Monthly Archives: February 2010

We did two dog walks yesterday as Momma Dog came home from quilt class muttering about triangles, seam allowances, and once in awhile giving a heavy sigh.  She is very proud of her “Log Cabin” block though.  It was something called … Continue reading →

“Yes!  Look at that clock Nemo, they’re gone past twelve o’clock and they will be bringing us home a “to go” box.  What do you think it will be?”  “Chicken, I hope it’s chicken.” “Maybe it will be something from … Continue reading →

We took matters into our own paws this morning and when Momma Dog took us out to burn the trash with her, we took off through the barn and back to the forrest.  Huck said he could smell deer back … Continue reading →

“Momma Dog, Huck’s hoarding stuff again.” “What’s he got Nemo?” “He’s got an old piece of chewbone, the bite of MacDonald’s hamburger you gave him at lunch, and I haven’t seen my gorilla lately either.” “Your gorilla is behind the … Continue reading →

“Huck, where are you going with that cook book?” “To find Momma Dog.  I want her to help me make Steve Irwin a crocodile birthday cake with lots of green frosting and Red Hots for eyes.  His 48th birthday is … Continue reading →

We went back and checked out the den this morning and this time we have a picture of the tracks in and out.  Huck is busy looking them up in the nature book now.  He had a field day today, … Continue reading →

It’s snowing again.  We went out and tried to find Mr. Opossum, but even though we looked everywhere he might have gone, he has found a new hiding place.  Momma Dog has a friend in the hospital, so she is … Continue reading →

Thirty six degrees and soft snow underpaw.  We discovered a new den along the trail today. “Who do you think lives in there Nemo?” “I have no idea, it wasn’t there yesterday.  Somebody must have dug out of hibernation.” “How big a … Continue reading →

OMG Nemo, what was it? Rabbit, I think. Krikey, all that’s left is guts, something has sucked out all the blood. I don’t even feel like rolling in frozen guts.  Do you think it was the bald eagle we saw yesterday? Maybe, … Continue reading →

“Huck, how about I throw you up in the air and you do three revolutions and land on one foot like the Chinese pair skaters did to win the Gold Metal?” “And we would be doing this where?  I don’t … Continue reading →