Walkie talkie

Windblown walkie talkie

Growing up in small town South Dakota we had walkie talkie's, green and white boxes, a black button to hold when talked into and released to hear. They were fun. Over.  Do you remember them? The walkie talkie that lives here, seems to be the talkie to the neighbor dogs asking if they'll walkie over.

He doesn't have the familiar scratchy noise, no testing, test, test. It's his story until the door opens and he looks like this.

Yep, that's our boy. There's a smile in there. On that happy note. Wishing you a Spring like week.
Take care friends.

Routine, routine, routine...

...it's not just for Monday through Fridays. Buster is feeling old today. While making breakfast at the stove (whole wheat/toasted flax pancakes with light vanilla yogurt and fresh blackberries) the pan was hot and the fan was on. It is loud and he needed away from it. Leading him to the door, he rushed out and the inside door left open. He was shaking from the chill in the air when I went to retrieve him, he hesitated so I stepped outside, assured him of the sound, scooped him up and brought him in. Those ears are always, always listening!

Routine weekday put us in the chair at 7:30am, he's  on lap and newscasters are given little time to present the world to us. If the temperature is above 30 degrees they are given 20 minutes and if the temp is below 30 degrees they need talk fast, they get 10 minutes. Yes, the world in 10 minutes! It's about warming the vehicle so it's ready to hit the highway.

Spring weekends are our getupandgo days, hit the road for rides, greetings from Buster and a long walk. We know Spring is out there somewhere. We patiently wait. Today before we start our 1st batch of chicken treat dough Buster sits ready by the chair, we wrap in a soft, warm blanket, recline and watch Sunday Morning. Fear appears to be gone. Carlee goes with the flow, scratch of ears and in her line of sight. Family. Comfort and joy. Blessed.

Blessed week to you friends. We pray for the lost and abandoned, shelter from the elements, manna for food and trust for help and hope. Warmth from mama to the newborns, shelter from the elements to all.

Fairy Goddog...

About six weeks ago our Vet said, "Buster has some teeth that need to come out." His blood panel came back good, he had turned 12 in January. Twelve is getting to be an age where putting under can quickly slip into passing, hearts were torn. He hadn't been feeling the best, for quality life we knew pulling some teeth would be beneficial. While Carlee and I waited at home, we cooked up some chicken and carrots until falling apart soft. Chewing anything hard for a few days would be difficult. Those few days turned into a week.  

Pillow and sunshine!

He wasn't pretty when I picked him up, but he was ready to go. He wouldn't allow touching his head, but he talked all the way home. With meds and a weekend in front of us, we were set with pillows, soft blankets and the recliner. As the days grew into each other, his yawns grew wider and allowed a quick peek inside. Indeed three teeth in front and a molar in the back. Day 3 after his ordeal, he picked up his toy and dropped it at our feet. That's my boy! Blessed.

One morning I visited with Carlee. Her help was needed, asking if she would be the nurturing mom  she is and be Busters Fairy Goddog during the day.

"You want me to do what?"

She looked at me with her big brown eyes, then at Buster and sighed, loudly. They are friends, not best friends. Returning home, she always greets with great enthusiasm. She rushed to the room Buster had stayed or gone. That's my girl! Job well done!

Over the years, we have learned from each other. Dogs know a fur-ever home. Love is patient, Love is Kind. Amen.

A good week to you friends. In our current weather, keep an eye out for those in need of help and help where you can.

Spring snow...

...has left us shoveling, no matter which way we throw it, it quickly finds its way back into our face. Fortunately the winds have allowed us to be outside in intervals letting the dogs chase birds and with a little digging a field mouse. Carlee has the nose of a hunter and she produced her find. Not spotting until they just wouldn't leave a spot alone, I jumped, it died most likely from fear and frozen tundra. Normally we bury, but he was scooped up and flung into the prairie grass.

The neighbor dogs were buried, snow was blown into their kennel, we waited for barking. A sigh of relief as we heard barking this morning and eventually an area was dug out for them. The dogs with their spring cuts shiver in the house, we dry them up with large towels, a quick hug before they scramble away into warm beds.

This is the surprise for the newborn lambs, calves, goats etc and in hopes they receive help from the shelter of a barn. Granted this will blow over, it will melt in due time, but to be born into this world at this time is difficult. Imagine being in these chilly temperatures for 4-5 days, how long would we last?
Prayers to those that have long days helping their animals, warmth for all and life win out!

Stay safe friends.