3 weeks with Hannah....and flowers

I found this brave crocus pushing up through the grass just before the blizzard hit. I figured it would be crushed by the ice and snow. We had 6 to 10 inches depending on where the winds blew.

Three days after the blizzard I found one crocus blossoming and more pushing up through the yard.

By Saturday we had a record breaking 83 degrees and the crocuses decided to celebrate the warm day.

But having a pup and an older dog do require nearly 24 hour supervision.

I've been taking the 'kids' for walks and looking for interesting small things before spring bursts forth with all the amazing wildflowers.

I've been searching out Lichen and Mosses as they are so colorful right now.

The mosses are sending out new sporophytes right now. I think of it as flowering.

I took my charges with me for a morning hike to look for pretty things. It was also a good opportunity to start showing Hannah what to do when I stop and take pictures.

She did pretty well. Of course the hazards of having dogs along while doing macro photography can have its consequences. 

Just as I snapped this, Charlie went through behind the Lego Rabbit and Hannah followed. 

Patience pays off and I finally got the shot I wanted.

When we got back I got a nice surprise.

Things went from this....

to this with no hassle. Warm sunshine is such an equalizer!

By evening after a lot of yard work and a few walks to find more cool mosses....

the unthinkable happened. 

Hannah crept up next to Charlie and slowly eased next to him [on HIS sacred couch!]. 

Curiously both dogs had to be touching me in some way too. 

Hannah can still be a sharp toothed Terror but she has figured out who is boss and how far she can push him before he gives her a warning.

This was just too sweet. What a great way to end my day.

Happy International Puppy Day

Seriously? I couldn't believe it, but there it is!

The first three are Hannah and the last photo is of Charlie 8 years ago in March when I first got him.

 

and Charlie now....still adorable.

I know a Guy

The internet isn't all it is cracked up to be. The old "I know a guy" word of mouth is so much faster and interesting.

I don't know how to explain it.

Frank, the plow guy said, "I know some guys." 

This was when I was exploring a way to get rid of my MIL's old Buick LeSabre [2005] that had been parked in my yard since 2018. We took it from her when she was told that she could no longer drive. She had dementia and other health issues. So we parked it in our yard so she wouldn't kill someone on the road. We paid a heavy price of anger for that, but she soon forgot she had a car.

My husband wouldn't let go of the vehicle so it sat there in the weeds being a home to mice and other varmints since March of 2018. It became a fixture like you find in  many rural farms. 

Hubby often said he wanted to make sure that nothing of value was left in the car. He never went out to check. 

There might be some Romance Novels and many mouse nests, but nothing of real value. We argued about it often. But I relented as it was something he couldn't let go of even after her death in 2020.

Some young guys showed up today and said that Frank [the plow guy] had alerted them to a car they might be interested in. They wanted to buy it for a Demo Derby car.  

I told them that this would be a fantastic legacy for my MIL who was a speed demon and daredevil driver even in her 80's. She had a lead foot and a penchant for reckless driving. The gents explained how they would modify the vehicle for a Demolition Derby. They didn't even need a title or keys. 

I sold it for a paltry $100. It will be out of our 'junk' yard in the next two weeks.

Frank had asked me earlier in the winter about Rich's truck. It had been sitting in another part of the yard since 2018 also. I said I'd trade it for some plowing. 

In our area a barter deal is a good deal. Frank is dependable and honest.

Frank is going to use parts of this truck to rejuvenate one of his trucks which apparently is the same model and make.

I think I've gotten my money's worth this winter out of that truck. We've had a lot of storms and Frank has cleaned our place up.

Pat came out just before the blizzard and gave me an estimate for some work I was looking to have done. 

I hired Pat a few years ago to fix some electrical issues we were having. He has done work for us a few times. He is dependable, reasonable, and does not talk down to females. 

Pat expanded his business to include Excavating, Brush Hogging, and Forest Mulching. 

When we walked back from the summer pasture, he looked around and  asked if I was looking to clean up and get rid of the scrap from my sheds and busted garage. 

"I know a guy," he told me. Of course. Everyone knows a guy....it seems.

That guy -- Don, called me the following week. He and his brother came out to our place and had a 'looksee' around.

Scrappers. They collect metal and take it to the scrap yard for $$. 

Don and his brother took the free farm tour with me. 

They are two elderly guys who do this as a supplement to their retirement. They often go in after an auction and clean up the 'junk' left behind. The auction companies hire them for clean up.

My husband collected 'stuff'. He had piles of stuff to take for scrap. He had piles of stuff for fabricating items for tractors and skid steers. He was a welder who could fix most anything. 

He was a creative welder. I never knew him when he had a welding shop, but apparently he was legendary. 

Outside the machine shed is one of his piles of 'stuff' and leftovers from projects.

He knew every piece of metal and its location. IF I moved anything, he could tell.

I couldn't ever approach him with the idea of having someone come in to clean things up. Pictured below is the crushed garage [full of stuff] and the scrap pile around it. 

He used old hay racks to make attachments for his skid steer. Other long pieces of metal were used to cut and create other things. He was the guy who could take an Oliver loader arm and bucket and modify it to fit an Allis Chalmer tractor. 

Below is the entrance to our huge shed. We built it for an indoor arena and round pen for my mule training. He was able to fill it with a lot of 'stuff'. I'm sort of embarrassed to show this photo. 

However Don the scrap dude was impressed. He was amazed at the amount of 'stuff' that was in the shed, the garage, and in the little red shed.

The next shot is also just outside our large machine shed. He complimented me on the amount of stuff Rich had collected. Don was also happy that it was somewhat organized [to his eyes????] and not in one big pile.

In the shed there is a 1980's vintage Toyota 4X4 pick up. The scrap guys said ... You guessed it: I know a guy.

The guy would take the old truck and give me some $$ for it. I wonder ... if he knows a guy.

Honestly. There is no way in heck that I am going through all of the buildings and scrapping stuff out on my own. It is dirty, and it would take me years to haul and sort the stuff. I would even have to purchase a running truck and a trailer. --> that is not going to happen!

It will be more efficient for me to have the scrappers pay me a fee and for them to do the work. I could hire a company to come in and clean things up. That would cost me over $2,500. 

Don and his brother will pay me a fee I set which should pay for my next winter's LP for heat [unless of course the war -- not war leaves our country without heating fuel].

I like the "I know a guy" network. It surely is better than going on FB marketplace and getting all sorts of crazy yahoos coming to our remote farm. 

Word of mouth is still valuable even in this age of the internet. 

I love the

Good ol' Boy Network

Porch Puppies

Another doggone post.

Picture below: we were working on recall and Hannah comes to me when I bend down and whistle or clap my hands.

She knows that 2 out of 3 times there is a kibble in my hand for her when she gets to me. She has to sit for it [I don't do that on command, we start with positioning the kibble above her nose. She sits and she gets it. I am starting to add the vocal 'sit' but she won't get it for a while yet.]

 

Recall is one of the most important things to teach a dog. It literally saved the life of Missy who was a Lab X Samoyed dog I had when my kids were very young. We'd just moved to a farm with a busy highway. Missy saw kids in the yard across the highway and went to greet them just as a Kemps Semi was barreling down the road.

I called out her name and yelled the only thing that came to mind. "Down!" Missy dropped to her chest mid stride and lay in the ditch as the semi blew its horn as it passed.

"Free!" and "Come" were my next commands and she ran as hard as she could to me and sat on my left side. 

She was an incredible dog. I had taken a 10 week course in Obedience with her in the 1980's. Training methods were much different then.

When I got my first Terrier [Fiest], I had no clue as to how to train something that was only 10 inches tall and full of crazy and attitude.

Xena had her own mind and was aggressive and nuts. She hunted on her own once in a while and would return to our place when she felt like it. She was beautiful and loyal to me. She definitely had a mind of her own though.

She was the longest lived of her litter mates who were all extremely aggressive. Her temperament with me was fine. She didn't tolerate other humans even though I tried socializing her. 

She lived until she was 4. We surmise that she got into a barn and ate rats that had been poisoned.

Xena, the warrior princess. 

Morris was the next Terrier I got in 2005. Crazy us, we decided to try again....

He came from very quiet and well behaved Jack Russell parents. 

He was so easy to be with, it was insane.

He went to work with me often and was the official patient greeter.

He literally would do anything for anyone. His biggest love was riding with Badger and I on adventures.

He followed the grandkids around like a little protector. We were so lucky to have him for nearly 15 years.

When he died, I couldn't bare to try another Jack Russell. I came home with Charlie [Daschsund X Pekinese]. He is totally different in temperament and demeanor. He is reserved, stoic, gentle, and is a Velcro dog. 

He's never met a person he didn't love through and through.

So .. I strayed quite a bit. Hannah Belle. 

So far she is a quick study. She is afraid of noises, a me too dog, and energetic.

I hope I can maintain her recall and continue to work on her manners along with all the other things she needs to learn. 

Yesterday, she and Charlie were porch puppies. She was content to be tied up to stay on the porch while I cleaned mule tails and groomed them.

When I put her up on the bench with Charlie later on, this happened:

Being a 3 month old [on the 24th] is hard work. So much to learn and absorb!

I went back to a Terrier mix [Terror Mix] because they are so high energy. Now the challenge is to see if I can work with her and we can become a dynamic trio.

So far. So good.

Gone to the dawgs....

We had some digging out to get done. Thankfully Frank did show up late in the afternoon to clear the driveway so I didn't have to go through 8 inches of snow. I let Hannah help me clean the back step. I figured she would have wanted to go in with Charlie but she wanted to follow me around.


She stepped off the back step and went plop face first off the step and into a snow pile. It didn't seem to faze her one bit. She kept attacking the snow I tossed with the shovel. It was a great game for her.

 

After warming back up, we decided to go for a walk to the creek. I needed to tire Hannah out, she was getting rambunctious after being cooped up during the storm.

Hannah followed Charlie who bounded ahead like a snow plow. I thought they would be smart and follow my tracks since the snow was at least 6 inches or more in places.

When we turned back to go back up the hill Hannah raced up along the broken trail. Charlie was more than content not to have her following him so close.

The look I get once in a while from Hannah. I really wonder what she thinks about all of this. Probably not much since dogs live for the moment.

The intended result was what I wanted. Sleepy puppy and sleepy Charlie.

Well 'the kids' were resting up from their afternoon adventure, I thought I'd take a few more shots of the flowers from the old bouquet I still have that is hanging on.

I leave you all with this. Something that should make us chuckle in these strange times.

Snow-bliz-magedon?

These photos were from yesterday. It is snowing and blowing right now and I've been out to check my animals and they are all doing fine. I still have electricity so I think we are good!

 

This is where you can hear the sleet pounding our house while the windblown snow obliterates the view of the shed. I live in a hollow, so imagine what it was like on the ridge in the open!

Sunday was wild. I woke up when I heard thunder, saw lightening, and heard what sounded like glass hitting the house.

It wasn't glass. It was sleet. I've heard of Thundersnow so I posted that we had Thundersleet on the NOAA local site and a lot of folks replied they had the same...at 4:30am.

Here the mule gals choose to rest while eating with their butts to the wind. By afternoon they'd taken snow baths and rolled off the snow blankets they had. Yes, they were warm and dry under that snow. I know because I go out and put my hands on them.

I am pleased to say that Hannah had no qualms about going out with Charlie yesterday to do dog stuff. Eventually the sleet turned to snow, then to rain, then to snow, and then we had a lull in the weather.

During the lull I took the two 'kids' out for a walk. They actually did great in the crystalized snow/sleet that covered everything. 

They ran, they chased and they played. 

They wore themselves out. We headed back home for supper and some quiet time.

With the dogs asleep, I was able to take out stuff from my 'creative' boxes and do some toy photography indoors. 

I was in the mood for dinosaurs. I did use a spray bottle to imitate rain but it just made the T Rex angry, so I used an overlay of rain to keep things from getting out of hand.

Maybe that's how I felt about the weather and why I chose and angry looking T Rex.

😂

This morning our gravel road is impassable even after the town grader came through. The drifts on the roads and around buildings are at least 3 feet or so.

I wonder what the day will bring.

Pups! by Charlie

Charlieeeee, when do I get my own personal chair? Huh Huh Huh???

Charlie: Never. Never, ever.

But, but, but. Pleeease?

Nope. Speaking of butts, why do you poke your nose in mine?

Um. Because now.

Because what?

Because now. I don't know, I'm just making sure you are you. 

You offend my dignity, little girl.

Oh. What's a diggn it tee. 

[Huge sigh and a roll of eyes]

I don't want you putting your face in my personal parts. Especially when I pee. Mom got mad at me for peeing on your head.

Oh. That. It was yucky.

Let's talk couch manners.

What's manners?

Oh you. I forget, you are just a pup.

Yup. Pup Pup Pup. I am Hannah a pup. But mom taught me a trick, is that manners?

Sit is manners not a trick.

How come you don't sit when she says so.

Simple, my little pup friend. I am man of the house now.

Okay. Whatever that means. Will you be my brother too?

Hannah. Go take a nap in your crate.

Okay.