Pupdate!

Dogs got a FIELD TRIP!  But first, the terrifying hyper scared OTTBs:

 

See how activity like having a crane parked in their gate terrifies them!

See how activity like having a crane parked in their gate terrifies them!

Can't you see how terrified of the new thing they are?

Can’t you see how terrified of the new thing they are?

Ooh, we're going on a field trip!

Ooh, we’re going on a field trip!

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What is this place?

What is this place?

This is looking north towards South Haven, Grand Haven (and ultimate Traverse City, but that's a few hundred miles.  Theoretically walkable, but...)

This is looking north towards South Haven, Grand Haven (and ultimate Traverse City, but that’s a few hundred miles. Theoretically walkable, but…)

Doggy twister!

Doggy twister!

 

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"I can drink the whole thing..."

“I can drink the whole thing…”

The face of an almost-fifteen-year-old dog seeing the Big Sea Water for the first time.  (Okay, yes, technically Longfellow meant Gitchigumi, which is specifically Lake Superior, and this is Lake Michigan, but all the same freshwater system, right?)

The face of an almost-fifteen-year-old dog seeing the Big Sea Water for the first time. (Okay, yes, technically Longfellow meant Gitchigumi, which is specifically Lake Superior, and this is Lake Michigan, but all the same freshwater system, right?)

Finally, a duck in the bathroom.  Unfortunately, my neighbor's dog got into the duck pen, leaving only one duck.  However, as he/she/whatever seems to have dodged a bullet, he does now have a name...Dodger.

Finally, a duck in the bathroom. Unfortunately, my neighbor’s dog got into the duck pen, leaving only one duck. However, as he/she/whatever seems to have dodged a bullet, he does now have a name…Dodger.

 

Remember Steamgoat?

The Author:

Another year at the County Fair…and the ducks still need names.

Originally posted on Steampunk Sweethearts:

This year Steampunk Sweethearts is again a buyer at the Cass County Fair, and this time, it’s SteamDucks.  (Who are going to fare much better than the roaster chickens and turkey.  Those were picked up by the processor this morning and have a date with the freezer.  I remind myself that Cornish X Rocks and Broad-breasted Whites have very short lifespans in any case while Pekins are more adaptable.)

Post-auction in the poultry barn.

Post-auction in the poultry barn.  They have no idea what’s coming….

The turkey sign.  I feel almost as bad as I did when I realized I was walking through the sheep barn eating a lamb gyros.

The turkey sign. I feel almost as bad as I did when I realized I was walking through the sheep barn eating a lamb gyros.

One stressful ride in cat carriers and a car later, we arrive at the new duck pen.

One stressful ride in cat carriers and a car later, we arrive at the new duck pen.

Tucker stars in "The Dogs Who Stare at Ducks", the sequel to her smash hit from last summer, "The Corgis Who Stare at Goats."

Tucker stars in “The Dogs Who Stare at Ducks”, the sequel to her smash hit from last summer, “The Corgis Who Stare at Goats.”

Black Magic cupcakes with all-natural raspberry butter frosting (the flavor and color are entirely the result of fresh raspberry reduction) drizzled with bittersweet chocolate.    Blue ribbon for cupcakes--three years' running cupcake DOMINANCE! Black Magic cupcakes with…

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Another Day At The Farm

Puff has a nap.  Waiting for me to finish cleaning the barn is boring.

Puff has a nap. Waiting for me to finish cleaning the barn is boring.

The mighty black panther stalks the yard.

The mighty black panther stalks the yard.

It's a hole, it's a hole it's a hole oh boy oh boy it's a hole...

It’s a hole, it’s a hole it’s a hole oh boy oh boy it’s a hole…

Where to next?

Where to next?


It's a hole.

It’s a hole.

IT'S A HOLE.

IT’S A HOLE.

OMYGOD MOST INTERESTING HOLE EVER.

OMYGOD MOST INTERESTING HOLE EVER.

It's a cave!

It’s a cave!

Nope, just another hole.

Nope, just another hole.

Grazing without a shower for a change.  (Yes, the dark on the ground is divots of dirt from the wet ground being chewed up.)  Look at that shiny copper penny coat.

Grazing without a shower for a change. (Yes, the dark on the ground is divots of dirt from the wet ground being chewed up.) Look at that shiny copper penny coat.

Lucky's new haircut.  Shows off his neck.

Lucky’s new haircut. Shows off his neck.

Guess who had a walk around in a circle with a saddle on his back? Yep, Tice, that’s who. He appears to need a 48 girth, which is mostly what I wanted to know. He behaved quite well putting it on (a Crosby PDN with a foam riser and fleece pad), actually, and walking a quick circuit outside with just a chain lead and halter, but decided to try fussing in the cross ties. Backing up until we decided to stand seems to work, though. Lucky may get some exercise later–Mr. R’s son, who’s been helping clean the barn when I’m not here (Mr. R started doing it while Dad was in the hospital) has a half-day and might be able to come and try riding. For all the stuff he’s shoveled, he’s earned it. If they can’t come today, I may just tool around a bit. The ground’s still soft so nothing exciting. Any time the rain wants to give it up would be fine with me.

It Must Be National Be Nice To Owners Week

And I missed the memo. First nanny goat, who normally is more or less indifferent to me provided the food keeps coming, wanted me to stand scritching between her horns all night. Today after dinner at the barn last check instead of scarfing the new hay I put in, Tice wanted me to stand there and scratch his face and play with him and generally pay him attention. This resulted in only two attempts to bite which I don’t think were mean-spirited. Lucky, meanwhile, stuffed his face. He’ll regret it when, weather permitting, he has to work tomorrow.

Meanwhile, this is what Tucker looks like when Mom and Dad go out (when I go out, she doesn’t care.):

Sad Corgi is sad.

Sad Corgi is sad.

If they loved me, they would take me with them, and leave these other dogs here.  I'm not a dog.  I'm a people.

If they loved me, they would take me with them, and leave these other dogs here. I’m not a dog. I’m a people.

Back to reading “Seabiscuit.” I should be using my time more productively, but oh, well.

Ugh. Shedding Season.

I think I have more hair on me than they have left on them. Also, Lucky got a haircut. He’s too embarrassed for pictures. But I cut about eight inches of matted mane off, and I mean all the way to the roots off. He’s going to thank me when it’s hot out. They both start SmartBugOff today, have a super killer new fly spray, and Dad’s putting out the fly predators and fly strips. The bugs will be defeated, but at this rate they’ll finish shedding just in time to grow in their winter coats

What is this green stuff which grows on the ground?!?

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Yes, it’s going to be a fuzzy, fuzzy week as all the fluff comes off, but yes, there is GROUND!  With GRASS!  And yes, we may finally have fed Tice enough that he is not skinny.  (He still is a bottomless pit, though.  U-gard and SmartCalm Ultra have not taken the edge off an appetite that makes Cookie Monster look abstemious.)

Also, Lucky and Tice wish to congratulate their mutual “cousin” CALIFORNIA CHROME on his dominating victory in the Kentucky Derby.  (Tice is related via A.P. Indy, sire of Pulpit and Tice, while both Lucky and Chrome have Olympia in their fifth generations, in Chrome’s case through Lucky Pulpit’s dam.  Though Lucky, being triple linebred, shows a lot more of that sprinter style.)

Didn’t We Used to Winter In Florida (or Cali?)

Or so Lucky and Tice say.  It’s cold and the snow that melted has turned to ice, and now the wind is back.  There’s not much to do beyond stand under the sheds and eat until it’s time to go back in, where Lucky again stands and eats and Tice eats and fusses.

In related news, Tice’s very own SmartPaks have arrived.  Yes, I drank the SmartPak Kool-Aid.  Or at least decided if I’m going to give them something it’s easier just to order it than keep going to the store.  He’ll be getting SmartCalm Ultra, to deal with Mr Fussy McFussypants, and U-Gard, as his piggishness and fussy behavior may be equally related to stomach issues as “stuck in the barn and unable to go past a walk when out.”  Today UPS left a big box at the side door and inside was the drawer full of his first month’s supply.

Christmas Is Coming: A Carol

Christmas is coming.

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The goats are getting fat.

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(So are the cats.)

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Take a guess which Corgi chewed a hole in my hat.

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(It was Tucker.)

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If you ever had a Thoroughbred no other breed will do.

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If you haven’t got a Thoroughbred then God bless you!

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MERRY CHRISTMAS! from the Home For Wayward Geldings, and all the other critters.

Old School Versus New School Horsemanship

Old School Versus New School Horsemanship.

Gunpowder Joins the In Crowd

Just in time for the first snowfall of the year and the first really cold temperatures, someone up there decided that the dog to cat ratio in my house is out of balance. Not to mention this whole equilibrium between males and females in the pet world could’t possibly be right. Their Royal Pickypantses have decided that We do not like Friskies canned food right now. We are even being picky about Fancy Feast. So the other morning I said “Fine, if you don’t like it, the cat next door will.” Cat next door is actually more backyard cat, as she likes to hide in my garage and hunt at my feeders. She technically belongs next door, and I know from speaking to them they found a dead kitten earlier this year and assumed she’d lost any she had. I put out the can, and left for my dance lesson. When I got back a few hours later, I saw her sneaking out along the far wall of the garage, and went to the back of my car to watch where she went.

Then I heard the meow behind me.

Oh hi.

Oh hi.

Apparently in yard cat’s world, one half-grown adolescent male kitten is a fair trade for 2/3 a can of Friskies mixed grill. He took only a little coaxing for petting, then once I picked him up he stuck his nose in my elbow and purred really loud. Now, this was my Friday (which is not everyone else’s Friday, because my workplace is 24/7/365 so we all have different weeks) and I was leaving in the morning for my parents’ to pick up the dogs, who’d been visiting while I was at Teslacon. So I did what any reasonable person would do: turned my mud room into a hastily-arranged kitty quarantine center and put him in. He was great until the dogs arrived, and then the surprise of having three boisterous canines come barging through the door sent him scaling up my cross-country ski bag. He had, however, also somehow killed a vole for me. How it got in the mud room, I’m not sure, but scratch one rodent. With more time, I set up the smaller but warmer hall bathroom as quarantine #2 until I could get him into the vet, where he was found to be perfectly healthy and about six months old. Apparently this explains the scratching noises in the garage the last few months. I thought it was more birds.

So far, Maggie is finding him interesting, especially as when he’s not surprised by them, he’s rather placid about dogs. Tucker and Puff like cats who ignore them. Sundae is still more upset about PUPPY!!!! than another cat, PC seems grudgingly accepting. Only Marcus is cranky, and he limits it to growling and marveling at how much food a cat who only weighs six pounds can put away. Gunpowder’s amazed at the magic food bowls that always seem to get refilled.

Why Gunpowder? It was November 5th.

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