One More Time

I don't know what is going on with Blogger but I guess it doesn't like this computer.  So, last blog was about the new puppy.  Got as far as putting up the picture and again with the "error on page," which btw, I am getting again.

New puppy came with the name "Pebbles" but it was quickly changed to "Minnie Mouse."  If she were a he it would have been changed to "Mighty Mouse."  She attacked our youngest Pitbull, Tyson.  And, I do mean "attacks!"  She grabs his throat and tries to shake him.  She bites him on the lips.  Nips his nose.  Jumps on his head if he lays down.  AND, when they play chase, IF she catches up to him she bites him on the hiney!

Did I mention she weighs about 4 pounds and he weighs 85 pounds?  Evil pitbulls, doncha know :)

So, on the homestead front I am repotting my marionberries and raspberries.  We are fixing the place up to sell.  We've found we aren't mountain people and the ocean is calling us.  We love fresh seafood and by the time it gets up here, well, who knows, if you know what I mean.  It has been a 10 year experiment but try as we might, it just isn't us.

I need to repot my roses.  I need to pot irises.  I need to slip the grapes and the blackberries.  I'm also going to pot some young strawberries to take with us.  Then I need to find some giant pots and dig up my redwood trees so we can take them back down to the coast with us.  In 10 years they have only grown a few inches.  At their age they should have grown a foot a year.  They aren't happy up here either.  Oh, and my lilac.  It has some shoots coming up and I'm going to dig them out and pot them also.

Shouldn't be hard finding a buyer since we are in the Emerald Triangle and we have "gold."  As in water.  A good well that doesn't run dry in the summer (the norm up here is running dry for two to three months each summer) and two creeks.  And, we're on a private road.  Not a lot of traffic which is nice for anybody.  Along with good hunting -- deer, rabbit, quail, wild turkeys, wild hogs, bear.  Hunters paradise!  3 lakes within 45 minutes to an hour.  Two rivers with great fishing.  And for folks into snow sports, Mt. Shasta is only 2 hours away.  The only thing it doesn't have is my ocean :)

OMG! I Am A Bad Blogger Mom!

Wow!  Has it really been that long since I set fingers to keyboard?  I lost my little box with all the log in info in it and I found it today.  Guess I could have tried harder.

We have acquired two more cats:  Here Kitty Kitty and Mihus (I think that is how you spell it, the name came with him).  Here Kitty Kitty was semi-feral.  I started feeding him because he was soooo skinny.  I mean, SKIN EE!  Gradually convinced him to let me stand there when he was eating.  Then I gradually moved the food next to a cat carrier.  Then I convinced him not to run when I reached down and petted him.  Then, SURPRISE!, I pushed him in the carrier and off to the vet we went.  Neutered, wormed, rabies shots.  Brought him hom and put him in a BIG dog crate and gradually convinced him to let us pick him up.

Now, the name.  I know you're just biting your lip waiting for an explanation.  As I was talking to him to get him used to me I tried all kinds of things to get him to listen and then respond.  Blessed if he didn't respond to "here kitty kitty."  I then promptly wished evil things on his prior owner because obviously he had been someone's pet and they had tossed him.  Eye for an eye sounds good to me!

Then there is Mihus.  Youngest is all grown up now and has her own place.  Got herself a kitten and then had to move.  The people where she had been living said they would take care of him and then they decided to move.  Seems during the year he was with them they hadn't bothered to feed him.  So, we acquired cat #7.  Again, off to the vet, neutered, rabies shot, wormed.  He's quite pretty now.  I'll have to get a picture of him.

Did I mention that Here Kitty Kitty looks just like Smokey?  I can tell them apart but no one else can.  I'll have to get a picture of the two of them together.  Two great big blue gray balls of fluff!

So, one would think that we had enough animals now.  Oh no.  Not happening.  About 3 weeks ago, youngest calls and asks if we can care for her boyfriend's puppy.  Pebbles.  The runt of a litter and supposedly Australian Shepherd.  Ah, I don't think so.  This is what she looks like ~~