Dairy Daze...and Now Beyond

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

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 ki...