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.

The Christmas Chair & Charlie

 

Placing the jointed corduroy Christmas Bear that I made over 30 years ago in the seat of the chair marks the finish of the chair-tree. Lots of things will still happen in the seat of the chair, but this means I am done with any touch ups.

Now we just enjoy the light and cheer it brings to the living room especially on dull and dreary cold days.

The wooden crates around it have things in it too. Who doesn't like gnomes? Well some folks. I happen to enjoy the few I do have. 

They don't all spend their time around the tree though. The one below came out hiking with me earlier in the week when it was still quite warm out.

I found this gnarly tree ...

...and it sure felt like a place that a gnome would like to hang out in.

Our weather is changing rapidly this morning. We will warm up out of the below zero digits to a warm enough temp to have snow and freezing drizzle with ice accumulations before it gets cold again.

It looks like the Gingerbread fellow has it all under control for the North Pole. He is tuning up his snowblower!

Last but not least, I had to try this.

Charlie's Christmas Shot.

Finally, as he approaches the age of 7, he is understanding what this posing is all about. This year, it was super laid back. 

I just set him on the turtle stool and put a ribbon around his neck. Here is how we worked it out.

He is very food driven! 20 seconds.... 👇

Out take...

Final. This wasn't the best I've done, but I just wanted to get his 'face' on record for this year. He was a good boy for doing this for me.

Have a great Saturday!

November

Now I think I realize why people decorate indoors with lights and bright colors this time of the year.

It is dull and dreary outside. Well, at least in the Midwestern Climates it is. Dull with no snow, no leaves on the trees, no flowers blossoming...grey ... everything is slowly turning colorless...

However, once in a while at dawn or sunset, the sky will light up with color. But mostly.
Dull.
Boring.
Oppressive.

Sounds awful doesn't it?

So we try to find something pretty about November. I see stalks of old flowers in my flower bed. The Juncos like the seeds in them so I leave it messy.
The moles are having a field day in the yard that is going from green to brown...

By Thanksgiving I am tired of fall colors and orange. Really tired of orange. Blaze Orange in particular. It seems that the 9 day deer gun season drags on forever. I'm tired of orange so I take down all the fall decorations I put up which aren't very many.
I start to eye the living room up and think about some nice pretty lights to combat the dark evenings.

I sneak out during the day wearing that awful orange to hike down in the woods along the creek. My husband says I need to stay OUT of the woods during gun season.
I go crazy when stuck inside 4 walls all day. Especially after I've cleaned all the walls. I could do windows I suppose. I should do the windows.

Nah.
I'm going to sneak out and walk the creek bottom.

I take my teddy bear 'ornament' and clip the band off from his hat. This little teddy bear doesn't want to hang on a tree. Nope.
He wants to be out in the woods.

I stop hiking in the middle of my walk and sit down. As usual, I've brought all the gear necessary to take a little water 'fall' photo.
And I do....

It sort of turns out bland also.

I finally turn and walk slowly up the trail. I have to go back and make sure the mules have water. And then go back in the house to play cribbage. [I still don't understand that game at all, but Rich loves it.]

I hear bluejays and a woodpecker, I hear the water tumbling over rocks below me.
The sky is grey and yes...very dreary.

But it is okay because when I get home I can turn the lights on and be cheered. Even after it gets dark.

I may even take the rest of the day and do something 'crafty'.

The Happy Chair & Onery Mule

Yesterday, Saturday promised to be a nice Spring day.  So I decided to do some nice quiet activities outside.
One of those things was collect more 'stuff' for the next Junk Day at our township.

I disposed of our old TV!  For those who know my hubby, he rarely likes to toss anything out.  He complained that I would have to pay for dumping the TV.

Oh, so that is a reason to hang on to it?  NO!
Anyway, history was made, I got rid of it at no cost.  
Not only that ~ I got rid of some 'stuff' from the garage.  Old broken halters, poly electric fence that was not usable, and other items.

So I was back in the garage when I found this old wooden chair I'd bought years ago.  It was being used to stack Junk on.  I disposed of the junk and took the chair out.
I got out my paints and decided to paint myself another 'Happy Chair'.
Hubby came along and was horrified to find me painting an 'antique'.  

I won. I am now working on making the old chair a brightly painted cheerful chair.  When finished, I might give this to my mom as a gift.  I think everyone could use a 'Happy Chair'.

Hubby came out of the house after his nap and we decided to pile brush.  He used his beloved skid steer to pick up the big pieces and I tossed the small stuff into the bucket. 

After supper I decided to go out and have a talk with my mules.
The winter paddock has slightly dried up.  There are places though that are knee deep in muck still.

I used my hands and scratched all my girl mules on their backs.
After I left Siera and went over to Mica...

Siera came up and let me know that she was there.
And that she was unhappy that I was giving a massage to another mule.   
 
First she just looked at me, then she tried to push Mica out of the way with her chest.

Then she laid back her ears and looked as ornery as possible.

Mules, they sure do get jealous if they think they 'own' you.
I really need to get the shedding blade out and give everyone a big 'make over'.