Animal Life

Pooh is the cat everybody likes, which is sort of an oxymoron in itself for those of us that are dog people.  Pooh also sees herself as a misplaced house cat, who spends a lot of time out in the barn.  Pooh has been known to make a trip to Fred Meyer, as one of her other favorite locations to hang out is in The Teen’s car.  She has even managed to perfect the art of ‘sneaking in’, closely followed by ‘settling in’.

There are a bunch of other cats who are fed here and who manage to keep the mouse population under control.  That is clearly their best feature.  My Loving Spouse is actually a ‘Cat Whisperer’ masquerading as a dog person.  He continually seeks out the opportunity to win over the more feral of the barn cats, his favorite is Rabbit.  Rabbit is a “beautiful cat” (the black and white Tom cat), according to the ‘Cat Whisperer’.  Yesterday, the ‘Cat Whispered’ was making inroads on petting both Rabbit and Roo (the mean black fluff ball), when Pooh came out of no where chasing them all off.  The felines scattered as she made sure everyone knew just who was next in line for the upgrade to house cat.

All I can say about our horses, is that it is a good thing they cannot talk.  If they did, we’re pretty sure, that the only thing they would know to say would be a ‘bad British word’!  One recent night, they managed to sneak into the barn and have a hay eating party.  Dixie even managed to get herself stuck between the bales of hay and of course…there was poop everywhere.  Oh, yes, they look a tad ‘sheepish’ (well not really like sheep-sheep) in this picture, but they are faking it.  Throw out a good pile of hay and they’d be on it!

Our black labs are happy pals.  Like good farm dogs, they go for rides in the truck, smear the windows, shed, chew on fire wood, bring loads of dirt into the house and know a good thing when they see it, called a warm soft bed.  They really are our favorite, as dogs, they are just always happy to see us, remind us we are loved always!

My Loving Spouse has redeemed himself as a true ‘dog person’.  Zoe, our pup has outgrown her baby dog collar and we’ve commented, never when we’re near a store, that we need to get her a ‘big dog’ collar.  This morning My Loving Spouse dug out his treasure box, the box he keeps with his bits that are near and dear to his heart….cards, letters, mementos, and at the bottom a leather dog collar from his beloved dog, Kipper.  He slipped the collar on Zoe and said, “Kip had a sweet nature, I don’t think she’d mind.”

And the cow… Elsie Gump… the three-legged bovine?  She is happy being left alone to chomp on a bit of Jack-o-lantern.