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Friday’s Hunt v3.11

17 Mar

Welcome back to Friday’s Hunt.  I want to thank everyone who joined in last week.  I had a lot of fun visiting everyone who linked up.  It’s very simple.  Anyone can participate.  The link opens at 7pm Central time and will close Sunday at 7pm, so you have plenty of time to enter.  Hopefully, you’ll be inspired to visit some of the other entries.

If you didn’t participate this week but would like to next week the topics will be:  Starts with L, Week’s Favorite, and antique.   I will always keep a list of the items for the coming week in my sidebar at the top.  I am crazy busy with teaching and working on the farm right now, but I will make sure to visit all participants.  Without further ado, here’s my interpretations for the week.

Starts with K:  All of the K goats I’ve had on the farm–Katie, Katie, Ken, Kenny, Kent, Kimmy, Kip, Kip, Kizzy, and Kristoff.  Of all those goats, Kizzy is the only one we still have on the farm.  I can’t believe it, but she turned nine last month.

Kizzy Kay Street

Week’s Favorite:  I haven’t had many opportunities to take snowy pictures this winter, so I thought I’d take advantage of the snow.  It turns out that I like my flowers with just a bit of snow the best.

Drink:  These two make everything a little bit crazy, difficult, dangerous, wild…take your pick.  Even getting a drink becomes a circus act.

Sky and Rocky

Finally, he can get his drink.

Now it’s your turn!

Puppy Rule #3 & 4

15 Mar

I tell you, I’m so far behind in puppy rules that I better give you a couple of them.

Sky

Puppy Rule #3:  If you’re going to steal the pillow I had goats on, at least wait until it gets washed.

Sky

Okay, that does seem more like a best practice suggestion than a hard and fast rule.  He does look quite pleased with it.

Puppy Rule #4:  I don’t care if Rocky shows you how to get into the cupboard, it is not okay to open the door and look for food or toys or anything else to chew on…

Rocky and Sky

including the naughty kitten.

I 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.

Too Much to Handle

12 Mar

I have to say, kidding has been overall good this round, but there are three things that have really made it more challenging.  First is the German Shepard puppy in my kitchen.  He’s a very good puppy, but our colder weather the last couple of days has made it a challenge.  We go outside and he’s shivering in no time at all.

Sky

He needs to go out and run and play, and I’ve been busy with the goats.

When I’m in the barnyard, he could go play, but he’s usually just sitting there waiting for me.

It’s been a challenge to give him attention and keep working on the house training. For some reason, we go outside for an hour and when we come back in the first thing he does is pee on the pad.  Sigh…

The second thing is the kitten.  I told you Rocky is a monster.  Well, he’s that friend who has all the fun ideas that get you in trouble.  (That might have something to do with Puppy Rule #2.)

Rocky and Sky

He instigates.  He antagonizes.  He goads the puppy on.  I’m also worried the puppy is going to treat him like just another rag toy to shake around.  They drive me crazy.

Now Rocky just came back from the vets.  They wouldn’t keep him all week even though I told them it would make my life easier (I probably could have boarded him, but it was a bit excessive to recover from surgery).

So Rocky, the very social kitty, is shut upstairs so he can recover from surgery without wrestling with a puppy.  He whines.  He cries.  He tries to open the door.  It’s all very melodramatic.

He’s not even alone.  He has Leo (remember, he moved up there after Sky came to join us on the farm).

Leo

Then there’s Fred.  Fred is a sweet bottle kid.  He loves dancing and his bottle.  I hobbled together a pen in the living room after putting down a layer of plastic (because there’s a German Shepard puppy in my kitchen).

Fred and Snickers

He is a herd animal though, and he lost his friend.  I’m afraid Squishy didn’t make it.  (Too much fluid he couldn’t clear out of his lungs after his difficult birth.)  Goats need company.

Every time I tried to feed Fred and spend a few minutes with him, I had jealous puppy issues.  I couldn’t do it.  I took Fred to the sale barn yesterday and sold him as a “Crazy Goat Lady Starter Kit” complete with some milk and a bottle.  He was bought by a young couple who looked quite happy to have him.

My life will be a tiny bit easier now.

I do hope you’ll consider joining me for Friday’s Hunt.  I have next week’s items at the top of my side bar.