I Need A Pet

Like a goat who doesn’t bang their horns on the bedroom door at 2am. A barkless Pomeranian, or any dog who doesn’t bark unless my life is in danger. A pet who doesn’t shed their weight in fur everyday. A cat who can go one hour without crying for food, an outside cat. It’s 3am and I can sleep through all these routine annoyances, but Tom just had an animal jump on his face and for some reason, he woke up. He’s asleep with the door closed, I just hope whatever jumped on him is not still in the room. I can’t take another scream at this point…..just saying

Working Dog

You Mom’s know how it is when you are sick……you can’t just go to bed and let the kid’s starve and go wild…..It’s extra complicated when you have a “Princess” that has special requirements and expectations….SOOOOO it’s great when you have dependable help to ease the stress until you are 100%. Take care Tina and Dena!  Little Yeller and Bexar will help out and Grandmother will reward them soon!

walking the Princess

The Awesome Aussie and the Persistent Pom

 

Hello, Gorgeous!!!!!

We owe the wonderful blessing of owning this awesome Australian Shepherd to our sister, Moye and I just found out a LOT about the Pomeranian breed in a great magazine that Moye gave us. It reads that the Pomeranian breed was originally bred as a sled dog and they weighed 30 pounds and up. Well, Okie our little 10 pound Pomeranian  is not hindered by his bred down mini size. He knows when the alarm goes off in the form of a sharp, ear piercing bark that there is a sheep or goat in the yard. It is such a game for this one particular little pygmy goat…..she LOVES teasing them and they actually play together until Sky and Okie team up and decide that the game is over…..The goat has gotta go!!!!!!

 

Team work!!!!

 

 

Alright, I am going.......you little hoof biter

 

Okie the Wonder Dog!!!!!

You’re Nobunny ‘Til Somebunny Loves You

A giant rabbit danced with me at our wedding. (Actually a man in a bunny suit) Bunnies had always been a cuddly pet of mine, while we lived in the city. Living on a ranch for the last 12 years, I had almost given up on having anything as a pet that slightly resembles Coyote food. We thought our chickens were safe until one night we were surprised to see a team of possums and raccoons probing their paws through the tiny openings of their cage. We since have secured our aviary, so when my cousin asked me to adopt his not too cuddly bunny, I at least thought he would be safe. You could not catch him, much less cuddle with him, but we kept him well fed and safe. He had a huge 12 x 12 foot home that Tom had built for our menagerie of ducks that were now free flying around the ranch. Our bunny was happy and content until one day, I forgot to close the door of his “house”. We looked everywhere, calling him, not that he would come if he heard us. He was wild and I thought that it was hopeless, although we walked around the barn for hours calling “Binky” until it was almost dark. I went into the house, trying not to think about how scared our little bunny must be out on his own for the first time in his short little life. Then I realized I hadn’t seen our Golden Retriever, Sunny, since I had first started looking for Binky. Great, I thought, maybe they both took off on an incredible journey…or more likely, Sunny had found her and was tossing her up into the air like she has done with numerous critters that she loves to “play” with, including gophers, squirrels and once, even a ring tailed cat. So now, I was calling Sunny and worrying about her. She was hardly ever away from my side so this was really beginning to worry me.

oil painting on canvas

Peyton and I were getting ready to find Sunny when we looked out the window to see her sitting at the gate to the barn.. It was too far away to tell, but it looked like a lifeless form was beside her. I breathed a deep sigh as I walked out the door with a small box to bury Sunny’s latest chew toy. She sat there proudly as usual next to her prize, but this time our Golden girl had something to really be proud about. Binky was very much alive and content to sit beside her search and rescue dog. She was completely unharmed and for the first time let me pick her up. The look in Sunny’s eyes told it all.

Happy Birthday Tiny T

“It’s my birthday! Why do I have to take a bath? I hate baths. It’s embarrassing and humiliating, especially when you take pictures.” Poor Tiny T was pouting the rest of the night of his party. He is two years old and three times bigger than he was when he was born. He already has the tiny spurs on his back legs.

 

 

Meanwhile ,back at the ranch, Fast Eddie was happily taking a shower. It gets better, Tiny T, it’s tough being a Tortlet. “I can teach you all kinds of ways to get into trouble” Cousin Fast Eddie says.

Saturday Night Social Club

Let’s Go!!!! Mamacita had been so excited the day we took her to meet her mate. Probably because her food was in the back seat, but anyway we had no problem getting her into her little pen and loading her up for an air-conditioned limo ride to her luna miel. Miss Piggy ran after us. “Where are you going with all that sweet feed?” “I want to go, too!” She squealed. It is hard being an only pig. Maybe we could find her a boyfriend, too. Did I say that out loud? Guess so. Tom gave me the look……one pig was enough. If you look closely at the photo, you can see that she is badly in need of a pedicure and so far no one was willing to give it a try.

The first several weeks, we were able to talk to Mrs. Ladrona. She told us that she was not sure if Mamacita was bred or not. During our last conversation she told us that  her billy goat, Peligro was shy and they were still getting to know each other. How sweet, I  thought. That was a month ago and she was not returning my calls. I used to see her in the grocery store and the post office. We would see her in church. “Let’s drive by her house and see if we can catch her at home” Tom suggested. The gate had been open the day that we dropped Mamacita off but this time there was a lock and chain. I didn’t see anyone around and didn’t think we should trespass so we left.  We decided to stop by the Gossip N Go on our way home and talk to Jolie known locally as La Prensa and see if she could tell us anything about Mrs. Ladrona. We learned that her caretaker, Soy Matadero had left and she was in the middle of building a cement pond all by herself. Her church and Garden Club activities were also keeping her busy. She was in charge of the Covered Dish Social at the church hall held every Saturday night. We decided that this would be our  best opportunity to get an up date on our little chivasita.

Lost In Translation

Be a good kid. It will only be a few weeks.

                            

We are gonna miss you. You would think Bridgette and Lucky  would never see little Mamacita again. We were sending her off to be bred. It seemed like a good idea at the time. We should have seen the signs.

We loaded her up and drove the short distance to Mrs. Ladrona’s ranch. She introduced us to her beefy caretaker Soy Matadero. “We will call you soon” they chorused. As we drove away we were both thinking how hard it is when even one little critter is away from home. Neither of us noticed the faded sign as we left the property…….”Carnicero”

Ranch Dogs For Sale

Mom is a Pomeranian with champion trick rider bloodlines. Ability to herd goats, sheep,cattle and cats from the back of a horse.

Dad is a Dachshund descending from the famous Clyde pedigree, who actually prefers Australian Shepherds. 

Puppies due around Labor day. No serious inquiries please. Price negotiable to dysfunctional  homes only.

Get Smart

Spooky is no Stoopy dog. She knows how to get her two sisters to believe that there is a coyote attacking the cats and when they charge out the door, she leads me back into the kitchen to get an extra treat. When they come back into the house 2 minutes later, she is sitting on the couch guarding her cookie and looking like the queen of the animal planet.

In The Words Of The Veggie Tales

Larry the Cucmber says:

Everybody’s got a water buffalo

Yours is fast but mine is slow

O where do you get them I don’t know

But everybody’s got a water buffalo

Not everybody has a water buffalo, Archie says,  but

We did have a water beefalo…….

My beefalo jumped into the pool

The chlorine made him start to drool

The water slowly turned to brown

I’m just so glad she didn’t drown.

She belonged to our neighbor. Her mama was a Longhorn and her daddy was a buffalo that had jumped the fence on the ranch where she lived before. I guess she got her athletic ability from him. I thought he was kidding when I heard this story from her owner, Pat, but I found out that this is a popular cross. The meat has less cholesterol,less saturated fat,less total fat and fewer calories. I also read that unlike cattle, they sweat. No wonder she wanted to take a dip in the pool to cool off. “Take a picture” Tom said. Then I remembered another bit of info about her. She is MEAN! We called off the dogs as she ambled out and backed away to hop on our horses and grab our cell phone to call the pool cleaning crew. We closed the gate where she had gotten in before the whole herd joined her.