My life has gone to the dogs!!!!
Literally!!!
WARNING GOOD PEOPLE:
When you see this...
RUN!!!
It all started so sweet and innocently.
Remember my sweet little puppy I picked to keep. The one I haphazardly started calling "Baby Daisy". Her mother's name is Daisy and she is so sweet and goofy just like her mother.
It became my little baby talk name game with her and I never expected it to stick.
It stuck, we still call her Baby Daisy and we say it 900 times each day.
It stuck, we still call her Baby Daisy and we say it 900 times each day.
It is confusing for some, especially the mail man and UPS man, they both told me I need some more dogs!!!!
My house is not the favorite house in the neighborhood to deliver packages to. I usually have to get at least one dog out of the truck so he can leave. Poor man.
Remember this pic from early this summer, she was about 6 weeks old here.
This is the same little rabbit, in the above picture.
It's amazing to me how much she had grown.
She has done her fair share wearing dresses and such. (Baby Daisy and Ringo)
Doesn't she just look like a little girl dog, her little ears sit just like little pig tails.
She was so cute when she and her little sister were tiny and they would play so ruff and tumble, they would get their little dresses just filthy, real little country girls.
Have you ever tried mopping with 2 of these things hooked onto your mop?
Impossible!
We ended up keeping 2 of the pups, both females. I chose one and one chose us.
We ended up keeping 2 of the pups, both females. I chose one and one chose us.
I sold all 4 males for a nice little chunk of change and NO I am not doing it again, not anytime soon in this lifetime anyway.
Look at that little baby dog point!!
She is a pointing fool, they called her "birdie", that is a bird dog compliment I am told.
(I really didn't pick her at all, she just melted my heart).
Even the President of the Mid-Missouri Quail Forever Chapter wanted her, but nope, he had to settle for a little male. Baby daisy wasn't for sale, Baby Daisy was going nowhere for no amount of money!
So now, let's do some ciphering here.
We had Toby the Healer and Abby the Boston.....that's two.
Last December after much heated debating, Husband decides he can't live without the addition of two English Pointers....that makes four.
Add in two pups...Baby Daisy and Ringo......we have a grand total of SIX dogs!!!
Oh My Goodness, what are we thinking??
Are we thinking?? ?I don't think anymore, I give up.
Remember the girl who sold all her chickens this spring because they were tearing up the yard and scattering the mulch??? Those look like glory days compared to now days.
OMG! I should have kept the chickens, at least I would have fresh eggs.
Everyday is a new adventure and everyday I put things up, things away, things higher, things in the trash, I kiss them, I cuss them, I swear I'm giving them away yet I return each week from the thrift store, with a bag full of stuffed toys , ones that I have spent two hours looking through the rubble for.
The ones that squeak, squawk, laugh and wiggle.
The ones that made my front yard look like it snowed here this weekend.
And for:
the one who has to ride the 4-wheeler every time it's started.
the one who has to ride on the lawn mower with me.
the two who have learned to let themselves in and out of the screened in porch.
the one who has chewed up at least 7 pairs of flip flops this summer. (Ozzy) (daddy bird dog)
the one who ate 9 pages of my good summer read while I was still reading it.
the ones my husband calls the little heathens
and for all 6 that cause me to read the same paragraph 11 times when I'm trying to read something.
Oh the excitement and interruptions,
I bet next time my husband listens to me and that monkey ain't sounding so bad after all!
Until next time,
Chanda
