Joined yahoo Shetland sheeps...see if anyone done fangled up their own wool mattress...
Asked here on BYC fer help....
Buns were good
I don't think Emmy is quite done yet with Australia Day...she grabbed a necker and almost made me think she wanted to don it again today, eh!
Rick brought the larger than life tenni from the pasture to the snow pile last night for the gals to romp with.
Girls this morn...
I love how expressive their tails can be...
Emmy wanna play with Lacy?? <<does look sorta like a question mark>>
Lacy whispering sweet nothings in Em's ear...Emmy don't look like she's listening to nothing...
Java's owners sent me the last photo they took of her...her waiting by the door to go inside.
As a breeder of dogs, a creator of life, we all go thru the throws of producing dogs and feeling that overwhelming responsibility for them...for the entire existence they have...we want them to be happy and do no harm...we want them to have forever homes and be loved and cherished...till death makes them part company of the land of the living.
Always hit me, this song about old dogs, watermelon wine (made some of our own even because of this song) and dimes. SILVER dimes...I can hear one from a mile away hit a counter...it rings out different that dimes not made of silver.
I have always collected silver dimes...don't come across them too often... but I held three dimes for Makins' three pups...one was dated my year of birth for Fixins and surprise surprise to me...the one I gave to for Java...was the year of birth of the lady. How spooky is that? I did not know how old they were, just that Java was going to a home where she would be loved.
Java wore this silver dime upon herself...from the day she left here right on up to the day she died.
Ain't but three things in this world that's worth a solitary DIME
But old dogs and children and watermelon wine
Precious Java...running free on the Rainbow Bridge up in the skies...romping with Fixins, Makins, HyBlade, Stoggar, and all the dogs we were ever blessed to have...
Tom T HallOld Dogs, Children And Watermelon Wine
"How old do you think I am?" he said.
I said, "Well, I didn't know."
He said, "I turned 65 about 11 months ago."
I was sittin' in Miami pourin' blended whiskey down,
When this old gray black gentleman was cleanin' up the lounge.
There wasn't anyone around 'cept this old man and me.
The guy who ran the bar was watchin' "Ironsides" on TV.
Uninvited, he sat down and opened up his mind,
On old dogs and children and watermelon wine
"Ever had a drink of watermelon wine?" he asked.
He told me all about it, though I didn't answer back.
"Ain't but three things in this world that's worth a solitary dime,
But old dogs and children and watermelon wine."
He said, "Women think about they-selves, when menfolk ain't around.
And friends are hard to find when they discover that you're down."
He said, "I tried it all when I was young and in my natural prime,
Now it's old dogs and children and watermelon wine."
"Old dogs care about you even when you make mistakes,
God bless little children while they're still too young to hate."
When he moved away, I found my pen and copied down that line,
'Bout old dogs and children and watermelon wine.
I had to catch a plane up to Atlanta that next day,
As I left for my room I saw him pickin' up my change.
That night I dreamed in peaceful sleep of shady summertime,
Of old dogs and children and watermelon wine.
Yeh I love old dogs and children...too old myself now for any watermelon wine.
Doggone & Chicken UP!
Tara Lee Higgins
Higgins Rat Ranch Conservation Farm, Alberta, Canada