Hazel got spayed yesterday. Yes, yes, it's major surgery and all. She could be heard whining from the lobby of the veterinarian. She sat stiff and tragic in the car on the drive home.
They shaved me and put me in a cage. I threw up on my ears.
It feels strange when I squat to pee. I'm glad Lynn washed that smell off my ears. Why am I so tired? I didn't get to walk today or play or anything. Phooey.
Well anyway. Thanks for taking that cone off my head before the photoshoot.
Some of you may recall reports on the feral cat population here at the Bad Dog Ranch.
During winter I leave food out for them. This cat (aka FFC) is the one I see most frequently partaking of the food. He sometimes leaves his mark next to the food bowl. In spite of that, now and then a different cat is spotted visiting the bowl.
This may be him!
The notion that inviting feral cats into the inner perimeter would result in fewer mice has not proven to be sound.
What happened recently might be considered proof. We got a new refrigerator! We moved the old one into the garage. (To store the cat food!) Naturally, I did some reorganizing and sweeping in the garage prior to this momentous new arrangement.
Well, the amount of mouse poop sweepings can best be described as deep.
Does that mean no more free lunch for Fluffy Feral Cat and his brethren?
Happy New Year everybody!
Being asked by the Pharisees when the kingdom of God was coming, Jesus answered them, "The kingdom of God is not coming with signs to be observed; nor will they say, 'Behold, here it is!' or 'There!' for behold, the kingdom of God is in your midst."
- Luke 17:20-21
This has been a year full of uncertainty. You know, being told you are nonessential and you will die or kill someone else if you do something nonessential or if you do just about anything without a mask on. You know, looking for the whole story about what's going on in the world but getting only what the media decides to tell you. There are businesses shut down, people out of work, families separated, our nation divided.
It's hard not to give in to fear and despair. Let us remember that Jesus tells us not to be afraid.
On this Christmas Eve we remember that Jesus, the Word made flesh, was born in a humble stable.
He will not fear evil tidings; his heart is steadfast, trusting in the Lord.
-Psalm 112:7
Mighty Henry caught a mole the other day.
(Both Henry and the mole were unharmed.)
Meanwhile, there are other dogs around here having fun too.
It can't all be fun though, must prepare for winter.
It's here.
As some of you may recall, The Handsome One and I always get ourselves a gift for our anniversary. Previous gifts include this awesome flashlight.
Other cool gifts were binoculars and a trail camera. This year was a banner year. Our anniversary gift was kitchen cabinets, countertops and not only a bigger sink but undermounted too!
Hickory cabinets!
Our old kitchen was original to the house which was built in the 1970's.
The white walls weren't original, however. When repainting an old layer of pale yellow paint was revealed.
Well. No more pale walls around here.
This year we jettisoned the Christmas Tree. The late and very wise Mabel's indifference to the tree many years ago, was surely a portent.
Though we're scaling down some of the jolly embellishment, that doesn't mean the Bad Dog Ranch isn't properly adorned. We kept the Manger, of course.
There's also Santa walking his hedgehog.
Some snowmen have an alien encounter.
Lily reluctantly wears a festive holiday ribbon.
Alas, nobody rocked the festive holiday ribbon like the late humble Rosebud.
Merry Christmas from all of us here at Bad Dog Ranch.
One of these days, I'm gonna put a camera up high in a tree and maybe get a picture of an owl. Till then, here's this.
Some Robins head south in the fall but many choose to remain.
Wild turkeys are rather quiet this time of year. They make up for that by whooping it up in early spring.
The Dark-eyed Junco is not a permanent resident. We see them twice a year as they stop on their way to where ever they're going.
