February, 2011

  1. Lowri Video

    February 27, 2011 by myeye

    Gaiting, coming, and going — just little snippets, but it will give you the opportunity to see why we are so high on this little cutie.  On the side gait — wait for it — awesome four or five steps around the one minute mark.  She’s learning about the leash and seems pretty happy to follow Susan or to trot toward Cheryl.  This baby knows on which side her bread is buttered.  Love you baby-Lowri!

    Coming At You

    Going Away

    Gaiting — sort of

  2. Sunday At Home

    February 27, 2011 by myeye

    We are having wind gusts of up to 70 mph.  That means the air is thick with dust and the dogs don’t want to play in the yard.  All God’s critters are wrapped around my chair hoping I’ll fetch treats — or at least give tummy rubs.

    Holmes, Chase’s firstborn.  I love his head . . .

    . . . and his expression

    His baby sister Nola — play with me — but not too rough!

    There’s no Gramma Inca photo here because she’s gone when I remove the camera lens cap.  Since she’s almost nine, I don’t give her a hard time about photo shoots.

  3. Tonight There Was More Gold

    February 26, 2011 by myeye

    Just another sunset. How can I turn down the offering? The camera is right here, the back door is right there.  The sky is right outside.

    6:48 PM

    6:51 pm

    6:54 pm

    6:54 pm – the cloud canopy

    6:55 – Clouds overhead

    6:58 pm

    Sunset clouds – another view

  4. An Abundance of Riches

    February 25, 2011 by myeye

    This is really out my back door.  No matter what happened during the day, no matter how grim life might seem, THIS makes everything better in an instant.  My only regret is that the skies held back a little while our company was here — they deserved the full show.

    Sunset behind the mesa

    It’s afire

  5. Like – – Timmy In the Well

    February 25, 2011 by myeye

    Last night when I came home from work with a stop at the grocery store (one day sale on chicken thighs for $.79/lb), Inca was not there to greet me.  Holmes and little Nola were waiting at the gate to the kitchen, but no Inca.  I called her — no response.  I set down all my stuff.  All I could think of was the last time she didn’t meet me when I got home — and I found her bloody in the back yard.  “INCA!  Where are you?”  I pulled open the sliding patio door.  “INCA?”  Nothing!  The gate to the house yard was still locked.  Inca wasn’t behind the wood pile or the potting table.  I unlocked the gate and went out into the back-40.  INCA!!!  No dog.  Meanwhile Holmes and Nola are trotting along beside me as unconcerned as a pair of dogs could be.

    Then I caught a flash of color at the edge of my vision.  Inca had managed to fall through the cover to the crawl space access under the house.  (Note to self — another thing to fix this weekend.)

    Yep!  She slid through that little space

    It’s deep enough that she couldn’t reach the edge with her paws

    I lifted the entire top, which is pretty heavy.  I stood it up on its back end, and reached down to grab the Red Empress.  She wasn’t overly concerned because she knew I would rescue her at some point.  I think she had been down there long enough that Holmes and Nola were no longer worried.  No broken bones, no scrapes or cuts — just one dusty red girl.

    So, I’ll measure the top and have Home Depot cut me a piece of plywood.  I think I still have roofing from the puppy pen.  What’s that you say?  Oh, yes.  It’s always something.