Sunday, May 28, 2006

Welcome, Babies!

Well, my babies came yesterday - two beautiful blue-eyed boys. One will be named Barbaro (the fast one) and one will be named Huckleberry. Pictures will be coming very soon, after I catch up on my sleep.

Saturday, May 27, 2006

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

And this is Peaches' gorgeous daughter Cammy, aka Herron Hill's Weeping Camel.  Posted by Picasa

You can't tell it from this photo, but JuneBug's (aka Peaches) son Wrusty is as cute as a button. And one of the sweetest little bucks we have ever met. Posted by Picasa

The Living is Easy


Eo and her daughter Willa enjoying a lazy spring day in the Northwest. Posted by Picasa

Countdown Continues

Well, I didn't have my kids and Barbaro didn't win the Preakness. I guess everyone knows what happened by now. He is a champion, anyway, though, so I think I will name one of my kids Barbaro. Or maybe it will have to be Barbara, if it is a girl? Hmm.

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Kidding Countdown '06

It's that time of year again and I am officially entering the kidding countdown. If my babies are born on Preakness Saturday I will name them after winning horses. Otherwise, I will have to think of names on my own. Oh dear.

One of the things I like to do when I am getting ready to start thinking about kidding is to find a good spot where my babies can be born...

...Like Maybe Here?

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Magnificent Poodle, Part Deux (Note Bandanna)

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Monday, May 01, 2006

Call Me Fifi

Atticus is our guardian Pyrenees. He tells us all where to go and what to do. He is very bossy. We don't always like him but we love him: he keeps everyone safe and won't even allow crows to land in the pasture.

Atticus is three, and up until last Thursday, he looked very fearsome. He was covered with a shaggy white coat which had acquired an impressive collection of mud mats and magnificent dingleberries over the rainy winter. Whenever the meter man even saw Atticus, he would jump into his truck and start throwing biscuits out the window while he raced backwards down the driveway, spewing gravel. It's kind of funny, because in spite of his size and his intimidating appearance, Atticus is actually very very gentle (as long as he is being obeyed). He lets baby goats jump on him and loves to have his tummy rubbed.

Anyway, last Thursday morning he looked, as usual, like a dirty white lion. Until a big mysterious van came up the driveway and a little lady in a smock got out. She and another lady put a muzzle on Atticus - !!! - and picked him up, despite the fact that he weighs well over a hundred pounds and does NOT like to be picked up, and carried him inside the van.

A long time passed. There was a lot of noise coming out of the van, including a sound like a weedwhacker going.

We wondered what was going on. We heard some swear words, which we are familiar with from the time the farmer had to cut Hannah Belle out of the fence. But mostly we heard that buzzing noise. Over an hour later the door opened and a 4-foot-tall poodle, blindingly white and clean and wearing a green bandanna, stepped sheepishly out of the van. We wondered what had happened to Atticus, and whether we should start cleaning the barn for fear the uber-poodle would dirty its immaculate paws.

The poodle was shaved within an inch of its life, but still it was magnificent, unmistakably the largest poodle ever to walk the Earth. We stood by in amazement as it approached, sashaying in an oddly familiar way. And then we all burst out laughing! It was Atticus!

Holy Cow! Wait until you see the pictures of the Extreme Makeover wrought by the mobile grooming lady!