On our property is an old mobile home. It serves as my workshop, storage space, can be used to contain dogs; crated or not, and has an office and bathroom in it. It still has many of the comforts of home because it used to be home. When we moved out and I gutted it to be what it is today, I left the bathtub in the bathroom next to my office. That is our Dog Wash. This saves a lot of wear and tear on the tub and bathroom in our home.
Janet is going to ride The Bus (Rolling Rescue) this afternoon as she is transported out east to find her forever home. But all dogs need a bath before boarding the bus. As long as I was bathing Janet, I figured I might as well bathe all three dogs. Our two could use it too; more so than Janet actually. Janet has a penchant for getting muddy, but her fur seems to repel the dirt and she stays quite clean. Continue reading Bath Day in the Dog House→
It is absolutely Amazonian out there this morning – not as in the on-line store, but as in the jungle. Not hot (yet) but really muggy. I had sweat running down my glasses just standing there picking beans.
The morning haul today included:
The other watermelon. I see no more of these swelling up: lots of flowers; no fruit. But there are a ton of cantaloupes in development. One is almost ripe.
Potatoes (some vines died two weeks ago). It’s time to harvest these plants now or they rot in the ground. One did already. I put the good ones in a box of sawdust in the root cellar – er… uh… my office. The sawdust (more like small shavings) draws excess moisture out of the skins and helps them toughen up for longer storage. The plants with living vines will continue to produce potatoes until their vines die off in the fall. Or until they drown like these did. Had I known it would be so incredibly wet this year I’d have planted RICE!
A Patti pan squash – another will be ready in a day or two. Then it will be a while; I don’t see any others developing yet. Again: lots of flowers, few fruit. The declining bee population makes getting a good yield tough.
A whole mess of beans. I stuffed a gallon bag. I can blanch them for freezing later today or I might try canning these. Should be enough for two or three pint jars here.
This morning Janet was loaded into the truck to accompany Marie into town. Janet will be getting her first Immeticide shot today to kill her heartworms. Blondie was on the porch watching. As Marie pulled out Blondie stood and made her low, mournful “ArrrooOOOmmm” sound several times (it’s similar to the sound of a cow lowing). I assumed she wanted to go for a ride too, except she made no attempt to get off the porch, and she never goes to work with Marie. She should not expect that. Continue reading Janet Rides, Blondie Mourns→
I’ve been working at mowing the embankment behind/beside (take your pick) the shop yard. Prior to that I let Janet (new foster dog) out to play with the others. As usual, Cochise hid inside while Blondie and Janet roughhoused. I watched for a while: they were not being too rough so I left them to play and went inside to set up race recordings for the next few weeks. I left the door open, and the hooligans raced in and out and round and round. On my wooden floors it sounded like a horse track.
Scheduling done, I brought Blondie inside the shop (she has a tendency to escape from the yard and run off if not supervised). Cochise went outside (he’s a good boy and can be trusted). I was going to put Janet back in the Guest Quarters, but decided to see what she would do if I left her with Cochise while I went to get the mower and cut the bank. “You’re in charge Cochise, take good care of her.”
They were very good together. Quite calm. They walked around and explored things – together – at one point they did a little trotting, but mostly they sat on the dock and watched me work.
I went out the wooden gate and did the edging along the upper driveway and the side yard. After I put the mower away and went back to the shop, both dogs were laying in the rocks by the pen gate watching to catch glimpses of me. Very calm and peaceful. Continue reading Influences: A Dog Tale→