This morning, Mabel came across a squirrel, engrossed in Squirrelbook.  As usual, she ran at the little guy, but this time(!) the squirrel did not run away!  He was too engrossed in whatever the newest update said.

I braced myself for carnage, but no.  Mabel stopped about a foot away from the squirrel and looked confused.  You're supposed to run, ( Read more... )

When I met/rescued Mabel, I taught her quickly how to "get busy."  I'm far too lazy to put on Mabel's leash and walk her to the curb everytime nature gives her a call.  Instead, I stand in my doorway, point to the sidewalk, and say, "get busy."  Mabel trots down to the sidewalk, leaves her little urinary calling card, and comes bounding back up the ( Read more... )

There are too many animals in my house.

ETA There is too much poop in my house.  

Owen (aka Wedding Kitten) is starting to hang out with the herd and he took an immediate shine to Mabel.  He bounces around her like he's popcorn and she's -- well, like she's a small black dog.  Today, she had Owen on his back with her mouth around his belly, saying "grrrr...grrr"  For Mabel, there isn't much better ( Read more... )

If I were to draw a continuum between fear and lust, I would saw Maude is rapidly oscillating between those two states.  When I come into her room, she's crouched in or behind her cat bed, seeming to glare at me.  But when I come closer, she starts to do her happy paw dance.  Her toes are a sort of silvery brown, but between them is black fur.

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Lola and Mabel had a very, very good day. After an exhausting game of crazydog, we all pooped out in the grassy field to catch our breath.

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Mabel saved a bird's life on Tuesday. We were going out for our morning constitutional and she kept stopping and sniffing at the trashcan. I called her and she looked at me and then tapped at the side of the trashcan with her paw. "We don't eat out of trashcans," I told her, but she wouldn't budge. So I looked inside ( Read more... )

I got up at 6:30 this morning to do the AM feed and go for a little ride with Rosie.  If I could transform my eyes into cameras, I would have taken the following photographs ( Read more... )

Lola and Mabel snoozing by the heater on their first Official full-day Play Date.  So far, we have gone to the barn and played a rousing game of CrazyDog, snoozed on the ride home, experimented with sleeping on the sofa and various pillows, and settled in for the warmest spot in the house.


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The view at my dining room table while I enjoy my first cup of coffee and try to figure out a new knitting pattern. Arugula and Fennel assist:


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