Targeted

I let our dogs out in the back yard. They love it out there. There's chickens to look at, a chain link fence to see the front yard, and a fabulous deck to jump off of. It's small, but they love it.

But this time they were barking like crazy. And they would. not. stop. So I got up to see what all the ruckus was about and, by golly, there was something in the yard next door. Something unfamiliar. Something threatening. Something downright wrong.

It was the scariest archery target EVER!

Yup, my amazing guard dogs were targeting the target. Bull's eye!

Love my girls....

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Chicken Run

It's amazing when you find things on the internet. But what's even more amazing is when internet information finds you.

This very thing happened quite recently. You know I do this blog thing. And you know I paint lots of pictures. And of course you know that I adore my chickens. Well, these three collided in a perfect storm of information. Because of all of those things a lovely lady and I struck up a conversation and she let me in on the fact that chickens love cottage cheese.

So when I went to the store I bought some.

And they LOVED it! Especially Red. She loves it so much that she'll let me pet her the entire time she eats. And, bonus, every time I walk out in the back yard that sweet girl runs like the dickens to see me the cottage cheese.

Chicken love....

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Rolling Roly Poly

Sometimes random thoughts...they just show up outa nowhere. Seriously, that's my only explanation for this.

I was just sitting here wondering what happens to a roly poly if it loses the functioning of some of its many, many legs. Well, I thought, of course it would need to have a wheel to replace the troublesome limbs.

And then it would be a rolling roly poly.

Ya, I dunno, I didn't get much sleep last night...but I must admit I'm rather in love with this little dude!

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Cat Dog

So on the face of it I must say our dogs look confused, though when I really look at the situation I must conclude that they are brilliant.

Our old dog, Scout, who feigns deafness, blindness, and an extreme inability to move with any agility whatsoever, has convinced our young dog, Hazel, to work with her in a plot. Yes, a plot. While Hazel distracts us with her crazy irresistible cuteness, Scout ever so gingerly stands up so her front feet reach the pot stand, nudges the cat dish off of the edge, and when it clangs to the ground she goes right back to her deaf/blind/arthritic routine.

So what are we forced to do once this occurs and there's a cat food explosion in our kitchen? Well, we call our dogs over to clean up the mess...which they eagerly do.

Yup, they may look like dogs but they have the genius and appetite of cats.

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A Lack of Space

I've been trying to teach an old dog a new trick.

The old dog being me, and the new trick being only using one space between sentences when I'm typing.

I have some friends who are editors and I keep hearing them griping about writers using the double space. I've kept my mouth shut as I, myself, am guilty of that double spacing. It's how I was taught thirty-two years ago when I took typing in high school. We practiced it, and practiced it, and practiced it. We were knocked down grade-wise if we didn't do a double space. So I was quite the good double spacer, of course.

But after a couple of months' effort, this old dog no longer double spaces. Yup, I'm rockin' the single space nearly 100% of the time.

I think I may go howl at the moon to celebrate.

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Can you Spot the Freckles?

In my continuing effort to learn how to draw with henna, here's my latest forearm piece. And I do believe that I'm improving...bit by itty bitty bit.

What I'm suddenly aware of, that I hadn't noticed before, is that I have freckles on my arms. A lot of freckles. So many that I ended up looking at the photo I had taken right after I applied the henna to see if it was just me sloppily splattering henna around.

But nope, I wasn't sloppy, just freckly.


Can you spot the freckles?

And, just a reminder, my forearm is decidedly not for sale, I find I need it,

but if you'd like to check out some of my purchasable art...

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Our Amazing Coffee Community

This morning I opened the dishwasher and made a gruesome discovery.

Yes, Dave's French press had broken sometime during the night. Knowing that this tragedy simply couldn't go unmarked, I sketched out a quick tombstone and took a photo to comemerate the sad occasion. I then posted the photo on facebook. I expected a "like" or two, but the outpouring of support left me in awe of just how amazing the coffee community is.

Dave was offered condolences, he was provided with suggestions for a new one, and someone was even willing to give him a spare they had. But what truly touched my heart is that a lovely neighbor offered to loan us theirs right away so Dave could deal with what truly was an emergency situation.

Somehow Dave managed to gather his wits about him and get himself to the coffee shop this morning and then go to the store to purchase a better, more amazing and awesome French press. And while the French press he'd so loved just yesterday lay broken and discarded in the trash can, he made the most amazing cup of coffee ever.


R.I.P. old French press...you were loved.

And this is how I "broke" the news to Dave about his beloved French press.

Am I an awesome wife or what?!?!

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