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Groundhogs Must Die

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I mean the poor innocent groundhog was only sunning himself BY THE GARDEN. Good dog.

All groundhogs must die.

Birthday 59 in Bed

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What?! 59?!!! WTF?! How did that even happen?  We were up early…for some definitions of “we.”

Maybelline is now 2.

Fresh squeezed orange juice and espresso in bed.  Luxury at home.

This wrapping material looks familiar.

It is hard to surprise someone with cinnamon rolls in the morning, because the delicious aroma pervades the house.

Whisking the Dog

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Maybeline is a goldendoodle and goldendoodles have curly fur. This does not mix well with wet snow. But Romey knows a trick…whisk the dog off! Genius.

Moonshine So Tiny

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Look how tiny. Lapdog.

Soup’s On

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One guess who likes vegetarian minestrone! It’s not maybe.

Delicious and really easy.

Emily Shepardson Art

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It seemed like time for a show.  And it was!  We just had to ask.

So it was off to the Lee Arts Center to see what Emily Shepardson has whipped up  as of late.  We stocked up as usual.

 

Romey and Joan are scheming again.


Meanwhile back at the ranch, Maybe was making some art of her own.  Or maybe it was just a mess.

Get Off My Lawn: Death in the Afternoon

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We got home after two weeks out.

Tibia killed one of the porch pooping nuthatches (as a warning to the other six).

Moonshine killed one of the groundhogs eating the garden (as a warning to the other twenty-seven)

Snek on Trail

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What dat?!

A Clean Moonshine?

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Say it ain’t so.  The farm dog gets groomed.  And then is rewarded with a visit to the salon.

 

Meanwhile at the farm, the salon dog goes wild…

Winter Moonshine Turns Three

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Morning light by the fire is a great way to start a birthday.

And, who doesn’t want a cow knee?  Everybody wants one.

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