Yearly Archives: 2010

We had every kind of smelling condition today, snow on the north side of the hill, wet leaves on the other side and spotted snow through the woods.  Huck found a nest of mice under a root and tried to … Continue reading →

Woo Hoo!  We got three inches of snow for Momma Dog’s birthday!  Snow is especially fun for me this year as I’ve been polishing my tracking skills.  This morning I could tell there have been several deer on the hill, … Continue reading →

No dog walk this morning as we are raking and burning leaves before the rains come.  Momma Dog’s birthday is coming up and we think we will write her a poem.  Nemo’s not much help with this, he can’t get … Continue reading →

“Hee, hee, hee.  Some tracker you’re going to be.  You missed us, you ran ahead into the forest and when Momma Dog and I went a different way, you ran right on back home and missed the turn.  You couldn’t … Continue reading →

“Huck, I hear you’re in trouble again.” “Yep.  I was carrying my dogfood dish across the floor when a big chunk of wet food dropped out and I forgot about it, then later VOG (voice of God) stepped in it … Continue reading →

We’ve been helping Momma Dog dig up the Cannas and bring them in along with numerous plants that she drags in the house at night and puts out again the next day.  This is an annual affair for her, this saving of … Continue reading →

“Admit it, you went and you had a good time!” “I went up the hill because I wanted to see how my tracks look in the frost.  I’m rubbing  a claw growing cream on my nails so I can trick the … Continue reading →

“Well, you’ve done it again.  Forty-five mph winds yesterday and hard frost last night, and you go out at ten p.m. and tree something!  Then Momma Dog sends me out to find you and I nearly froze my ears off.  … Continue reading →

“Let’s all drink a sixpack, pocket full of rye, four and twenty blackbirds, baked in a pie…..” “Huck, it’s not a six pack, and why are you singing a nursery rhyme anyway? “Take a look outside, rhino hips, the blackbirds … Continue reading →

“Why is Momma Dog washing your neck Nemo?  I bet you rolled in something.” “You wouldn’t come with us this morning so I’m not telling.” “You rolled in deer poo, I can smell it.” “Since you didn’t go, I’m not … Continue reading →