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| A little someecard we saw which made us think of the Puddles. |
Today is a special day!!! It's Mr. Frankie's birthday! And what is even more special, today is the first day Young Master Ernie spoke. Momma Price sure is extra sneaky teaching her half how to speak!
So, Mr. Mayor, we thought this would be appropriate for your birthday. If he has any of Francine's DNA coming up to rule, the pup may NEVER shut up! :)
When we went to the Dachshund Derby on Saturday there was this fantabulous lady there who was doing Caricatures of all the 4 legged people. She was so good! Mom said she just had to have ours. (She really likes having our artwork on the walls of her bedroom. You'd think our 2 legged brother would be all jealous, but he is pretty nice about it... but we notice he does forget to treat us when we do good stuff -_-!)
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| Milo looking all sweet and loving. |
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| You can see Miss Evil Thang being evil... see???? |
It's a VERY special day in Blogville. Today we are celebrating Mr. Frankie, our illustrious mayor, and his puppy, Young Master Ernie. We cannot think of a better time to lift a paw and a set of ears to say "Woot!" than today! In fact, every day we should celebrate Mr. Frankie!
Not only is Frankie a fantastic blogger, keeping us in the know on how to do auto maintenance, gardening, puppy raising, and the like, he has shown his great love for the members of Blogville, always lifting a paw in service, raising awareness of things going on, setting up a government of other caring helpers, and wrangling Puddles. (I'm pretty sure the last one takes most of his time.)
And with all that stuff going on, he (with the help of Ernie and his momma) still have time to work in their garden on the hill, stop by all our blogs to inspire and encourage, and help keep his dad and Jennifer Jeep under control. Serious, I think he needs a legion of administrative assistants!!
So from our family to yours, we send you many woofs, licks, paws up and hugs to the most deserving recipient of the Blogville Community Service award, Mr. Frankie Furter Price!!
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| Milo and I love our new hammock! |
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| But even in the shade of the big maple tree, its still hot on a little black dog. |
We LOVE going to Lowe's. Its one of the few places that we can go into the store and enjoy shopping with mom. We usually go once a week. We believe mom just makes up excuses to go shopping there. But this trip we had to buy something in particular. You see our human brother broke the little bracket thingy which holds the shower in place. So when you try and shower, the handheld shower falls onto your head, knocking you out, and you wake up cold and not washed up well.
Like all good southern people we know how to jimmy-rig it up with cable ties, but momma wouldn't have none of that for long. So off we went to Lowe's to find us a new shower head.
It is fun for us to go shopping with our family. And we think its fun for the people, too. The customers always smile when they see us trotting into the garden center. And the workers, who are always so friendly anyway, are even more so when we say "Hi" to them!
We've noticed that people are really good about not bending down to pet us without permission. And children, especially, are very careful around us. We are very glad that people and parents are being very careful. Although we are nice and would never be mean to people on purpose, it is never good to just pet a dog without the permission of the dog parent.
We have added a bird bath and bird feeder to one side of our house. All day long the birds come and grab a bit of food then drink water. The sparrows are the cutest of the bunch. One little sparrow will grab some food then take it to his sparrow friend to share the meal. Not only is it fun for me to watch, it is mesmerizing to little dogs!
A little view into our world this past weekend...
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| New Hammock... We had to try it out. |
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| Oh, yeah... The hammock works PERFECTLY! |
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| Milo going ALL IN! |
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| Food hangover |
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| Pretty-ful blooming life on the farm. |
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| Watched Men in Black in the backyard! (we projected on to the side of our barn) |
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| Snoring Dixie |
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| Bonfire! |
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| Composting |
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| Farm Life |
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| What? It's time for a nail trim? |
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| I think you mean time for a nap? |
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| Yes... Definitely time for a nap! |
The arborist came to treat our ash trees at the awful hour of 8 am!! Pretty sure we all wanted coffee.
We've been busy getting the outside ready for Summer, and for the coming harvest in the fall! One of the BIGGIES was getting the Root Cellar ready.
I won't show you the inside, because honestly the pictures look horrible. Suffice it to say there are shelves that are ready for the boxes of empty canning jars. Perhaps one day I will take out some sort of light source to help you see the inside. You know, after I have 50 jars of salsa inside!
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(Imagine the aroma of pork chops on the grill....then you will understand these pictures)
It's been a while since I had a mother of my own. You see mine passed away the year I was graduating college. My dad had passed away a couple months before my high school graduation, and since his passing she just didn't "do" well. It's hard to explain, but she was merely a ghost of herself since the love of her life was gone.
She was a fantastic mom. Showing me love through the things she did, and didn't, do. In fact, the whole reason I have this little white house, with it's black shutters, on 2.5 acres of land, is because my mom showed me how to live in a little white house on 3+ acres of land. She showed me every day how to take care of my house, family and farm so that everyone who entered and exited was different.
She is the epitome of the following quote:
"Let no one ever come to you without leaving better and happier." Mother Teresa
There are a million things he hates... nail trimmings, baths, squirrels, people coming to our house, people driving past our house, people coming to the neighbors house... but his biggest nemesis, since the dawn of time, is the push mower.
Of all the garden instruments of torture, our little Milo desires to kill the push mower!! The tiller? No problem... in fact, after the dirt is tilled, he is out rolling in it. The blower or weed-eater? Not even afraid of them... mostly indifferent. And the biggest of them all, the riding mower? OMG, the riding mower he loves like a fat kid loves cake!! 'Specially if I hook up the pull behind cart and give him and Dixie a ride around the property. I mean, think of it, a walk without walking an inch! That is dachshund nirvana! He will go to sleep if you drive him around long enough.
But the push mower? Shoot! It doesn't even have to be powered on to get Milo going. It goes down something like this video, until we have to carry him in the house and grab some Valium for him (and me).
