Tag Archives: cat

Mondays are Ruff

10 Sep

The dog has had a hard to adjusting to me going back to work.

Sky

When I get home, he gets really mouthy and demanding.

Then he gets the zoomies and races all around the yard.

When we go in, he just wants me to play ball and tug-of-war and annoys the cats.  I do play with him, but he doesn’t seem to get how exhausted I am and how I can’t just leave goats and gardening until later.  This means that he gets a bit naughty.  Hard to believe, I know.

“Why don’t you love me anymore?”

Last week, I came home to find all of my big strawberry plants had been ripped off the deck table and strewn around the yard.  I was not happy.  I did get them repotted, and now they are in the house for their protection.

Except Rocky isn’t much better.  I still have my little strawberries in the tower on the front porch to keep Rocky from playing in the dirt.

Most of them are doing well, but I’m waiting for them to fill the dirt a bit better before bringing them back into the house.

I swear. These two.

Rocky

It’s no wonder we can’t have nice things around here.

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This and That Around the Farm

30 Aug

Things are busy as usual.  In the soap room, I’m making feta and Mozzarella.

I looked like a heart when I cut it. I couldn’t resist having fun.

The feta is something that I have to do on weekends because it’s not hard, but it does take all day to get a batch done.

I’m still getting a few strawberries.

strawberry blossoms

Yes, I’m still feeding them to Mama Phoenix.

I’m trying to figure out what I’m going to do with her once the weather turns cold.  There’s no way I can leave her out in the barn, but I’m not sure how I can bring her in the house (cats and dog).

The silly free-range chicken is still doing whatever she wants.  I’m fine with it as long as she stays away from the dog and goes back so I can shut her in to stay safe at night.

right side hen, free-range hen

I still have a counter full of tomatoes ripening.

I’m keep working on canning them.

roasted tomato sauce

Sometimes, I feel really guilty because I don’t spend enough time tending to my yard, but sometimes I see that I have a flower going to bloom that is really just a weed.  I’m going to call it a flower though and enjoy the benefits of neglecting the yard.

Snickers is hanging in there. I’m cooking him an egg twice a day.  He enjoys lounging on the deck in the evening.

Snickers

Fionn is still in the Love Shack.  I think he’s feeling better because he’s back to his old hobby of trying to beat the walls down.  Seriously?

Fionn–by the way, the sway back is also a sign of the copper deficiency.

Sky misses me with the school year starting. He lays by the gate and gives me those sad puppy dog eyes every time I have to go out to the barnyard.

Sky

I’m looking forward to a three day weekend to try and get caught up a little bit.

What About Them?

20 Aug

I shared yesterday that I really stress about going back to work because of my goats.

Well, what about the dog and cats?

Sky and Rocky

Sky has spent most of his summer lounging in the house.

Sky

Of course, when I left  him out overnight one night (He wanted to. It was nice.), he decided to play by throwing my little strawberry pots all over the patio and deck.

“I was just playing. Don’t put me in jail!” -Sky

I went ahead and planted them in the tower, even though their roots were really just getting started.

The next morning, while I was milking goats, Rocky decided to play in the dirt.

Rocky

He even pulled one plant out and left it laying on the carpet.  I had to repot them and move it to the front porch for now. I also had to add a couple more because Sky played outside in the strawberries again.

I’m kind of afraid to see what trouble they are going to cause when I go back to work.  Snickers has been lounging on the deck most of the summer, but I won’t be able to let him out now.  I don’t want him to end up on the roof again.

He is also really losing ground with his weight.  I’ve been feeding him numerous times every day.  Now he’s decided that he can’t eat the canned cat food again.  I’m back to cooking an egg for him every morning and evening.  Thank heavens the chickens and goats keep him in food!

I don’t know about the animals, but I already have separation anxiety.