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Monday, January 25, 2010

They make Muffin's life hell.

Blondie and Tommy Two Tone have formed a team called "Make Muffin's life hell".

The problem with Muffin is she's a runner. She runs. T2T cannot resist chasing her, neither can Blondie. Muff spends most of her time, when she's indoors, hiding under the sofa. Brad pulled her out and we shut her in the pantry with a bowl of food so she could eat in peace.

Poor Muffin here she is peeking out from behind the curtain of the pantry door and team "Make Muffin's life hell" is waiting for her.
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The 'orrible duo beg me to let Muffin out so they can have a bit of sport with her.
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I fooled them. I put Blondie in the pantry with Muffin. Blondie was like, "Oh look, is this a bug here"? Anything other than to look at Muffin. Muffin was just standing on a case of beer acting like she was cool with everything. Why o why does that silly cat run when she's out in the open?

It rained all night here. We have had a really mild winter. Much to Wildairo's delight, grass has continued to grow out in the sagebrush. The other day I was driving along the county road and spotted him. It's the first time I've seen him near the road. I think it's funny how he has all that pasture to explore and yet he keeps only keeps to about three acres at the most. I know when Echo finally gets turned out with him he'll become very brave. I called Wildairo from the jeep and he came over like it's a normal thing for a mustang to walk up to moving vehicles. He has a really long strong stride when he walks and I think on the trail he'd be a fast walker.

Last month Echo over came one of his fears. Brad took this photo with his cell phone of Echo inside eating his hay! (It was last month when the ice was melting and it was raining).
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I couldn't believe it. Echo is scared of anything man made..fences, ropes, gateways, buildings..to name a few. Brad had been putting his hay closer to the building and then inside of it. I dashed out to see if I could witness him inside. I put lots of hay inside and a bowl of grain and tried to lure him in with an apple. No luck.
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I gave him the apple anyway and he showed his appreciation by making funny faces as he slurped his apple loudly.
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Close up of his mouth
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He sucks air in, slurps very loud and his face goes all stupid looking. I have never seen a horse do this before. He only does it with apples.

He's getting more used to us. When Brad feeds twice a day he has to go past Echo with Wildairo's hay on the fork and he stops and gives Echo a handful. As a result, Echo doesn't run away anymore when he see Brad coming with the hay. He's come along way.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Blondie's big adventure.

I'm a rebel and a nonconformist to the bone and so I decided to stop taking my meds and go head to head alone, ( mano a mano) with my disease. To fight it I did exercise..with no pain meds and well like many of my many brilliant ideas it didn't go as planned. To put a long story short..I'm back on my meds. I'm not well but I can function again...sort of lol.

My oldest son who is in the air force is going to S Korea this month for a year and his wife and Amelia are going to England. We got their little doggie!!! I've never had a little dog before and was concerned she wouldn't fit in with our Airedales. Keegan bought her all the way from Oklahoma in a little container.

Here is Amelia kissing Blondie goodbye.
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Blondie in her dog shipping container.
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Blondie meets the Airedales.
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Blondie is well impressed by the way Tommy Two Tone can sit on the arm of my chair. They have become good friends, playing and sitting on laps together.
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Blondie fit right in and I thought everything was swell, fine and dandy, A okay, sunshine and lolly pops...but behind those big innocent looking eyes was lurking a dark side. Blondie turned out to be A CHICKEN CHASER!!!!!!

I had Blondie with me as I was letting the chickens out for their afternoon run and peck about. Soon as the first chicken ran out Blondie was on it like a Hobo on a ham sandwich. All hell broke lose. The chickens' primitive brains took over and they thought they could fly like they could a million years ago. Some of them tried to fly into the crab apple trees and there was a great deal of crashing about and squawking. Blondie singled one bird out and the chase was on. I've always thought that Blondie looked like a cross between a Chihuahua and a Coyote...well the coyote part took over right then.

I stood helpless as Blondie and the bird ran circuits around the poplar tree and hen house. I was very pleased to see Bobby step in and try to stop Blondie but my yells made her decided she better keep out if this one. Then Jet Lag, our rooster joined in the chase. He was a real hero and tried his best to attack Blondie from the rear to make her stop. I watched on in horror as that poor chicken ran with her little drumsticks pumping like pistons with that little monster bearing down on her. I knew it was just a matter of time before the hen got tangled in some weeds, got wore down or had to stop to lay an egg or something. I had to act, so as the pair was on the their third circuit I threw the grain scoop I was holding between Blondie's pointy nose and the hen. That brought Blondie to her senses and she ran back to the house with the dreaded words, "Bad Dog" ringing in her ears.

To make sure she never did that again I put her in the door way of the hen house. All the chickens were in there squawking to each other about how rough life can be and Jet Lag did his war dance right behind Blondie, who stood looking at me shaking. Every now and again, for good measure, Jet Lag hit Blondie upside the head with one of his wings. Yeah, she got the fear of rooster put in her all right.

This is her right after she got back in the house..totally reformed and hiding in her cat bed.
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The funny thing is that Blondie cannot ran as fast a chicken!!!! lol.