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AS always... when I am standing on my lonesome... I start to fidget with the settings... because you know.. I have to figure out how to take pictures under deceiving light conditions... so I mess about... and this the result. Oh well... it is interesting to note the size difference in the bellies of these guys... and yet the smaller of the bellied two is probably bigger than the one further down... so now you can only imagine how big this guy is going to be in a couple of years.... hmmmm... the real question is.. .will I still be standing in the same spot.. or will I have gotten another lense by then... ???

The life & times of Deanna's summer

This is what I do... stand around and watch for things. I believe I am a professional observer. Since I seem to wander around this world with my camera at the ready.. this is what I get. Although of course that leads to greater contemplation about .... you know... camera-ish things.. which I have to tell myself.. "just be happy with what you have...." Which is true... of course when there is the little demon sitting on your shoulder announcing "there's always room for improvement... I have to admit I agree! It's easy to be sucked in.... V.E.R.Y E.A.S.Y.!

Three times is the charm!

Well.... guess what....

I checked my microstock account....

I am moving up in the world....

SOLD another photo!!!

I now have 90 cents sitting in my account.

Dream life here I come, in approximately 337 years.

What's exciting in Deanna world...

Absolutely nothing!

You really thought I had a story .. didn't you?

Well ... I don't!

I even checked two older lottery tickets....
"Sorry not a winner" was all they said.

Yes, not shocking news I am afraid.

I did stare into my moms end cupboard and longingly looked at her beautiful ripe tomatoes... I am big into fried tomatoes these days.... Hey.. come on... I found the recipe on the internet... surely it should be legit.

I only ate about 10 fried up tomatoes yesterday... and have no problem of the very same thing today... in fact.. I will check on my front yard non garden that happened upon me... and see how the tomatoes are doing out there.

I did give the tomatoes to my neigbours... but I am thinking they do not want them... and now I do.

Now that's a story.

A-Tomato-Taker-Backer.

Say it 10 times... it's ridiculous.

Well how about this... nobody will know... I am going to stealthly go retrieve them this very moment... and hide them deep into the transparent shelved crisper. Because I have three of them.. .in my monster fridge.

Must go quietly now....

Excellent!

Can You Hear the Nightbird Call?

by Anita Badami

Excellent book. Enjoyed it very much.

It's Monday...

What a shocker.

More exciting news later.

I'm a liar.

There wont be exciting news later.

Now that's NOT a shocker.

In other news worthy to mention but shouldn't probably mention but will:

I walked into the bathroom last evening, and stared at this large pellet type brown looking thing on the the bathroom floor.

IT STOPPED ME COLD.

I consulted with the husband.

In clearly womanly HYSTERICS, albeit in a calm voice... 'WHAT IS THAT?'

The husbandman in his UNkingly wisdom said it was nothing.

Hmmmph.... I shrugged my shoulders and wondered away....

A bit later....

I marched BACK down the hall into the DEN where the quickly DETHRONING of the husbandman was yet again said...

"OK... so if "that thing" was nothing in the bathroom... you need to come see NOTHING IN OUR BEDROOM!!!! I quietly HISSED.

THAT STOPPED HIM COLD.

Me in my greatest wifely wisdom asked him to explain away THREE brown pellets sitting on our bedroom floor..... and knowing the NOW unKINGLY husbandman... he would have noticed this such BLEMISH when he went out at around 6:30 in the evening...

This is where the story stops and starts. The DETHRONED husbandman went into action... pulling out furniture, looking under beds, checking dark places, and any other locations where 'such a creature' might inhabit.

There have not been any signs of pellet dropper this morning.. so our guess is that a squirrel visited our home.. and left.

AND.. the little Missy Till Till put herself to bed into her basket last night at 8:30, and never got up until the morning... so I am thinking that if something would have been wandering around, she might have caught a whiff of it...

ONE CAN ONLY HOPE!

Let the games begin people.

Oh it's the end of the day...

I should have known that.

I remarkebly got nothing accomplished today.

Well... with the exception of opening up my steel trap door of a PC cover, and replacing my adaptor. I am thinking that it was breaking... or trying to break, or pretending to work, or just testing my patience. At any rate.. it was simply annoying.. and I was just having a hunch that this was the root of my problem.. (well, and the adaptor telling me that it wasn't getting a signal, was the give away.. but then other times it was running at 36.. or 48... so you know.. , some days I only run at 18... so there).

The girliegirl went to bed with a sore throat. I knew what was next. I immediately had to plan in my head... all the things that I would have to do in the day... , and not do....

1. call the sister to inform her son that my girl would not be attending school with him (great cause for increased anxiety for the grade six gaffer).
2. called the school.
3. called the sister in law and cancelled our walking arrangements
4. thought about calling my doctors office, but was uncertain of the timing that the sorethroatian would get...
5. opted for the walk in clinic.
6. massive waiting room full of sick people.
7. Instant repulsion to walk in clinic.
8. put name down, and immediately left to do errands.
9. remembered other errand type things that I forgot
10. back from errands, still a number of people in waiting room
11. people filing out too slowly for my liking.
12. woman with 3 1/2 year old child feeds him a chocolate chip cookie and juice. Never stops talking . EVVVVVVVAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR.
13. shoot darts at the little boy with my eyes. she never told him to be quiet once. yes... i am hating children that make noise. really... evil yes.. oh well.
14. see the doctor for 4.6 minutes, leave with prescription
15. drive across street, drop of rx, agree to come back in 30 minutes.
16. drive to computer hospital, purchase adaptor.. clearly I am unadaptable.
17. back to pharmacy.. thanks.. they didnt process the prescription.. it's ok really people... I only left at 0930 this morning... and it's closing in on 12 45 in the afternoon.
18. call sister in law, confirm that YES we will not be meeting today.
19. talk to her on the phone while I clean bathrooms, wash mirrors, clean living room furniture, fold laundry... hang up in time to vacuum, wash dishes, move loose papers, cleaned off counter for the computer project.
20. water flowers out front, as it is hot today... and despite rain arriving at some point.. today they need water.
21. talk to the sister quickly.
22. leave the PIP and her antibiotics and the crazy little "elpster" in the homeland.
23. drive to the school at 2:30 to be early for the nephew, who I know will have had a trying day being on his own without the PIP for support.
24. by 3:00 go to find the middle school anxiety ridden child... trying to be low key about giving him independence... find him in the knick of time to have one of his teachers tell me he has a detention... "ahmmm. for what...? She tells me he wasted class time.... ok... so what did he do... well... that's for me and him to discuss... (with the crying child standing next to me...)... Uhm.. listen I say to her... it's Friday... the end of the week, he's been without his classroom support all day, and in between that I ask the nephew how he was... he said he had a 20 percent good day, and 80 percent bad day.. so I say to the teacher... why don't we let you discuss this with the mother on Monday... so then she says this is the way all kids get treated... well... guess what oh mighty educator... all of "your chitchat" with him is really going to get through... and I said that I had someplace that I needed to be... and I couldn't wait. I guess this would all be worthy of something if he was a typical kid... but he isn't... and what adaptations were put into place when he said he didn't want to run, but couldn't tell you why.... what supports were out there for him.. other than her own agenda.
25. fly out to the car, drive up the hill and collect second child sitting on the steps of the school, since 2:40
26. drive home to sit and wait at the sisters where I hope that her husband will hurry and get home... because ... I still have things to do at my homestead.
27. I would have liked to brought them to my homestead.. but with the PIP feeling down and out.. I thought I best not.
28. Initially left to pick up the first nephew child at 2:30, found the other an hour later, then remained in the sisters homestead until five oclock.
29. Right.. upon arrival dog is all squirrely and crazy... clearly in need of something to eat.. I have not had a chance to cook her any amazing RICE for her dinner special.. fortunately I had cooked her up some ground beef yesterday.. and I magically mix it in with her kibble... lucky me... the trick worked...
30. next... i am starving...since I am on some super sonic quick weight loss diet I throw together romain lettuce, tomatoes from the garden.. (anybody want some?), and some ground beef... with maybe a teaspoon of dressing...
31. OK.. back in business...take apart the computer....
32. OH WOW.. vacuum it out! Not sure if that is the best idea in the world.. but that is what I do... plus I have that suppressed gas stuff and spray that around.. with the vacuum running...for added fun. Unload about 10 pounds of dust bunnies... which is what I was thinking about with the adaptor... was it being affected by the dust...
33. Install new adaptor... plug the computer back in .... and .... and... and...
34. Houston.. we have lift off.
35. Looked at the evening sky... thought I should be out and doing my evening circles... you know.. I just said NO...
36. Left the homestead to look for bears... didn't see any bears, but saw my buddy VERN, and ONE of the guys with the golden glasses...
37. Returned home... finished dishes.. as they do not seem to end...
38. Talked to the husband man.. yes, this needs to be written down.. as it isn't a regular occurance.
39. Looked for marshmellow stick....
40. Returned to the great indoors... looked at the piles of projects that I had anticipated for today... decided to check out how well the adaptor was working... and here I am.... now listening to the rocketship son play his Bohemian Rhapsody (which I will never never never ever get sick of listening tooo)... and now he is learning Canon, and Beth (from Kiss)... I will start again tomorrow... but then again.. I work... so it wont start till later.....
41. Later people.

Todays adventure in...

hair colouring could quite possibly be a mistake.

Wont know until I let the stuff sink in, rinse it out, and unwrap the towel.

In other things far less adventuresome but worthy of note:

The Gramericason seems to be managing with his new school time slot.. of course it also means that he must get up early... but for the moment he does mind.. as his pretty little GF is always in the process of meeting up with him.

The aged little "Till Till" continues to enjoy her rice and chicken everyday. I am adding into the mix her regular crumbles...not sure what to do when I run out.... does that mean that her time has ran out too? For the moment she is still eating and drinking, and likes to carry her ball around.

The girl wore PIP tails to school. She can carry it off... because she is cute. Cute in her white capris & snazzy pumas. Lucky young PIP girl.

The husband.... well... he did his morning chores, kicked the boy in his backpack, and drove the girl to school. Sounds worse than what it is... it was a comedy induced kick, after the boy and I had a comedy act hug.... you know.. the akward hug sort of thing...

Which is what left me to colour my hair... which I believe is still going badly. I will blame the sister..she told me to buy the colour.

The husbandman is leaving on Sunday for a one day road trip, with one of his many boyfriends. I wonder if that one day road trip could be put to better use rebuilding a bathroom in one day... that would be nice. I will suggest that for his next Sundays adventure....

Scared to look at hair... will continue to ramble.

Bear season for me this year has been a bust. I didn't get near the pictures that I wished for. With the exception of a few good folks, there were too many sightsee-ers... not that I am not a sightsee-er myself.. but there was this certain noise factor... and of course ten zillion cars zooming past had something to do with it... I am guessing...

I will adventure down to the park in the afternoons now... I love the afternoon sun, and hopefully I will catch a couple of pictures of my favourite black beasts..... but first.... must go deal with the hair.

Oh that familiar sound...

THUU-ONNG

Another bird just bit the dust.

Will keep the eyes averted when I dart to the car.

Hopefully the weirdy type lizardly thing that the neighbour flung with his shovel yesterday wont be engulfing the nearly dead bird while I am in the middle of darting.

These are the true tragedies of trying to get to a walking group!

Once in a while ....

I would cook for the family....

If I wasn't busy cooking for the dog.

So, was she really departing from this life, losing weight quickly, .... & quit eating all that she knows was hers?

Do dogs only have enough numbers of kibble, before they are all kibbled out? I mean really.... she just gave them up... like a smoker. I quit. No more. Not having them... EVARRRRRRRR.

BUT NOW... because of the dog food intervention that we are in the middle of.... the stove is always on cooking a pot of rice. PLEASE.. don't come for coffee,.... instead we will sit and chat over a bowl of rice. Really.

I returned to the vet the other day.... I thought that the next time we went to the vet, it would be our last... but no... we trotted in... with her brilliantly infected ear. She has gained a pound since last week.... and emptied our non existent bank account another 120.00. At least they don't charge to put her on the scale.

The husbandman cooked chicken breasts tonight... one is saved for her breakfast tomorrow. GOD help us if ONE of the humans in the home wished to eat it.... that would mean the death defying missy would be minus her expensive protein for the morning.. and she couldn't possibly just choke down plain old rice.

Shit.. i am hungry just writing about it....
That "Till"... she is such a trooper... even when I said to the husbandman last Friday night to have a beer or 19, and take her for one last drive.. as she couldn`t go on like this, and it was just as bad having to watch her all day.. as in watch her walk from her favourite place to her favourite place, without sleeping in any of them, but rather just stare off into space. Dogs don`t do that... they pick a spot and sleep. End of story... but somehow the husbandman breathed some life in the little miss till till, and despite her incontinence problem that she has had off and on for the past bit.... the crazy cooking family has found her new reasons to live. ... tonight she is curled up in her favourite lawn chair.. doing what she does best... sleep and be `the till``

Run of the mill..

In back to school ville.

It's a beautiful sunny day.... and we are back to summertime. I think it is only going to last long enough for today...

My first Grade 9 experience so far... asking the boys GF to delete a posting from her Face.book. He was shocked, she was shocked.. and probably another good reason WHY we don't share passwords.

Straightened the girls hair... wishing I was HALF as beautiful as she is going into Grade 7. Hair coiffed and parted to the side, with a gentle enough curl to let it fall over her shoulders. Glad that I could make this all happen for her.

She asked me what I did with my hair.. back in the 1490's.

Nice child.

So I thinking..

I need to visit an eye person specialist.

For a number of months it appeared that I just couldn't read in the living room. I couldn't figure it out.... WHAT THE HELL?

How is it that I am not able to read in my very own livingroom?

Does this mean that the husbandman should HURRY UP and build a new space.. so that way we can incorporate new lighting.. and hence.. more reading?

An expensive endeavour.. but you know.. he MUST stay busy... should he not?

About two weeks ago I went to the dollar store.. and there I found THEM.

Magnifying glasses.

I found the gum section of the store, put them on.. and WHALA!... I can see.

So now... it's back to the livingroom to read again. WHEW.. close call.. and here I thought that I would have to get the husbandman to build a new room or something for me to read in... we wouldn't want that now.. would we...?

OH.. and because I was trying to be a smarty-tarty pants... I changed the font size on the blog... because you know.. the whole sight thing.

husbandman gets older and....

turns....

Into GADGET-man.

So... on top of him being the KING of all things... in his stealthy silent ways... he has now entered into a new realm...

LAPTOP world.

I am not kidding when I say he is KING silent. He says nothing... only onto his friends... and then they.. talk about men-like things... things that excite them... like hockey scores, drywall dust, radiators, plywood, (AND how expensive ONE SINGLE piece of plywood can really turn into), power tools & other useless pieces of info that seems to make HIS world go around.

I am OK with that... he's happy talking to someone...

EXCEPT the freaking CRAZY WIFE that is left holding the bag as to what.. "he might magically like" for his birthday.. when he clearly says nothing.

I mean really.. is NOTHING nice?

I might just be hung up on gifts... which I then "just happen" to let the husbandman in on.. and HIM with his steel trap memory.. remembers.. while... the woman that really is lost out there in the world remembers NOTHING that the husbandman has told her.

But now.. as of today.. he has entered laptop world... and is connected to the outside world once again... with HIS own password to get the computer up and running. Lucky for me... he just told me the password....

AS for the trauma that is plaguing the life... Little Miss Ellpee is currently holding her own... we have taken to cooking her rice and chicken, with the odd side of carrots thrown in. She still is enjoying her ritz crackers, with cheese on the side. I am not sure if she will ever go back to dog food... EVER AGAIN.. as she seemed to resist it on a good day, when she didn't mind eating. Not sure how long we are going to have the Little Lady Nine Lives Catdog around... but for today she is still with us.

This is her, in the back of the jeep.. with her harness on... looking for bears....

Too much, and too little

The days are creeping by quickly.

Somedays they are not quick enough, and other days there are not enough hours in the day.

This past week has been hugely trying, of which the only thing I will speak of is the Little Miss Till Till.

Now she is 12 (ish ) years old. It only takes common sense to know that you are not going to save a 12 year old german shepherd that has already had nine lives, and despite looking just like a dog, really reminds me of a cat. But of course the vet, and all their fees can surely save her.

OK... we will take her to the vet... because you know, it might be something fairly fixable (antibiotics for a UTI)...it's best to do something rather than a whole lot of nothing.

Well aren't we good... while we are doing a whole lot of nothing, the cost of doing nothing is rising.

Not sure what today will bring, as yesterday she seemed a lot brighter, I think that might be because she got pee all over the floors maybe. ( Making up for her lost puppyhood with us, which she didn't live here then... maybe). This morning already I can see a change in her again. The lovely stinky canned dog food that she was so excited to eat has already been shunned by her.

WE are not really excited to do anymore labwork. the urinalysis suggested that it was her kidneys that were failing, so we did bloodwork to show what the kidneys were up to... so then after that OF COURSE her liver enzymes were out of whack.. but wait... lets do another test, oh, and we didn't do a test that would show her white blood cells... too late for that... Where they have suggested to do an ultrasound.. uhm... no thanks....we'll wait to see if the bloodwork they did suggests pancreatitis... that involves antibiotics doesn't it.... ?

We'll see what today brings... so far, she is appearing unsettled, as in uncertain of where she would like to sit for any length of time.

So far so good...

No darts my way... not that any have hit me.

Although... the husbandman (KING project himself) now is calling his friend Mr. Plywood.

We are a cruel crescent around these parts.

I have been trying to walk circles around the crescent... I am working my way up to at least four laps. The darkness is keeping me back, and the people that I come across. Four laps is just good enough, I still wish to do more, but that turns it into a time commitment thing, which is NOT what I want it to become.
I'm hoping that someone will join me eventually. It's really easy... walk out front door. Walk fast. Go home. Still good for the heart. The End.

I was thinking of going to the PNE today... but "they" said it's going to be 31 degrees outside. That is warm... but it makes it even warmer when you are walking all day... with a girl that loves any and all food items. I think it would be a bit tortuous to do it today... I will wait.

We had some great action down in the bear lands two evenings ago. Two black bears came into contact with one another and had a scrimmage out in the blueberry fields. That was totally cool. Then there was a crazy frenchman screaming and yelling at "US" the bear watchers... and it just so happened that a visiting from France-land person started back in on him. Too funny. I should have taken a picture of that... that is the most conflict I have seen along our little stretch of road in a long time.

Under the "so far so good" catagory.. until the boy went to the mall for the second time with his "GF" (girlfriend):

Things were stellar.... a pair of jeans, (that he immediately belted up), some new T-Shirt that was very colourful, and a purple and black checked button up shirt. Things were good... until the GF called, and he went back to the mall for the second time... which is when he come home in a purple pair of pants. "Go Hamsterson!" that's FOUR purplish items he now owns... I guess all budding rock stars must stand out some how.

I went to the book club last night... hopefully next months disucussion will include people that talk.

Walking group this morning... yae me.

mrs debbie, mrs debbie mrs debbie....

She will hate me for this....

So my friend Mrs Debbie.. not that I call her that... but it does have a nice tone ... dont' you think....

Her lovely husbandman came home with a very special gift for the family.

A lovely brand new to you (them) OLD boat!

Very nice... very nice indeed.

Every family should have a boat.... really. BECAUSE... we have access to so much water... especially in the winter months when our backyards are flooded.

OK.. so I am doing a tour of Handly last evening... you know.. wearing in the new pavement along the other side... when I spot Mrs Debbie...

She was caught in her sons bedroom window.... her eyes as big as the wiley "MOP" aka moth(but beautiful) that had made it's home in the little MISS PIPS room last week...

Her husband proudly standing in the driveway... beaming at his "best project" ever....

Me, the ever evil neighbour.... just chuckled.

Everybody has projects... big projects, little projects, make believe projects, wannabe projects, retired projects, projects for retiring, un-planned projects, unheardof projects, ridiculous projects....

I know this.. because I live with the project KING. Now he doesn't talk much, but he does unleash some of his deep dark secrets worth of projects to me. I just smile and nod, and reserve comment or judgement, or anything... yes.. unheard for me... but you know... sometimes these projects get put in "the forgotten" land of the mind, and sometimes only resurface as an "oh ya....".

Mind you.. now that she has a brand new OLD secondary driveway ornament living in her homestead... she should feel semi-comforted. I believe it was only last year sometime when her dearly loving husband drove the kids around in a fully loaded (he he) 2015 Rubicon..... (him believing that he was going to make that purchase.....). She managed to slip the noose around his neck on that one.

Then she stated that he is a gadget addict. Well, we all have our vices.... gadgets are good if you use them.....or even need them... hmmmmm Mr Pickaspat...?

So .. I think that she has gotten off ""scott free".... that her Mr "closet" gadgetman has finally entered the big city lights with his MAN project. He claims that all he needs is a piece of plywood to get this deeply OLD, but lovely and new boat all afloat.. and a pair of trailor wheels.

NOW I ... being the nicest of neighbours... have proclaimed "YAE closet gadget man"... get out there with your ONE PIECE OF PLYWOOD.. and get this up and running... BECAUSE ALL IT NEEDS IS ONE PIECE OF PLYWOOD...

I was thinking though... instead of Mrs. Debbie FREAKING out over the tire situation that she should make the trip to the tire store herself.. and give the gift of rubber ... to her closet gadget man at christmas time.... so that way.. come spring he can put the new tires on the trailer... and they can wheel the beast straight to "old ugly boat heaven...", and then take the tires back for a refund.

THIS way... her lovely closet gadget man has kept himself all busy over the wintertime with his ONE PIECE OF PLYWOOD, and she has done the critical thinking in the tire purchase department that has the best return policy, he hasn't spent any more money on GPS's "that couldn't find a dinosaur museum even if there was still a live on marching along side of them", and the world is ONE again.

I don't know... every boy needs a project... whether it is one that we approve of, or we can afford... it gives them something to get excited about...to talk to their friends about... to dream about... at the end of the day... think of it this way... at least Mrs Debbie will match her neighbours, AND... she just might not have to weed that part of the driveway!

OK... I am going to have a boomarang tossed at my head... with little knives that stick out the side.... farewell people... this post could be the end of me......

And if I were to.....

• Cut the tomatoe vines from the front flower pot would that look bad?
• Finish reading my book during the day would that be considered lazy?
• Drive my girl to Kamploops to see a movie, would that be wasteful?
• Drink instant coffee out of desperation would that appear that I have switched camps?
• Rip off all the leaves off my pear tomatoe plant in the backyard seem premature, in the event to ripen them?
• Tell my dog to eat her breakfast for the 20th time seem bossy?
• Visit the bears every night seem a bit much?
• Try and paint a picture, appear wishful?
• Write something that was worthy be completely crazy?

The secrets of me.

There are none.
The End.
HAHA!

Did I write about the party where the cops came? Too funny... four officers march into a backyard... prepared for something... and all they see is fourty plus year olds. (Sorry to those that are not in that range or wishing to be reminded you are in that range... me included).

What about when someone collapses on a street..... it isn't so easy to call a colleague over... I NEED SOME HELP HERE....!!!

I might consider giving up my walking group.....not that I wish to quit walking.. but rather that it makes me nervous...now that I am walking with 77 year olds.

We have a beautiful NEW wonderfully flat and non pot holed road that was given to us this past week. It makes for walking around the crescent a tad bit more enjoyable.

THAT boy of mine started singing and playing the song from Sh.rek.. "Hallejulah". It is quite nice to listen to.. oh.. and he is learning the song from 54.40... something to do with a pearl... oh.. here he is... I'll ask... Ocean Pearl .... I like this boy.

Well.. enough stalling... must go colour the hair. The MUST should be have been in all CAPS.

Oh ya...

This book... I forgot about this one...

OUCH... I will not comment on this book... it brings the word "c.u.l.t." to mind. Oh yes it does people. I am not sure howcome people can become so twisted, and still think that it is right... and then to boot... have people STUPID enough to follow their lead. GOD!!!!!!

Everyday, same spot, different visitor

Book title

Here's a summer reading book, and a lengthy one. It seemed to take a long time to tell this story... almost like making a slow ascent up the spiral staircase. I enjoyed it as an easy read.

wellawella

...it's been a long time....

Since I have had anything to write....

I still don't..... ha ha ah ah ahha

OK.. so I bought the flat iron. It works completely absolutely wonderfully amazing on the little lady pipsters hair. MINE.. not so much. Now instead of curly frizz, now I have flat frizz. That's an accomplishment. I bought some products to make the hair shine, and to decrease the frizz. I'm still waiting for them to work. On the PIP they work great! Lucky me.

The boy had his X.Box returned yesterday. I will wait to see the new adventures in gaming.... with a GF. This should be interesting. He is a good character.... him and his ten thousand faces.

OH... and the maybe 12 year old furry girl (seen earlier playing her most favourite of sports... soccer... with a basketball) has now been officially named... "crow killer". She proudly stalked and killed a crow the other day. She almost got it into the house had the little lady pipster done some quick thinking and rose to the occasion to see what all the ruckess was out in the backyard... when she saw "the Till" aka "crow killer" making the mad dash to the house with the crow. The FUSS then screamed at "the Till" to get that out of her mouth... so off the "crow killer" bounced, and set it in the back yard. When I made it home with my random grocery list finding extravaganza... the "crow killer" was locked in her outside kennel with a fresh bowl of water. The best part was the look on the newly named "crow killers" face... she was smiling away, and her tail was wagging... and her paws were hanging out underneath the chainlink kennel fencing.... almost like she was pointing at her great fortunes. Too funny.... and now... since the greatest event in this dogs history has happened... she has decided to carry around " a black KONG" (the dead crow was swiftly removed AFTER the husbandman came home from work...) that she has ignored since we found the item. In fact... upon review of these pictures.. I think she was practicing on becoming the "crow killer"...

tubing adventures

Somebody is having fun.

I'm a liar!

Hardly camera shy

Camera shy.

Random Actions of the Day

Not such a quiet place

Because the paparazzi lives there.

Down at the bear vacation location.

Lots of paparazzi.

Out of the woodwork they come.

Luckily the bears already know they are there.

So they don't arrive.

My favourite solitary parking spot is now the meeting ground for a whole lot of camera talk.