Chewie is still adjusting. He finally has agreed that biting me that one time on the big toe because I was trying to make him go outside to pee was unacceptable, and after a little training he's learned that barking during our mealtimes doesn't get him a little bite but sitting quietly always earns him … Continue reading Update: how Chewie’s adjusting
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A sneak peek at the current project
Earlier this week, Ted and I worked on the current project for a little while. We had to do some measurements and then find exactly what we needed to fit. Then we had to figure out some materials. Puppers took over a supervisory role. Ted and I got up early this morning and headed out … Continue reading A sneak peek at the current project
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She did it!
DG (aka Daddy's Girl) has always gotten car sick ever since we took her for her first round of shots as a puppy. Usually when she gets in a vehicle, she throws up before we get to the end of the road. It's horrible! We always feel so bad for her. A couple of weekends … Continue reading She did it!
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He’s adapting well…
Chewie was with Gramma when she passed. He knows she's gone, and he doesn't look for her (unlike when she was hospitalized, and he would just go room to room to search for her and almost knock his visitors down trying to get to their cars to see if she was out there). He stayed … Continue reading He’s adapting well…
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Hiking our farm today
Today, we decided to hike our farm. It. Is. GORGEOUS!!! Side note: We walked to the edge of the woods, heard a "meow", and then Ted brought Daisy back home and locked her in the house because she was following me. He said he knew if he didn't take her home, she'd get lost, and … Continue reading Hiking our farm today
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Killer (AKA Smidge)
This is Smidge, and she will be 11 in March. She hid this little ham bone in her bed on Christmas morning, and she was really upset because DG and Puppers kept looking at her. She thinks she weighs about 100 pounds, and while she is normally very mild mannered, she is not afraid to scrap with … Continue reading Killer (AKA Smidge)
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Little Smidge
I love this little dog! I got Smidge at the flea market ten and a half years ago. She was just a little, solid black, fuzzy, tiny slip of a pup, and she fit in the palm of my hand. I carried her around in the pocket of my robe for weeks. I used to … Continue reading Little Smidge
