Fuzzarelly is Back
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Saturday, June 13, 2009
100% PURE
Look at this. Six little babies, quite unexpected. I blame Sweetie.
Not in that way, you preverts!
No, about 31 days ago, Bunny AnnaBelle was allowed to roam in the back yard enclosure for a day or two, because Sweetie thought it would "be good for her." It was long enough for an outside bunny, most likely Smokey, to call on her in a gentlemanly way.
Me, I had no idea.
I found the little guys in a half-assed nest of fur and hay, which was better than mom had made last time, shortly after their birth. I brought them inside, as AnnaBelle was in the Palatial Summer Cottage with five other bunny girls. Two of the kits that I thought wouldn't last the morning are hanging in there and still alive this evening. I have brought mom inside to nurse them, which has happened, and so we shall see what happens.
Smokey's mother is Claudia, a Netherland Dwarf, and his daddy was an angora. (Percival? I can't remember.) So I have no idea what these little babies will grow up to be. One is definitely black and three are white. The other two are the iffy ones and I cannot make any predictions about them. They may or may not be fuzzy, or small.
Princess is making herself at home. What a good dog she is.
And the socks? I unraveled them. They were too small and wouldn't go over my heel. Sigh.
Not in that way, you preverts!
No, about 31 days ago, Bunny AnnaBelle was allowed to roam in the back yard enclosure for a day or two, because Sweetie thought it would "be good for her." It was long enough for an outside bunny, most likely Smokey, to call on her in a gentlemanly way.
Me, I had no idea.
I found the little guys in a half-assed nest of fur and hay, which was better than mom had made last time, shortly after their birth. I brought them inside, as AnnaBelle was in the Palatial Summer Cottage with five other bunny girls. Two of the kits that I thought wouldn't last the morning are hanging in there and still alive this evening. I have brought mom inside to nurse them, which has happened, and so we shall see what happens.
Smokey's mother is Claudia, a Netherland Dwarf, and his daddy was an angora. (Percival? I can't remember.) So I have no idea what these little babies will grow up to be. One is definitely black and three are white. The other two are the iffy ones and I cannot make any predictions about them. They may or may not be fuzzy, or small.
Princess is making herself at home. What a good dog she is.
And the socks? I unraveled them. They were too small and wouldn't go over my heel. Sigh.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Do Not Share This Medicine.
Knitting progress:
Almost finished with the heel flaps. This is being an enjoyable knit, even though if one drops a stitch, there is hell to pay. The yarn is slippery and the metal needles are small and slippery and I am knitting tight. Otherwise, lots o' fun. Srsly.
Princess is the most obedient pup I have ever had. Learned that she had spent her entire life either caged inside or tied up outside, so maybe she is just so happy to have free run of a house. I have started letting her out sans leash for pee breaks and she comes right back when called. Of course, she gets a little treat for doing so. Inside, she is either on the floor or couch or bed, right beside me and if I stir, she is on my heels. She doesn't bark, pester Buster or the cats, or chew. Perfect! Less trouble than Heizen.
Sweetie has been in JawJa this week visiting with his mom'n'em. Received a letter from the unemployment office that his benefits claim has been denied and had to relay that news to him today. He has the right to appeal. I thought that there would be an actual hearing for this sort of thing. Sweetie is pretty damned torqued over this latest turn. He has some aces up his sleeve, apparently, having to do with Department of Health violations. Won't help his case, but will make him feel better.
I'm staying out of it. Because, you know, I have knitting to soothe my nerves.
Almost finished with the heel flaps. This is being an enjoyable knit, even though if one drops a stitch, there is hell to pay. The yarn is slippery and the metal needles are small and slippery and I am knitting tight. Otherwise, lots o' fun. Srsly.
Princess is the most obedient pup I have ever had. Learned that she had spent her entire life either caged inside or tied up outside, so maybe she is just so happy to have free run of a house. I have started letting her out sans leash for pee breaks and she comes right back when called. Of course, she gets a little treat for doing so. Inside, she is either on the floor or couch or bed, right beside me and if I stir, she is on my heels. She doesn't bark, pester Buster or the cats, or chew. Perfect! Less trouble than Heizen.
Sweetie has been in JawJa this week visiting with his mom'n'em. Received a letter from the unemployment office that his benefits claim has been denied and had to relay that news to him today. He has the right to appeal. I thought that there would be an actual hearing for this sort of thing. Sweetie is pretty damned torqued over this latest turn. He has some aces up his sleeve, apparently, having to do with Department of Health violations. Won't help his case, but will make him feel better.
I'm staying out of it. Because, you know, I have knitting to soothe my nerves.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Take twice daily.
I seem to have lost my blogging voice here lately.
Sweetie has been home and on the computer a lot, looking and applying for work. And just surfing, too. Making up for lost time. I was busy getting ready for, and not posting about, the Hoosier Hills Fiber Festival. I have no business sense sometimes.
So much of what I would say if I did blog it sounds so repetitive to my own ears. Clipping bunnies and the outside bunnies that go missing or are found dead. (Doody-Head found with a bit of "clover" still in his mouth. It was, in fact, oxalis. Poison like rhubarb leaves.) It becomes harder and harder to get attached to them and I don't like being cavalier when they go, but otherwise? I would be crying more than I already do over them. My friend NancyNeverSwept says that bunnies are like potato chips in the animal kingdom. Snacks, in other words. She is right. One six week old white baby was a snack, or maybe an entire meal, for some bird of prey earlier this week. The neighbor girls found its remains and we built a funeral pyre for it. A lesson in the circle of life.
Then there is the new dog we have taken in. Princess is a very good girl, if somewhat timid. I reckon she is about 2 years old and lived with Neighbor Nancy's ex-whatever all her life. This morning I discovered tapeworms in her poop. Life is fun! Fortunately, I had medicine on hand, in the right dosage, because this shit happens. All it takes is one flea eaten.
Then there are the two neighbor girls, who have made their second home here. I am not used to having little kids around. At all. But then again, they are really good girls (mostly) and when they become too rambunctious or obnoxious, I send them home. The oldest, Lezlie, has taken to borrowing our camera and taking pictures. She is six. This is her shot from our front porch yesterday.
And it has turned Suddenly Summer. Hot and humid, or rainy and even more humid. We are in conservation mode and have not turned on the AC yet this year, although my breathing make make it imperative shortly.
Visited my doctor yesterday in hopes of finding generic alternatives for both my asthma and mental pills, and she obliged even though I had to tell her about the pill form of albutural which Walgreens offers for $12 for a three month supply.
Oh, and we have a water leak between the meter and the house and until funds appear miraculously to replace the line, we are living on one or two hours of running water each day. Just one more thing to deal with.
So, life has been filled with my mundanity.
Except for the garden! I have ten tomato plants of various sorts, onions, sunflowers, and zucchini! The little corral of compost seemed so desolate back in early March, but now look at it!
And I cannot forget the chickens, who have given me and Sweetie so much delight - in spite of the six a.m. crow-fest. The bantys are not picking on the Lady Bird and Miss Biddy so much anymore, as they are almost the size of the roosters and soon shall surpass them in height and breadth. Payback may be hell.
Heizen spends his days inside their tractor/coop which just crackers me up. But really, it is cool and secure and he has his window on the world.
Sweetie has been home and on the computer a lot, looking and applying for work. And just surfing, too. Making up for lost time. I was busy getting ready for, and not posting about, the Hoosier Hills Fiber Festival. I have no business sense sometimes.
So much of what I would say if I did blog it sounds so repetitive to my own ears. Clipping bunnies and the outside bunnies that go missing or are found dead. (Doody-Head found with a bit of "clover" still in his mouth. It was, in fact, oxalis. Poison like rhubarb leaves.) It becomes harder and harder to get attached to them and I don't like being cavalier when they go, but otherwise? I would be crying more than I already do over them. My friend NancyNeverSwept says that bunnies are like potato chips in the animal kingdom. Snacks, in other words. She is right. One six week old white baby was a snack, or maybe an entire meal, for some bird of prey earlier this week. The neighbor girls found its remains and we built a funeral pyre for it. A lesson in the circle of life.
Then there is the new dog we have taken in. Princess is a very good girl, if somewhat timid. I reckon she is about 2 years old and lived with Neighbor Nancy's ex-whatever all her life. This morning I discovered tapeworms in her poop. Life is fun! Fortunately, I had medicine on hand, in the right dosage, because this shit happens. All it takes is one flea eaten.
Then there are the two neighbor girls, who have made their second home here. I am not used to having little kids around. At all. But then again, they are really good girls (mostly) and when they become too rambunctious or obnoxious, I send them home. The oldest, Lezlie, has taken to borrowing our camera and taking pictures. She is six. This is her shot from our front porch yesterday.
And it has turned Suddenly Summer. Hot and humid, or rainy and even more humid. We are in conservation mode and have not turned on the AC yet this year, although my breathing make make it imperative shortly.
Visited my doctor yesterday in hopes of finding generic alternatives for both my asthma and mental pills, and she obliged even though I had to tell her about the pill form of albutural which Walgreens offers for $12 for a three month supply.
Oh, and we have a water leak between the meter and the house and until funds appear miraculously to replace the line, we are living on one or two hours of running water each day. Just one more thing to deal with.
So, life has been filled with my mundanity.
Except for the garden! I have ten tomato plants of various sorts, onions, sunflowers, and zucchini! The little corral of compost seemed so desolate back in early March, but now look at it!
And I cannot forget the chickens, who have given me and Sweetie so much delight - in spite of the six a.m. crow-fest. The bantys are not picking on the Lady Bird and Miss Biddy so much anymore, as they are almost the size of the roosters and soon shall surpass them in height and breadth. Payback may be hell.
Heizen spends his days inside their tractor/coop which just crackers me up. But really, it is cool and secure and he has his window on the world.
Monday, June 08, 2009
Please Open Immediately
I have been away at the Hoosier Hills Fiber Festival this past weekend. Video here.
Strike on Box
This was in all the local media last week, and probably the state news as well. Puppy Mill Closed in Harrison County.
I remember seeing the Breezy Valley sign on one of my drives, but for some reason I didn't take a picture.
Bravo to the many volunteers from all over that have helped, and kudos to PetSmart for donating $60,000 in food, medicine, and supplies.
I remember seeing the Breezy Valley sign on one of my drives, but for some reason I didn't take a picture.
Bravo to the many volunteers from all over that have helped, and kudos to PetSmart for donating $60,000 in food, medicine, and supplies.
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