May, 2011

  1. Where’d You Get . . .?

    May 30, 2011 by myeye

    A couple of folks have asked about the meat cleaver and poultry shears that I purchased through Amazon.  Here are the links:

    Heavy Duty Meat Cleaver

    Oxo Poultry Shears

    I am so happy with both of them — they’ve cut the dog food preparation time in half.

  2. Something Nice About Naughty Nola

    May 30, 2011 by myeye

    This made it to my Post Office Box Friday or Saturday (I finally made it to my PO Box this morning).  Since Leidy had not been DM tested, I sent a Nola swab into OFA.  Good girl, Nola!

  3. Memorial Morning

    May 30, 2011 by myeye

    It’s very cool this morning.  The winds that have plagued us for the past weeks are gone and the air is still.  There is a meadowlark hiding in the brush somewhere near my property.  He is singing and the dogs don’t seem to be driven to find him and chase him away.  My parents are buried in the National Cemetery in Santa Fe.  My father died by his own hand when I was fourteen.  Five years later, my mother died of cancer — and I was an orphan — with six little brother and sister orphans.  My father was a veteran.  He was in the Coast Guard, serving on the Border Patrol.  He rode the barren land between Mexico and the United States on a horse named “Beans”.  He was the only man my mother ever loved and it is right that they are buried together.

    My dad’s service was not during an armed conflict, but he served his country.  This morning, I am thinking that each of us should be serving in some way.  Even as we remember and honor those that have died, we should be celebrating those that live and give of themselves.

    This is a tiny sermon, but it is from my heart.


    May 29, 2011 by myeye

    I did toenails and trimmed feet today.  Holmes and Nola are going to Colorado Springs in two weeks and I want their pretty feet to be obvious (you know, in case the judge has a foot fetish).   I’ll do them again next weekend and then just before we leave on the 10th.  When I flipped Nola on her back up on the counter, I realized my little baby is in season.  She just turned seven months old and I know that’s not abnormal, but I was hoping she would hold off until she was — like — maybe — two years old.  Sigh!  I just hope she’s not like her mom who comes into season every four months no matter what.  The last time someone was at our house and in season was when Leidy was here to be bred to Chase.  I had to put Holmes in a crate in the bathroom with the door closed because he wailed and howled for nearly a week.  He’s going to get to do that again this time because Nola is a mite young for puppies.

    On the bright side:  their feet look mahvelous, dahling.

  5. Smooch and DeAnn at the Dog Show

    May 28, 2011 by myeye

    Rich took video of Smoochie and DeAnn.  They’ve shared.  Here it is.

    And the Winners Class: