tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48109014854457716862024-03-12T17:33:18.426-07:00Dog BlogThe trials and tribulations of the dogs on our farm.Jenonthefarmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13221147611054024752noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4810901485445771686.post-26753774574185902322009-08-29T19:05:00.000-07:002009-08-29T19:27:12.953-07:00Pyr pressureI'm sitting in my shop at the Ozark Folk Center tying a broom when in walks Jeanette. Jeanette normally moves with a sort of quick grace and always has a smile. This time, she seems agitated and her movements are abrupt.<br /><br />"What's wrong?" I ask.<br /><br />"Nothing." She says as she flips over my OPEN sign and makes the be-back-at break clock read 1:30. "Come with me."<br /><br />Uh Oh...<br /><br />Around the corner, past a few other shops, there's a pile of puppies. Mostly white with the occasional spot of gray or brown. The occasional badger face peers out, too.<br /><br />"These are Margaret's Great Pyrenees puppies," say's Jeanette. "And we've been thinking abour getting a guard dog... but I wanted you to take a lok first."<br /><br />One of the little fluffballs comes trundling over to me, sniffs once or twice and plops himself on my feet.<br /><br />"They're six weeks old, weaned, with their shots and wormer." Jeanette continues.<br /><br />The ball of fluff on my feet looks up at me and I notice that over his glossy black eyes, there's the finest white eyelashes I've ver seen. And, although he is pure white elsewhere, his nose is variegated -- there is a spot of pink on either side.<br /><br />"This one." I say, pointing down at my feet. "His name is Buckshot."<br /><br />"Buckshot?"<br /><br />"Yeah. Look at his nose. He's double barreled."<br /><br />Meet Buckshot.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znU83E_MurE/SpniyI7zsyI/AAAAAAAABjQ/NswO-ZXWNJs/s1600-h/SDC10335.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znU83E_MurE/SpniyI7zsyI/AAAAAAAABjQ/NswO-ZXWNJs/s320/SDC10335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375576981263069986" border="0" /></a>Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04931244159614605998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4810901485445771686.post-76246370257543018562009-04-26T12:46:00.001-07:002009-04-26T12:46:59.642-07:00Requiem for AnakinAnakin had been dropped on our property in Colorado in 2002. We<br />watched him from a distance, with rifle at the ready, for several<br />days. He never attempted to hurt any of our animals. After about a<br />week, he began to come closer and we eventually set out food and then<br />brought him in.<br /><br />Our daughters were wrapped up in the Star Wars phenom and chose to<br />name him Anakin. As a white German Shepherd, I thought this would be<br />OK. If he ever started to turn gray or black, I would worry... or at<br />least change his name to Darth Vader. The name was a nver ending<br />problem as no one could ever get past the Ani nickname without calling<br />him Annie... and she.. I'm sure Ani was never really worried about it,<br />but it drove me crazy.<br /><br />He was very smart and had only to be told once. After being told once,<br />he would repeat that flawlessly or never do it again, depending on<br />what he'd been told. For instance, the first night he came inside with<br />us, he followed Quigley's lead and jumped into the bed. Ani's quite a<br />lot larger and he surprised me and I said "down." To his dying day he<br />never attempted to get on the bed again.<br /><br />Sometimes, he learned by observing. We had a rabbit warren break out<br />of its room and we spent hours trying to catch them all. Ani watched<br />patiently as we scooped up rabbits and put them back in the repaired<br />room. From that moment on, he would bring us rabbits... terrified,<br />soggy, but generally undamaged rabbits in his jaws.<br /><br />Once he watched us skin a chicken (we don't pluck) for dinner. He<br />patiently sat in his yard the next day and removed every last feather<br />from a chicken and presented the living, nude bird to us later on.<br /><br />He was terrified of trucks and never chased cars. However, when the<br />decision had been made to travel, we weren't going to leave the dogs<br />behind. We picked him up and put him in the truck. After a couple of<br />stops for walks, simply saying "truck" would get him up into the back<br />seat.<br /><br />Although he was never trained, he had that herding instinct and helped<br />quite often in the moving of our flocks of sheep and goats.<br /><br />He was my dog. I'm often guilty of staying up late and he would<br />patiently sit in the living room while I finished up one project or<br />another. Only when I went to bed would he come and curl up under the<br />bed or across the bedroom door.<br /><br />Through thick and thin he was my faithful companion for 7 years.<br /><br />He'll be missed more than I could have ever known!Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04931244159614605998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4810901485445771686.post-62080741712226627092009-04-25T18:39:00.000-07:002009-04-25T18:49:04.645-07:00Anakin's Passing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znU83E_MurE/SfO9dNvvWvI/AAAAAAAABHM/6RNPwzCO9tU/s1600-h/anakin82950.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znU83E_MurE/SfO9dNvvWvI/AAAAAAAABHM/6RNPwzCO9tU/s320/anakin82950.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328811093713181426" border="0" /></a>We miss our friend already.<br /><br />We knew Anakin was not feeling well and the two-leggeds kept taking him to this place he said he didn't like where a strange man looked at him with lots of gadgets. When the two-leggeds brought him home, they fussed over him and gave him special treats, but he didn't get better.<br /><br />Now he's gone.<br /><br />The big hairy two-legged had water leaking from his eyes and couldn't seem to breathe right. He wrapped him up and carried him away. I heard him say he was so sorry and he misses Anakin, too.Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04931244159614605998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4810901485445771686.post-28445074260748469212008-08-25T17:27:00.000-07:002008-08-25T17:35:02.659-07:00Anakin's DilemmaI'm confused.<br /><br />I used to be able to run wherever I wanted! Now I have to have a two-legged with me all the time.<br /><br />But it's not all the time, really, because the two legged put up an automatic dog walker in the front yard. It lets me run, but only a short way and back and forth.<br /><br />The two-leggeds started putting me on this all day long everyday! They started to do this after I ate the wiry things on the doors and windows so I could go out and run.<br /><br />Now, the automatic walker thing is confusing enough, and not being able to run when I want to is confusing, too. Having to be with a two-legged I can almost understand.<br /><br />So why did the furry-faced two legged get mad when I tried to go out to be with the other two-legged working on the pump in the back yard? Maybe it had something to do with the way I say hello and maybe what the other two legged said to furry-face wasn't as nice.<br /><br />Oh, well. At least I get to go swimming sometimes now...Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04931244159614605998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4810901485445771686.post-29880900843115108852008-02-13T14:38:00.000-08:002008-02-13T14:42:12.909-08:00My roadThe big doghouse we let the two-legged stay in is about 100 yards from a road and people keep moving those funny round-legged things with the loud growls back and forth! I bark and bark and run to the window - especially when the fuzzy-faced two-legged is still in the bed thing - but the two-leggeds wont let me run the growly things off.<br /><br />That's OK, though. I get even. Whenever I see one of those things sitting still, I sneak up on it and mark one of its legs!Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04931244159614605998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4810901485445771686.post-15354262018187590402008-01-28T13:06:00.000-08:002008-01-28T13:13:28.488-08:00Pistol's Purr-son likes string toys<span style="font-size:85%;"><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PdELyGdCRl0/R55Eljd2eLI/AAAAAAAAARA/qrly6O6OBgo/s1600-h/FrigToons.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PdELyGdCRl0/R55Eljd2eLI/AAAAAAAAARA/qrly6O6OBgo/s320/FrigToons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160637634979461298" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Hi Scraps, Anni and Quigley,</span> <p style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Just look at the funnies my two-leggeds keep on my food box! Actually I don’t think the second one will be there much longer. Csaba (the darn cat) has been getting into my not quite as tall boy’s (my girl purr-sun calls him Morgan) room and tearing up his favorite things.</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">He’s been getting lots of shots from the squirt bottle! I wouldn’t think it was so funny if that darn cat wouldn’t pick on me too.</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">My girl purr-son was looking at the blinky box and telling me about your girl purr-son’s contest about how great your people toys are. She said she didn’t think that she was allowed to enter. Well, the only webby site I know is the back porch and I don’t want to get you in trouble by sending you links. I ALWAYS get in trouble when I take things off the counter so I guess I can’t enter either but I do love your people toys too!</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I love how happy she gets making string on her drop spindle when she comes home. She has several of them but I can tell her favorite is the one with the cross that my very tall boy says is really his. I think your man made it for him. I love it when she tells that darn cat that it is her toy and he can’t play with it. Sometimes she is so happy she takes me for a walk!</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I love it when she takes all her frustrations out on sheep fur with those magic needles. Somehow those needles poke whatever is wrong into the fur and turns it into something that makes her feel so much better! How great is that? I don’t really know how it works because it seems like a good thing to keep my nose away from. It happens even faster now that she has the wood toy that holds lots of needles.</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I love how happy she is when she has a project going on her tiny short knitting sticks that your man made for her. She takes it on the bus (that’s a very-long-in-the-middle Dachshund sort of truck that a lot of two-leggeds can all ride at once) and is much more relaxed when she gets home. I bet everyone she is around while she is gone is happier too.</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I love how happy she is when comes out of the drinking bowl room all wet and clean from using your soap (aren’t they just so strange to like that?). She says it keeps her from being all itchy and scratchy. I thought that’s what flea collars are for but, whatever.</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I love how happy she is when she plays with her triangle string toys, also things your man made. She’s so happy that even when she makes a mistake she doesn’t mind very much. She won’t let the cat play with them either.</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">And most of all, I love it when she reads me what you are all up to in the blinky box. Doesn’t it get cramped in there?</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Your Friend,</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Pistol</span></p>Jenonthefarmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13221147611054024752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4810901485445771686.post-30226431053069191352008-01-27T18:07:00.001-08:002008-01-27T18:20:32.013-08:00The Workshop<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PdELyGdCRl0/R505Xzd2eJI/AAAAAAAAAQw/D-WLSFi9Nfk/s1600-h/PICT0032.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PdELyGdCRl0/R505Xzd2eJI/AAAAAAAAAQw/D-WLSFi9Nfk/s320/PICT0032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160343829151643794" border="0" /></a>Almost every day, when the sun is headed across the pasture, we go to the place the two-leggeds call the "Workshop". The hairy-faced warm one is there already. Maybe he lives most of his day there. We take the soft-voiced one with us. Sometimes, she is forgetting to go, but we remind her.<br /><br />The deer critters tease us on the way to the "Workshop". Ani wants to let them know that he will not always be dragging a two-legged. Then the deers will be sorry for teasing him. He will chase them.<br /><br />There are other hu-mans there. The other hu-mans are owned by more dogs. We don't like those other dogs. Our hu-mans make us stay on ropes at the "Workshop" so we can't go teach those other dogs who is boss. They think they are boss. They might want to take our hu-mans.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PdELyGdCRl0/R505YDd2eKI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/9wJG-wF6Xt8/s1600-h/PICT0034.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PdELyGdCRl0/R505YDd2eKI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/9wJG-wF6Xt8/s320/PICT0034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160343833446611106" border="0" /></a><br />We like some other dogs. Bear-dog is a friend. Our friend Pistol sent us news from the land where we live sometimes. We will remember to have our light-haired one let you see the note - and the funny pictures!Jenonthefarmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13221147611054024752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4810901485445771686.post-34552423319583626622008-01-16T14:49:00.000-08:002008-01-16T14:59:31.705-08:00Training the two-legged beastiesI have heard some of my friends complain that their two-leggeds are just not listening to them... that they just don't understand them.<br /><br />I don't have that problem. I have a look I give my girl two-legged and she knows I want on the bed (the stupid two leggeds made it too high for me to jump on). If she can't see me, I have a special bark.<br /><br />Sometimes, when I give my special bark, the girl two-legged makes noises to the boy two-legged and he will pick me up and put me on the bed.<br /><br />But there's hope for my friends now because a two-legged si-n-test (that's what my two-legged said) made a pro-gram that can <a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,323227,00.html">translate barks to two-legged noises</a>.<br /><br />When the two-legged read the story, he was amused and said there were only six barks recognized so far. I think there needs to be more, like '"can I have filet mignon instead of this crunchy food?"<br /><br />Maybe someday...<br /><br />ScrapsShawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04931244159614605998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4810901485445771686.post-49977931512986197632007-12-30T16:32:00.001-08:002007-12-30T16:32:10.070-08:00Back soon?<img alt="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e326/leofw/plimepics/NY_barking.gif" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e326/leofw/plimepics/NY_barking.gif" />Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04931244159614605998noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4810901485445771686.post-3649991155338792072007-10-05T07:00:00.001-07:002007-10-05T07:04:16.649-07:00Song sung dog<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'>Ani and I ran away from the two-leggeds to do our guarding job last night when the two-legged went into their bed thing. They always want us to come with them, but we knew we had a job to do.<br/><br/>Funny that the two-leggeds never seem to appreciate that guarding job... especially when we do it during the dark times.<br/><br/>While guarding we found the invader and hunted it. We wrote a song about it...<br/><blockquote>Armadillo by morning, I'll catch that animal,<br/>If I have to bark all night, and ignore them when they call.<br/>I've got a great sense of smell,<br/>It serves me real well,<br/>I don't need to see 'em in the dark.<br/>So armadillo by morning,<br/>at armadillo I will bark.</blockquote>Do you think we will get a platinum, framed doggy biscuit for that one?<br/><br/>The two-leggeds didn't seem to like it. We think they didn't anyways because they came out to stop our composing about every hour until it was almost light time again.<br/><br/>Two-leggeds are funny that way.</div>Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04931244159614605998noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4810901485445771686.post-6499378663098336382007-09-30T17:45:00.000-07:002007-09-30T17:46:30.795-07:00The missing letter from Pistol about beavers<p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Hi again Scraps, Quigs and Ani,</span></span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">My girl two legged was laughing at our web talk. She explained that two leggeds call themselves P-pole. I think we would get in a lot of trouble if we did what that sounds like (kinda like trees), but if that’s what she wants, okay. I can laugh too! Last night I sort of wanted to take her up on it when she called me a “stupid dog” just because I asked to go out in the middle of the sleeping time. I know she doesn’t like it but when ya gotta go ya gotta go! How is that stupid? It’s a good thing for her I’m not a boy. She did say she was sorry for calling me stupid at food time though. I felt better until the parakeet (a little cheeky blue bird that lives in a wire house) said “stupid dog”. Oh well, how smart can you be if you talk P-pole?</span></span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">I think we have a <span id="st" name="st" class="st">beaver</span> here at my place too. My very tall P-pole feeds it logs and puts the leftovers in a pile. He calls it “getting ready for winter”. I know what winter is. It’s the stay inside by the warm fire place time. I think “<span id="st" name="st" class="st">beaver</span>” is the right name for that growly thing because I heard my girl P-pole laughing and telling my furry faced P-pole that she found a food story about cooking <span id="st" name="st" class="st">beaver</span> tail. I thought that thing was the mouth because that seems to be where the teeth are. Humm. Considering how it smells, I don’t think I want her to give me my (usually) favorite Pre Wash job. I sure hope “getting ready for winter” is not making the beavers fat so we can eat them all cold time. Yuck! </span></span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span id="st" name="st" class="st">Pistol</span></span></span></p>Jenonthefarmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13221147611054024752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4810901485445771686.post-55408321432544165882007-09-30T11:25:00.000-07:002007-09-30T11:26:53.543-07:00What are they called? More from Pistol<span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#0000ff;"> <span id="st" name="st" class="st">From Pistol's Purr-sun -<br />Pistol</span> says that no matter what I say, it is beneath her to call me P-pole. She also has a problem with U-man. She says it's okay for the boys but I'm not a man. She thinks maybe Purrr-sun is okay. She misses her cat who disappeared about a month ago, and she likes the sun that makes the floor warm at the front door.</span></span>Jenonthefarmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13221147611054024752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4810901485445771686.post-66373108573996970472007-09-30T11:15:00.000-07:002007-09-30T11:24:56.655-07:00How big is the pack?Lots of sun-times there were other people here at the farm. They built funny people nests, even one that had a big pool of water in it. They ate with our pack-people, some good smelling food. They made lots of mouth sounds with our people. They spent full moon nights out walking with our whole pack.<br />Then they went away in their little trucks and did not come back. It has been 2 sun times now. Ani went looking for the other people. He stayed at the people nest they call "Yurt" so he could tell the new-pack people he missed them. But they are still not back. Our man-human went and found Ani and brought him back to the camper.<br />Our humans are moving the stuff in the meadow around.<br />People are confusing.Jenonthefarmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13221147611054024752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4810901485445771686.post-52397025912645466622007-09-16T12:54:00.001-07:002007-09-16T12:54:25.748-07:00The two-leggeds and their new pet... we think it's a beaver<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'>For the past couple sun-times, the two leggeds have been staying at the farm place longer. When we are all there, though, they yell at us. Don't they know that Anakin wasn't going to bite the goat things or the sheep things. He was only making sure they stayed where they were supposed to. He is a shepherd dog!!<br/><br/>And if that weren't stupid enough, the two-leggeds then started hanging their colored, flappy, furless skin things on pieces of string between trees. Trees are good to... you know... but hanging stuff on them?<br/><br/>And then they used a noisy growly thing (and they didn't yell at the noisy growly thing even though it was much noisier and growlier than we are and they yell at us when we are noisy and growly and we're just trying to warn them). This other thing was maybe just saying it was hungry because it sure ate up a part of the tree. It ate so much that the tree just fell right over. Maybe it's a beaver.<br/><br/>They dragged the trees over to a pile. I think they're going to feed the beaver thing more later.<br/></div>Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04931244159614605998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4810901485445771686.post-18416854216229598942007-09-12T06:56:00.000-07:002007-09-12T07:01:21.741-07:00Net PalsThe dogs seem to love having people comment on their adventures, or at least they like the attention I give them when I share the stories with them. The latest adventure from their friend Pistol seems to have them plotting something! (-jen)<br /><br /><div><span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#0000ff;">Hi again Quigley, Scrappers & Ani,</span></span></div> <div><span></span> </div> <div><span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#0000ff;">Guess what I got to do today. I got to eat out!</span></span></div> <div><span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#0000ff;">I asked, very nicely, to go outside, and my very tall two-legged had to tear himself away from the colored box he sits in front of and talks to. When I got out side and got done with my dirt roll, I found the fence open. Woo Hoo! I used to get to go patrol my grounds a lot more but I think my two legggeds must have made the fence higher because I just cannot get over it like I used to. They explained about the High Way and how dangerous it is and how I should stay close to their living place. Maybe the high fence is the High Way because I hurt my back last time I tried to get over it. Anyway, I got to go visit all the shiny cans with the wonderful food in them. Then I got to go roll in the big brown and white moooo's yard across the long, black hard spot. Then my girl two legged came home and found me in the middle of the black spot deciding where the next snack should come from. She was not very happy with "that darn kid" but we don't have any goats, so I am not sure what she meant. I'm just glad she was not mad at me. We girls have to stick together, no matter how many legs we have! Now I'm back in the two legged's place and am scratching up a nice comfortable sleeping spot from the strange fur coats my two leggeds shed every sleeping time. My tummy needs a rest.</span></span></div> <div><span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#0000ff;"><script><!-- D(["mb","\u003c/font\>\u003c/span\> \u003c/div\>\n\u003cdiv\>\u003cspan\>\u003cfont face\u003d\"Arial\" color\u003d\"#0000ff\" size\u003d\"2\"\>Pistol\u003c/font\>\u003c/span\>\u003c/div\>\u003c/div\>\n",0] ); D(["ce"]); //--></script></span></span> </div> <div><span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#0000ff;">Pistol</span></span></div>Jenonthefarmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13221147611054024752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4810901485445771686.post-45101542540793301672007-09-11T19:21:00.000-07:002007-09-11T19:30:58.786-07:00Good shoesThe light haired human has been gone many sun times. It is different. She does not leave us much.<br /><br />She is back during dark times, but Quigley misses her lots.<br /><br />He knows she will be back though. She leaves her good farm foot coverings in the building we spend the day in.<br /><br />At first Quigley just kept checking her shoes, to make sure they were still there. They smell like his special human, he feels safe.<br /><br />One day he tried to hide them, but she still left.<br /><br />So this sun time, Quigley took them to bed with him. They make a good pillow.<br /><br />And the light haired human hugged and petted and made many mouth sounds at Quigley when she found her foot coverings.<br /><br />Maybe Quigley should collect other foot coverings?Jenonthefarmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13221147611054024752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4810901485445771686.post-12161402862351665532007-09-04T18:53:00.000-07:002007-09-04T18:59:24.686-07:00Comments from a friendPistol, who owns one of the humans that came to our summer place, sent us this message. Pistol should come join us and chase green hoppies!<br /> <p><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:navy;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: navy;">Ani, Scraps & Quigley,<br /><br />As a pup with a bit of pork-u-pine experience, SKIP IT! It will save you and your two-leggeds a lot of pain and trouble. Green & jumpy sounds interesting but I'm really curious about this thing called elephant. My two-legged tried to tell me about it but you know how that goes. I don't understand. She said it's a huge four-legged (or does it have five legs) that was at the place she went all summer and left me home, but you say you can see it though a small crack and a two legged can get ON it. She said some other things too, but I kind of lost track thinking about the first bits. I also feel asleep remembering all the peace and quiet I had all summer!<br /><br />Pistol</span></span></p>Jenonthefarmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13221147611054024752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4810901485445771686.post-68531366586147483742007-09-01T20:30:00.000-07:002007-09-01T20:44:13.765-07:00Stick stuckWhen the two-leggeds went back to the work place yesterday, Ani and I hid from them so we could play on the farm.<br /><br />The farm has a stream we can splash in, but stream small now. Much bigger and more fun in rain times.<br /><br />But then I discovered jumpy green things. They were not there in cold rain times before. Or maybe they were just a lot smaller and jump less.<br /><br />Jumpy green things fun to chase in stream!<br /><br />One landed on a stick and I almost caught it in my mouth, but it got away and I got the stick.<br /><br />The stick broke... not at all like the other sticks I play with. It broke between teeth on both sides. I can't get it out.<br /><br />When the two-leggeds get back, it is dark, but I tell them about stick. They make sounds like "pork-u-pine." What's pork-u-pine?<br /><br />They take me back to work place and get small stick of light to shine in my mouth to see stick - maybe pork-u-pine is stuck stick?<br /><br />But then they make yipping sounds and pull stick out and say "It was a stick. Not a pork-u-pine."<br /><br />Maybe pork-u-pine are jumpy green things that make you chase them and fool you with stick.<br /><br />I show pork-u-pine next time! I catch and miss stick!Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04931244159614605998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4810901485445771686.post-88387009219430640002007-08-29T06:46:00.000-07:002007-08-29T07:34:21.830-07:00Kisses are fun!Somebody - probably one of the two-leggeds - left a leg from one of those things that I like to chase and never catch. The two-leggeds call it a deer. The leg is several days old and smells really good! I can chew on it!<br /><br />Sometimes, the two-leggeds take things that smell good away from me, but not this time.<br /><br />I thank the two-leggeds I live with by giving them lots of good smelling kisses!Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04931244159614605998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4810901485445771686.post-79104325260046071332007-08-28T09:32:00.000-07:002007-08-28T09:45:54.880-07:00Hide sheep!Soon after the sun rises, the light haired human lets the sheep out of their pen.<br /><br />We dogs go play and mark our boundaries and look for new smells. The human throws dried grass at the big animals.<br /><br />It was getting warmer when the human went through the fence up over the top meadow.<br />Human was yelling, "Sheep, Sheep!"<br /><br />Why human looking for sheep? Sheep left. Is ok. Sheep fine. Sheep go find grass to eat.<br /><br />Silly human, is better things to find. Ani find squirrel. Squirrel go up tree.<br /><br />Scrappie find rabbit! Rabbit run.... fun chase!<br /><br />Quigley find rose bush. Yiyiyi... Quigley cry lots. Rabbit gone...<br /><br />Human still call "Sheep, Sheep!"<br /><br />Fun run... more rabbits?<br /><br />Then we see sheep. Sheep run at human. Human turn around and walk to our sleeping place.<br /><br />Fun run over! Stoopid sheep. Sheep need to hide better so we can run more!Jenonthefarmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13221147611054024752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4810901485445771686.post-69826403538141789132007-08-27T16:52:00.001-07:002007-08-27T16:56:59.125-07:00Good change<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PdELyGdCRl0/RtNkHU56LPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/3nPXxQPMgxM/s1600-h/PICT0007.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PdELyGdCRl0/RtNkHU56LPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/3nPXxQPMgxM/s320/PICT0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103532879774362866" border="0" /></a>Humans moved things around in place where we spend sun-time. Humans call it mouth sound like "WORK".<br /><br />Change is good. Now Scrappie have chair all to self, not have to share with human. Human nice, but Scrappie like chair.Jenonthefarmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13221147611054024752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4810901485445771686.post-75750519249935627282007-08-25T10:03:00.000-07:002007-08-25T10:07:16.435-07:00A brief note from the manWhy the dogs? Why should they get a voice?<br /><br />Because they travel with us and 'see' so much more than we do. Because their view is so much simpler (or so we believe). Because it's fun and sometimes, it helps us - the big ol' two-leggeds - to focus on the simpler things.<br /><br />With that note, I'll stop writing and you can, ahem, go to the dogs.Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04931244159614605998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4810901485445771686.post-45529377240670385642007-08-24T08:40:00.000-07:002007-08-24T08:52:05.466-07:00SheprrrrdddI am shepherd. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PdELyGdCRl0/Rs781056LHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/DH8zN0vIOHQ/s1600-h/PICT0001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PdELyGdCRl0/Rs781056LHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/DH8zN0vIOHQ/s320/PICT0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102293429522148466" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Humans say, "Ani is a German shepherd."<br /><br />Not know what German is, but I am shepherd.<br />Make sheep go.<br />Watch sheep.<br />Boss.<br />B-grrroooooofff-oss!<br />Sheep go!<br />Sheep get out of road!<br />Sheep move!<br /><br />Grrr, sheep dumb!Jenonthefarmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13221147611054024752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4810901485445771686.post-87088887782656261602007-08-23T20:39:00.000-07:002007-08-23T20:46:21.657-07:00TRRRUUK<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PdELyGdCRl0/Rs5Tok56LBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/NNwQH_dL5IM/s1600-h/PICT0018.JPG"><br /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PdELyGdCRl0/Rs5Tok56LBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/NNwQH_dL5IM/s320/PICT0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102107384423787538" border="0" /></a>Truck is good.<br />Scrappie always like truck. Ani still not sure. But Quigley know best reason truck is good -<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PdELyGdCRl0/Rs5ToU56K_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/7MXObktKynM/s1600-h/PICT0010.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PdELyGdCRl0/Rs5ToU56K_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/7MXObktKynM/s320/PICT0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102107380128820210" border="0" /></a>Truck make COLD air!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PdELyGdCRl0/Rs5Tok56LAI/AAAAAAAAAEI/SvQCgKwEv4A/s1600-h/PICT0017.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PdELyGdCRl0/Rs5Tok56LAI/AAAAAAAAAEI/SvQCgKwEv4A/s320/PICT0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102107384423787522" border="0" /></a>Truck is good - we like truck!Jenonthefarmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13221147611054024752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4810901485445771686.post-29019957628760506312007-08-21T14:35:00.001-07:002007-08-21T14:47:23.659-07:00Sleeping<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PdELyGdCRl0/Rstcl056K-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/QrAvQQV1jS0/s1600-h/PICT0003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PdELyGdCRl0/Rstcl056K-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/QrAvQQV1jS0/s320/PICT0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101272807853665250" border="0" /></a><br />It is still hot, so this is good - sleeping.<br /><br />The humans spend most of the day in the cat place right now. At least the floor is cool. Scraps would rather have soft rug than cool floor.<br /><br />The neighbor dogs were in our space last sun time. We barked a lot and they are not here this day. All is good.Jenonthefarmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13221147611054024752noreply@blogger.com0