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National Dog Day

27 Aug

Apparently, yesterday was National Dog Day, and I missed it.  Well, in my defense, when I found out that it was National Dog Day, I was going to do a post on my Sky, but I forgot I had already scheduled a post (on cats–oh, the indignity).  So a day late, here’s my Sky boy.

“I miss you. Don’t go to work.”

He’s feeling awfully neglected since I went back to my full time teaching job on Monday.  I can tell you, I’d rather be here with him with the way this year has started.

It’s even been so horrible that I completely spaced off visiting last week’s entries for Friday’s Hunt.  I think I got through all the links now, but please accept my apologies.

All I can say, is this school year better improve quickly.

I do hope you’ll come back to join me for Friday’s Hunt.  I have this week’s items listed at the top of my side bar.


Technical Difficulties

16 Aug

Monday morning, since it was raining, I decided to do some work for my teaching position on the computer.  My Internet died, so I went and checked all the connections.  Living with a maniac and a monster, it’s not unusual to have to make sure things are all plugged in, but it didn’t work this time.  I checked the phone, and it was dead too. I might have an idea of what the problem is.

I’m pretty sure I know the cause of the problem too.  SKY!!!!!!!


Luckily my post for Monday was pre-scheduled.  The phone company was supposed to be here earlier today to fix it, but I pre-scheduled yesterday’s and today’s posts using my dad’s internet.  (Thanks, Dad.)  Hopefully, I’m fully functional and back to visiting everyone who joined Friday’s Hunt.

I do hope you’ll come back to join me this week.  I have the items listed at the top of my side bar.


Before My Coffee

5 Aug

I am not really a morning person, and my mornings seem to be getting more and more busy before I can even get that first cup of coffee in.  It starts with going out to milk my girls. Cinnamon is usually already yelling before I manage to get dressed and out the door.


Before milking, I swing by the chicken building and let the birds out.

stupid roosters

The girls generally beat me to the milk room, but they have to wait for me to get my milking stuff.  Stormy gets milked first.  Then Cinnamon.


I’m trying to avoid letting Dolly come in because her girls are still nursing.  Most mornings I’m not successful, so I do end up milking her too.  Seriously.  Could you resist that face peeking in the door at you (it really is through the door, and there’s a muddy hoof print where her nose is)?


Then I get a pitcher of sweet feed and go to milk Clover.  I have her shut in to keep her kids off her, and I want to make sure she has all she can eat hay to get her strength back.

After milking, I have to go in and take care of the milk.  It is immediately filtered and put in the refrigerator or freezer.  Because Clover was just wormed, I also have to keep her milk separate.


Then I go check on my old ladies.  I have to keep an eye on Minnie. She is old and growing weak.  I know she won’t be around much longer.

Minnie Pearl

Then it’s time to go check Purple 11.  We are still waiting on her calf.

Purple 11

That is generally walking half way out to the back hill; although, I was very happy the morning we had rain to see she was in the barnyard yet.

When I get done with the barnyard chores, it’s time for the house chores.  Sky wants to play.  For some reason, he seems to be a play-in-the-morning kind of pup.

Sky (with the remains of a plant) and Snickers

Bob and Snickers both go in and out of the house several times.


I make sure the dog and cats have food.


Finally, while I’m making Snickers his poached egg, I get to start my coffee brewing.   I’m also usually playing tug-of-war or fetch the ball with Sky while I’m cooking.  He is a maniac.

I think I’m about ready for fewer morning chores.