We Just Love These Guys

 

Such a dainty eater

Such a dainty eater

I haven’t lost a finger yet…..These Cow boys are amazing guys. Of-course horses, sheep, goats, are wonderful and our dogs, cats and pig (are) human but we are just getting to know about the cuteness of cows…..and it is really fun

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Pinky

This little lamb is so  tiny and feminine and has the cutest pink nose!

Peyton and Pinky

Peyton and Pinky

 

 

Pinky

Pinky

Her brother is bigger and  has has a black nose and so it is easy to spot them from far away.

The Awesome Aussie and the Persistent Pom

 

Hello, Gorgeous!!!!!

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!!!!

Team work!!!!

 

 

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

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

 

Okie the Wonder Dog!!!!!

Okie the Wonder Dog!!!!!

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”

No More Babies !

Just one more baby goat….and that’s it. “We just HAD two babies born two days ago” Tom said patiently. But they are sheep, not goats. We have not had a baby goat born in what seems like forever…..I agreed that it was time for a Vet call to get all the neutering over with.

In fact, now that I thought about it, I would call the vet right now. I needed to ask him how much it would cost to de-scent a family of four!!!

Filetes De Mojarra Borracho Y Ceviche De Pulpo

After our fun day at the Houston Street Fair last Saturday, I was saddle sore and Tom was whatever you call bare back sore. After the bullpen adventure Tom wanted to tear into a big beefy steak, but I thought of Bingo, my Longhorn buddy and I was thinking more about enchiladas.  We agreed on a Mexican Seafood Restaurant we love called “Siete Mares”. We had tried just about everything on the menu and wanted to try something different. Our favorite waitress, Elia was there. She said “I think you guys should try the Filetes De Mojarra Borracho ” The translation was Drunken Sheepshead Filets. Sounds yummy, but I couldn’t eat that or Cabrito either. Tom laughed and said that sheepshead was a type of fish. Too late, the image was already in my cabeza. “Let’s try the Ceviche de Pulpo”. I knew what that was, but I thought I will pick around the tentacles and gorge on the chips, salsa and avocado. After two weak margaritas, Tom tried to talk me into taking a bite of pulpo. “Aguafiestas” he laughed, which in this case meant party pooper. I smothered it in pico de gallo and swallowed a spongy tentacle. I was already thinking of what awful thing I would make him eat when I had the chance! I knew the perfect payback… my cooking!!!!!!  The things we do for love…..

It’s A Girl!!!………….and a Boy!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mom’s got lots of milk and she is resting while Sky keeps an eye on the babies. The rest of the sheep have already come over to say hi and welcome them to the ranch. Not sure what we will name them….maybe Tina and Deano, or Tony and Dena…..