Dogs are about the most loyal companion you will find. Sadly, my Mother-in-law last her’s last night. So technically Santa brought Cowgirl to Tbug when she was 3 or 4 (Tbug was 3 or 4 not Cowgirl), but this dog was my MIL’s dog. She lived with my MIL. My MIL spoiled her rotten. And even though my MIL always claimed that was Tbug’s dog… we all secretly knew that that was Memaw’s dog.
Memaw was torn up. She told hubby that was her best friend. She couldn’t bury her so hubby and I went over to bury Cowgirl for her. Hubby nor Memaw could call and tell Tbug so I volunteered. Some days it is rough being the adult. I’m not really sure if it even affected Tbug. I couldn’t tell via the phone. I offered to come pick her up so she could help us, but her mom said that she had bball practice and couldn’t come.
Then the next task is explaining to a toddler what happened. Have I mentioned it’s rough being an adult, especially the parent. Dogs though, they’re the best and remember All Dogs Go To Heaven because they’re so great.
I googled it. It says it is correct: Bye Week but could be by week or it could be bi week. So you call it what you want but know I’m talking about the off week that the Chiefs didn’t have to play because they were sitting second seed!
What what? or Woot woot if you prefer 😁.
So unfortunately Grady wound up back in the hospital due to his surgery before Christmas. Jared and hubby conjured up a scheme that we were going to go sit in his hospital room with him and watch the Dolphins Steelers game and the New York Green Bay game on Sunday, but he was able to “break out” on Saturday night so we changed our plans and decided to make lunch and go to their house to watch the games. One was at noon and the other at 3:30. The game plan was to make a day of it 😀.
The game plan for the meal (yes, I keep saying game plan, going with the scheme of the day….) was chicken wings because why not? Hubby made some of his “famous” salsa and the wings and carrots/celery and as a last minute thought, No Bake Cookies!
Since summer time is upon us, I wanted to give you swimming lessons via Sisco. So you can’t see it but you’re supposed to slap your paw against the water, then bite it. Next you come out of the water, shake, and jump right back in. Now that you know how to swim, enjoy your summer :).
As we were pulling out of the driveway this morning I looked down at my phone and it said I had 26 minutes to my parents house and that traffic was clear. I laughed and joked that we go to my parents house a lot on Sunday’s I guess.
If you don’t have an iPhone, it has some feature about it that picks up on patterns that you normally do and tells you how traffic is for that particular commute. Oh… and we weren’t headed to my parents house this morning.
Hubby said that the other day he was talking to my dad. My dad mentioned that he looked down at his phone the other day and it told him what traffic was like to the feed store. Dad started laughing and asked if hubby and I were playing tricks on him. But no, every Saturday is feed store day.
Mudflap used to tell dad it was Saturday and time for the feed store. Mudflap recently passed away though… so now it is dad’s phone that tells him it is time to go to the feed store. I can sure tell you the horses will be happy to have dad receiving reminders ;).
Oooooo I wonder if we travel on a trip if it’ll say he has to go like 136 miles (or some random number) to get to the feed store.
On facebook there are many different groups you can be a member of, MANY! So I signed up on a couple of the give and take groups around the area and now I get notifications. Yesterday while I was making Chicken and Noodles for Sunday Night Dinner I jumped on my phone to check facebook (my MIL had baby girl asleep so I didn’t know what to do with myself). I got a notification that a gal I’m friends with on facebook posted in a group Basset Hound Puppies for sale, $20. WAIT, WHAT? I’ve always wanted a Basset Hound so I showed hubby and he told me to contact her. an hour later… we had our newest family member. Now I’m off to clean his dog crate and hopefully get him to quit howling at me. Btw, he needs a name!
Oh goodness…. So much has happened this weekend I’m not even sure where to start. I could start with Friday night which I actually am not sure I remember… oh wait, it’s coming back to me. We went to see TB play baseball. Or I could start with Saturday and one of the best baby showers I’ve been to! or how about the maternity photos we worked on or the outtakes which are hilarious… Or the fact that we ate dinner with my parents Saturday night and I was soooooo tired I almost fell asleep while eating.
I say though, let’s look at Sunday, first :). Sunday Tbug, hubby and I woke up late (which was nice) went to the store and eventually lunch. Lunch is important! Then we came home and were told to meet my dad because it was time to go pick up our new puppy.
Say what? a new puppy? Yup, We got a new puppy. He’s a baby too. He’ll be 6 weeks on Wednesday! Puppy! to the max.
Oh wait, you mean you can’t tell which one is Hank from this picture? No, probably not… lol. So Hank is a full blood brother (but younger litter of puppies) to Devil Dawggie and he’s a son of Mudflap!!
So let me try to help you distinguish which one is Hank. The pink arrow is pointing at him. Does that help any? Maybe, maybe not. I’ll tell you, this is how we picked him out. Off this picture! The night that we got to choose him, my parents went to pick him out because hubby and I were with Tbug working on her scuba diving certification.
I’m not sure what we’re calling the filly yet. No one has informed me… lol since usually I don’t get to name them 🙂
We were there Saturday morning to check out the newest addition and then it was time for dad to go to the feed store. The dogs LOVE going to the feed store. I’m fairly certain that Mudflap counts days in his head between truck rides so he knows when his next one is, no joke!
Saturday afternoon we had to go pick up a load of Alfalfa hay. When we got home I am not allowed to help (which is a weird feeling!) and so I sat down on the ground to take pictures and got bombarded by dogs. Then Tulsa decided Mudflap needed a kiss I guess… lol.
Perfect timing but I really claim she’s sticking her tongue out at me. Next thing I knew she was totally in my face :). I just love these dogs!
That right there is usually my job, feed to the hay elevator or feed to the person feeding the hay elevator….
I do my best to stay out of the loft, especially in the summer because there is NO AIR FLOW and it’s hot. Saturday it was like 60’s so it was perfect weather for this!
I swear, sometimes only interesting stories happen to me, my family, at our house, etc. I hope we aren’t the only people who this happens to, but sometimes you can’t help but just laugh.
So let me pain the picture…
So four weeks ago Princess Rio was acting a little bit funny. We kind of thought maybe she was coming in heat but we weren’t really sure. Hubby and I got up that morning and headed to the dive shop because there was a photography class going on. When we left all three dogs were at our house. When we got home around 6pm we couldn’t find Princess Rio.
Every once in a while they dogs will go bed down at night, especially when it is cold which it was that weekend and we can’t get them to budge so we didn’t think to much about it. Like I said, they go bed down in the hay in the barn and can’t hear us hollering for them.
So the next morning we woke up and still couldn’t find Rio. I knew my dad had been out to the house the day before so I called my mom and asked what time dad was there. She checked with him and told me 10am. So somewhere between 10am and 6pm Rio disappeared.
The sad truth is, this isn’t the first dog that has been taken from our house. We had Bear and Josie taken from us. Now it looked like Rio had been taken. Every night we hollered for her for a week. We drove around the area looking for her. We did what we could but never came up with her.
So jump forward to yesterday. Tbug and I were in the house (don’t know why) and when we walked back out, there was a car I didn’t recognize in the driveway. Hubby and Robert were out working on Roberts new truck so we thought maybe it was someone there for Robert. When I walked around the corner hubby looked at me and said these people may know where Rio was. So they filled Tbug and me in on the story. They lived a road over from us and they had this big white dog (met Rio’s description) show up on their doorstep about 4 weeks ago.
NO WAY! So I ran in the house and grabbed the truck keys and Tbug and I followed these people to their house. Like I said, they were a road over, less than a mile away. So we got out and this big white Great Pyrenees came around the corner. Tbug and I both got really excited and yelled Rio and this dog came over to us and loved up on us. So with the help of the guy we loaded the dog up in the bed of the truck.
Here’s where I should have noticed something because the lady said, “He is a male right?” I was like, no she’s a female but again didn’t think much of it. The dog was a little hairy than Rio and a little bigger but for all I knew they fed her really well.
So we pull back in the driveway and hubby comes out to see Rio. He questioned me about the size and I said I dunno… Finally the dog got out of the bed of the truck, walked over to a tractor tire in our front yard and hiked it’s leg. Wait, what? This really is a male dog… um… ours is female!
I guess Tbug and I were so excited at the prospect of getting one of our lost dogs back that we thought this was Rio. I can’t really explain. So I asked hubby what we should do, should I take him back to those people and say, um… this isn’t my dog? It’s a male not a female? I didn’t know what to do.
So before I had much of a chance to make up my mind, the dog ran down the driveway and out the road and disappeared. He did go the opposite direction of where I brought him from but he was high tailing it out of there.
I was in total shock. Then about 10 minutes later he trucked back down the driveway and wondered around our house again, only to disappear again for hours. When I put our girlfriends in the house last night, he was back.
All I can say is I’m totally baffled. Luckily he is a super NICE dog. The people who were housing him for 3-4 weeks (however long) had seven children and he was super great with them so at least he’s great with children since I have Tbug every other weekend around our house, one on the way and lots of friends with kids. I guess we’ll see if he stays…?