I dunno about you, but my neighbours are SUPER nosy. They’re always staring at me.
Sometimes they bring some friends to lay around staring at me too.
Also, some of my neighbours have kids. They’re super loud. How can tiny kids have such big lungs?!
Tasty, tasty kids …
The stupid turkey insisted on sitting and hatching outside of the poultry pen, and still refuses to bring her kids inside the pen. The property is pretty thoroughly fenced now (the perimeter, not my yard, which remains unfenced. *grumble*) so I am not worried about predators except for the ones that live in my rv with me. Because there are some certain skinny dogs and some terriorists that would eat those babies in a nanosecond. Yesterday I found the baby turkeys INSIDE the x-penned area I have for the dogs. The dogs were, fortunately, inside … except for Maisie, who was thinking up turkey recipes before she made her move. I shooed them out while fending off a hoard of hungry canines, but I don’t anticipate this ending well, necessarily, until I can convince mama turkey to join the community and stop living off grid.
I’m also not unconcerned about the cats eating the poults … this giant tin tube gets REAL hot when the weather is warm, so I have taken to leaving the door open so the dogs can come in and go out at will, rather than us all crammed inside here breathing and sweating on one another. That means I can’t keep my cats in, so for the first time in their lives, they are being indoor/outdoor cats. I was particularly worried about Donut, because on other occasions when she has escaped whatever house I was living in, she wouldn’t ever come back inside and I’d have to live trap her. But now she seems to have settled into the idea that it won’t be her only taste of freedom and she will happily come back inside in the evening when I tap the tin of wet cat food with the fork. She even lets me pet her when she’s outside, which is amazing. But if you recall from my time in the penthouse apartment in the West End, she was known as The Serial Killer Tinker Nuts, who caught and killed birds on the rooftop deck with sociopathic glee. I would not put it past her to eat a turkey poult or two if she can sneak them away from Mama Turkey.
Cyrus is the one that’s killin’ me though. He wanders much further afield than ‘Nutz does; she stays mostly close to home, but Cyrus goes to visit the neighbours (including the cattle and buffalo) on a regular basis. He seems to stay away from the road, but coyotes live in them-there grasses, so I worry about him all the time. But what I don’t worry about is feeding him, because every morning our routine goes like this: I let everyone out into the xpen area to hang out while I go feed and water the poultry, and the cats wander off to do cat things … then I take the dogs out in small groups to potty, then I feed them breakfast and I sit down with my cup of coffee at the dining room table. And every morning by that time, Cyrus has caught himself a fat, tasty field mouse and I watch him come ambling across the parking lot with the mouse in the mouth, so he can eat it under the rv. If he catches something he does not like the taste of (such as shrews, or moles) he simply leaves them under the rv for safe keeping. If he catches more than he can eat, he does the same thing, and then Addy eats it. Blech. So much deworming in everyone’s future.
The air quality here is really bad right now, because once again our province is on fire. It’s been unreasonably hot this summer, again, which I’m starting to think is our new normal – pre-Apocalyptic :( It’s all smokey and hazy outside, and I am reluctant to run the dogs in it, so I’m glad we went to our Super Secret Swimming Hole a few days ago when the sky was blue and you could see the sun.
Fae, otoh, was not impressed that I suggested she should swim to retrieve the ball if she wanted a cookie, no matter what the weather was like.
A few weeks ago, I photographed a dock diving event, which was awesome … it looked like a lot of fun for the dogs! There’s some rumour that a dock diving pool might be unveiled ’round these parts soon, and I still think I’ve found a use for Peetie, finally, as while she sucks at pretty much everything, she is really enthusiastic about diving into the water.
Crazy Miss Maisie would also make a hella dock diver I think. I keep trying to shove into the faces of dog dock enthusiasts, but no luck yet.
I actually find her quite pleasant to live with – she’s developed a nice off switch, and she’s pretty easy going in the house, and will amuse herself if nobody else wants to play with her. Although yesterday I made Winter drop a not-quite-hatched turkey egg he purloined from Off Grid Mama’s abandoned nest and she scarfed it up, maggots and all, and ran away LIKE HER ASS WAS ON FIRE, munching it down the whole time. Can you bleach the inside of a puppy? SO GROSS. So clearly we need to work on “hey, how about you give me the ball of maggots in exchange for this hot dog?” or similar.
Anyway, she’s not difficult to have around, and she mostly listens pretty well, and she doesn’t run away all the time, a la Silly. Who, by the way, is doing really well in Belize in his new home! His human recently sent me this:
“My friend and I went to a dog show in the capital city just for fun. Decided to take Hero, Titan and Silly. They asked us if we wanted to enter into it when we were walking around with them. Figured why not? Silly ended up taking first place in obedience and the obstacle course!! I was so scared he was going to get ADD with the obedience cause there was so much activity but he did absolutely amazing ☺️ Not in the country even a week and he’s charming everyone ❤️❤️ so proud of him.“
So how much awesome is that?? I do miss his full body contact hugs though, he was greatly affectionate … but he’s landed himself a pretty cushy life. I’m a bit jealous … I would like to live in Belize, I’m pretty sure.
But back to the beach! Spring got a cookie for hopping on and off these pilings, because it amused me, and then she wouldn’t stop doing it. She knows an easy gig when she’s landed one!
She makes me laugh all the time, she is such a ridiculous little dog.
Addy did the piling-jumping once, but even for cookies, it paled in comparison to the satisfaction she apparently gets from digging up wet sand. She’ll do it for two solid hours. I love this little skinny thing beyond measure, but I really don’t think there is a lot going on upstairs in tiny-head land.
Then there’s Wootie, who is very very deaf now (whether that’s physiological or willful, only he knows) but can still hear me well enough to give me this look when I tell him I’m going to steal his Wootie Stick and chuck it in the water.
But you can’t really blame him, because his poor nekkid tail looks absolutely ridiculous when he swims. Like a little, sad, hairless rudder. I’m surprised he doesn’t sink; I always thought it was his Flamoyance(tm) that kept him buoyant.
And Deafter, who loves to swim…
… but also suffers some “someone might steal my ball” anxiety and spends a lot of beach time hunched over his hockey ball protectively in the sand.
He’s so handsome no matter what he does, even when his stupid tongue is hanging out. And he’s my go-to posing dog for test shots, from sunset OCF to lavender. He’s the best. And he’s going to be – this will BLOW YOUR MIND – nine years old in four days. NINE!!!!
Love my big guy so much :)
(feeling old yet??)