Be very very quiet....
We are sneaking up on a rare and beautiful sight.
The almost extinct sleeping bulldog.
These animals are very sensitive and elusive.
Here we see one of the most sensitive parts...
This animal can go from sleeping to sniffing out
cookie with lightening speed.
settle down now...
See the intensity in the eye.
We must be very quiet and still.
Very very slowly.
At any moment she could snap.
A successful tagging.
Now we can follow her in the wild and are able
to identify her later.
We leave this beast to rest in her lair.
That was a close call.
I almost had to call in Jim.
Getting really nuts around here.
I don't know what is wrong with these people.
Where is my ball?
Well....I guess it is this overcast weather.
Making us do funny things.
Smudge went to a party this past week.
One of our neighbors had a birthday.
She got to meet a new "friend"...
Lola did not really like Smudge.
She burrowed into her owner's coat. Silly wiener dog.
Better luck next time..
This is Terrie.
She made the cute bandana that Smudge is wearing.
It has dogs on it doing yoga.
Loved the fire.
For some reason....folks keep doing this to me.
I just don't get it.
They must be shy.
On to brighter things..
A beautiful Gladiola.
That color is gorgeous.
My little Knock Out rose.
I dedicate this to our friend Chuck who got skunked this past week.
He is the Oak Hill Iron dog.
This is Smudge's favorite toy.
The ears have turned into hair.
Smudge is growing at a record rate.
She loves to dine out.
Her favorite foods are venison and beef.
With a side of raw bone.
Dreary dreary dreary...I know we need this rain..but it is really cramping my concrete style.
You can see how the leaves are changing and "yes" that is ragweed in my flower bed.
Pumpkin plants taking over the yard.
More bright colors on the trees.
Oh Fall....why must ye sneak up on us like that?
The wild beast has awakened from her slumber.....
Still lame in front.
Medicating and hoping for the best.
His rear legs are improved and he is getting around better.
No swelling, and no heat in the front hoof.
He walks as if it is possibly his shoulder or knee.
I am beginning to think that he was injured while rough housing with his brother.
Ollie is a rogue type mule.
I guess he was not handled a lot when he was young and really could care less for people.
He is not easy to handle. To catch him we have to put him in a stall and then work on him.
Of course we did not know this when we got him (another story). I have tried every method known to man to make him like me. I think he does like me...but only if I am on the other side of the fence. This makes his lameness a real pain not only for him, but for us humans as well. It also complicates things, because he can make his condition worse by fighting us. Kind of a sticky situation.