cherries in a jar
927 my apple corer/peeler/slicer
926 walking through crunchy leaves
925 singing out loud in the milk barn
924 reading to Ellen
923 singing silly songs with my husband
922 smell of good leather
921 new shoes
920 Winnie-the-Pooh

Monday, March 9, 2015

938 TDIDW



Back when Hubby and I first got married we occasionally spoke about having a dog and agreed that it probably wouldn't work as we were so close to the highway that we'd have to pen it up...etc...etc. THEN along came Ellen, whose romantical ideas gained from reading cutesy books about puppies and the like were impervious to Mom's logic concerning the work and aggravations in the owning of sitch.

A bit over a year and a half ago the pleadings hit their peak. Mom remained strictly opposed, Dad caved. However, such an addition must be made to eventually contribute to the good of all; namely support itself in one way or another. Thus, in March 2014, the following was added to our menagerie;

Bella: The Dog I Didn't Want


Cute? You bet. BUT; who mostly takes care of her? The person who didn't want her. Namely Mom, which would be me, as it were.

Pain in the butt? You double-dog bet! A Border Collie is not really a breed for a kid for one thing; very, very high strung and wants to chase, chase, chase and is prone to nip whilst chasing. Very, very smart as well. She knows good and well not to be caught when she's out of her kennel; and won't go in it if she has the faintest inkling she'll get shut back up in it. Does she poop when she's out of her kennel running around? I trow not. Verily after most every walk when returned to her kennel does she vent her opinion of being locked back in with the laying of a doggie doodle or 3 or 4. Who cleans it up? Not the one who paid for her, not the one who wanted her. The first hasn't the time, the second makes more of a mess than I care to deal with every day.

And lest we forget, TDIDW must earn her keep. To that end when the weather clears up and is agreeable to sitch she must be trained to herd cattle. Who is going to do that, I ask you? Not the one who wanted her, not the one who paid for her. We have a DVD some dude from OK made on how to train cattle dogs. Fifteen minutes a day for 30 days should do the trick. We here are all a bit dubious about it, but we shall give it a try. She already knows “sit” fairly well, and is learning “down” which means she must lie on the ground. We really need to work on “come” and “stay.” Then evenually will come “way to me” and “come by.” One means left and the other means right, but beats me which is which.

The second way she will earn her keep is by reproducing. This brings on issues the like of which I do not wish to discuss. Needless to say the every issue concerning this is messy.

If she were to see all the black marks against her TDIDW would likely whine in despair and never look at me again. But I have learned to be thankful for her. (To a certain extent....I certainly wouldn't cry at all if she found herself a good, dog-friendly home where she'd be loved. Then my cat and I could live in peace.)

I do love to go for walks, but before TDIDW came along I'd usually get busy with inside things and not get a chance to get outside. But now I see that furry face peering from her kennel and my guilt gets to me so we go walking most weather-agreeable mornings after Ellen's off to school and the chores are completed. We go mostly down in the creek bottoms and up the back ridge. She has the greatest time chasing squirrels and rabbits. Occasionally she will go after deer, but not often. She was born to run and I love to watch her skim along the field like a bullet. I like to watch her and guess by her behaviour what animal she is smelling. In the bushes when she wags her tail while she's sniffing I imagine she's located a rabbit trail. Then sometimes when she crouches down and kind of slinks warily along staying close to me, I believe she smells coyote. They are all over back down there.

This winter, in the snow, she actually has been a great help to me. I hitch her to Ellen's sled and away we go; fun for Ellen, exercise for Bella and I. And Bella seems to love it too, though she only really puts her heart into it when she is heading toward calves to bark at. Or to the front porch to get a treat that I usually carry with me to give her. We all get a laugh at her digging in her claws and hunching along like a miniature sled dog. “Mush, mush” Ellen will call, and we laugh again.

TDIDW is always glad to see me, is very affectionate with her greetings and never gives me any backtalk. So all in all, she is worthy to be on my 1000 gifts list.

Friday, February 20, 2015

Back at it again

The weather has been winterish here this past week, Ellen has been home from school and there have been many, many things to do.  But without further excuses or ado:

949 puffed chickadee on the bird feeder
948 milk on my Honey Bunches of Oats
947 the perspicacity of a titmouse
946 the haunting cry of a gull
945 the swell and crash of ocean waves
944 daffodils in spring
943 the family I was blessed with, growing up
942 the clank and spin of the windmill
941 a printer with a scanner
940 the awkward grace of a giraffe
939 God's sense of humor when He created the giraffe

Monday, February 9, 2015

Well, hmmm...

I was going to do this daily, make it more fun, post pics and tell stories and whatnot.  But it's proving more difficult than I'd thought.  I will try to do better, but I'd also like to get this done and not be listing these for the next year.  Ha!  Here's a few more.  There's a bit of food favs in this particular list.  It must be because I am trying to limit my calories and want some more! (Edited to add picture of Ellen reading...that's better!)

979 a nice, ripe Bosc pear
978 gnarled oak against a bright blue sky
977 the glow of a sycamore on a dim winter day
976 cat purring in my lap
975 dew on roses
974 popcorn with orange juice
973 fresh pineapple
972 sliced bread
971 my bread machine
970 homemade sour dough bread
969 butter melting on toast
968 the feel of rich black dirt
967 the homey clucking of contented chickens
966 chickens scratching
965 chickens fluffing in a dust bath
964 honey bees buzzing in a clover patch
963 shared laughter
962 a new journal
961 daughter who loves to read
960 daughter as silly as I am
959 really good acapella music
958 Bluegrass gospel
957 the click of sealing jars
956 box turtles rustling through dry leaves
955 the smell of alfalfa
954 Matilda the cat
953 the song of a whipporwill
952 the knock-kneed charm of a new calf
951 white chocolate brownies
950 rocky road brownies -these 2 are the only kinds of brownies I can make with any vague success

Monday, January 26, 2015

983-980

983 deer dancing in the field at dusk
982 the silhouette of a deer against a pink dawn
981 a double rainbow
980 the smell of the ocean

This is slow going.  Not because I have trouble thinking up things that I am grateful for, but because I get caught up in trying to think of how to illustrate them.  Pictures are more fun than just plain words on the page. But quite a few of the greatest gifts from God are not those you can really capture on film.  I guess some of these you could.  But when magical moments happen and there is no camera to hand sometimes the picture on your heart is sweeter, however fragile it may be.